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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
34,011
Reviews:
91
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Staking Claims
Disclaimer, I own nothing. J.K. is my Goddess.
Prologue
The street lights flickered on a residential street in what could be any town in Britain. On this street stands a house that looks exactly like every other house on the street, only unlike every other house on this particular residential street this house is holding not one, not two, but three extremely powerful wizards. The first is an ex-Death Eater, forced into hiding, and the other two are his wife and their 16 year old son. It is 2 days before their sons 17th birthday and they are having and conversation with him that they are beginning to think they have waited perhaps a little too long to have.
“Darling Dragon, please calm down, your family is nothing to be ashamed of. Pureblood families often interbred with magical creatures to keep the magic strong.” Narcissa Malfoy purred into her son’s ear as he listened in abject horror to his father’s explanations on vampire mating rituals. His father paused and looked at his wife and son sitting on the leather couch, Narcissa smiling encouragingly and Draco, his first and only child, with his mouth slack and confusion written across his eyes. Lucius sighed; we should have told him sooner.
“Draconis Abraxas Malfoy your going to catch fly’s in that open mouth of yours. Honestly, your only a sliver Veela and half Vampire it had to be done in order to keep the magic powerful and they were all life mates, it was necessary. Your mother and I understand what it’s like to come into the heritage inheritance but it too will pass and you will be stronger and faster and more powerful for it. You have no idea how lucky you are to be one of the races that mate for life, you have no idea how fulfilling that is.”
Draco shut his mouth and blinked a few times before regaining his composure. How DARE they! “Maybe,” He stood up calmly, “but the magic isn’t clean is it? I’m not even a full half Wizard or-or human even!” At this Narcissa touched her son’s shoulder and turned him to face her.
“Your father is right Draco, it is better and you cannot fight it. You are all wizard,” she touched his head and his heart, “this is who you are.” He looked into her eyes and knew she was right. Only…
“Mating though? Must I? It seems so, final.” Lucius nodded.
“It is.”
“It’s an atrocity that I can’t taste the-” Narcissa curtly grabbed Draco’s chin and turned it away from Lucius, effectively silencing her son.
“Don’t be perverse Draconis; no son of mine will ‘taste’ anything until he is properly bonded with a Witch or Wizard. Once you find your mate it won’t matter to you whether you got a ‘taste’ or not. You will not embarrass us nor yourself, do you understand me Draco? Mark my words, for not only our happiness but for yours, I will not have you mating down or less intimately with someone who is simply not good enough for you because of certain,” she pursed her lips and stared hard at her son, impressing the importance on him, “impurities.”
“Nor would I mother.” And he meant it; he refused to be stuck with someone like Pansy simply because he wanted to get around a bit the way she seemed to. It was just unreasonable.
When they finished their ‘little’ discussion on Draco’s ‘heritage’ he went upstairs to reflect on his parents’ lack of honesty over the years. Wringing his hands together Draco began to think.
I’m a vampire, or more importantly, I will be in a matter of days and there’s nothing I can do about it. Now they just expect me to go through numerous and painful changes and then roll over and mate right away! How in Merlin’s creation did this happen? Yesterday I was a respectable pureblood and now I’m some sort of mixed-heritage, half-breed, mudblood? No, I’m not a mudblood like- eww, like Granger, its more ‘tainted’ blood then mudblood. Ugh, even so. Oh no, what if Perfect Ponce Potter finds out? I’ll never live this down; the bloody wanker will be at me about this for all eternity, literally! And You Know Who, well HE certainly can’t know either. Voldemort, that psychotic half blood, I wonder if father told HIM what we are? That bastard would use me to his own end, condemning me to Azkaban when Saint Potter finally kicks his half muggle ass down into the mud where it belongs. If Mother hadn’t convinced Father to tell that old coot where to shove it then I would have. Even if he did turn tail and run away like a coward. Honestly I’ve never been so proud of Father in my life. Only now I have to go through these changes without being able to tell my friends and in a house very different from Malfoy Manor. If it kills me I WILL reclaim my family’s home, even if I have to stand and fight next to know-it-all Granger, the entire ginger-haired clan of Weasels, Saint Potter the Savior and the rest of those goody two-shoes Gryffindors! I will also find my mate and I’ll be damned if Voldemort gets in the way of me and my mates happiness.
Draco paced back and forth mulling over his own slightly out of character thoughts. He wondered if all this mate stuff wasn’t sinking in. At about 3:00 a.m. he finally managed to fall fitfully asleep. He hoped tomorrow he would feel slightly more comfortable with the idea.
Prologue
The street lights flickered on a residential street in what could be any town in Britain. On this street stands a house that looks exactly like every other house on the street, only unlike every other house on this particular residential street this house is holding not one, not two, but three extremely powerful wizards. The first is an ex-Death Eater, forced into hiding, and the other two are his wife and their 16 year old son. It is 2 days before their sons 17th birthday and they are having and conversation with him that they are beginning to think they have waited perhaps a little too long to have.
“Darling Dragon, please calm down, your family is nothing to be ashamed of. Pureblood families often interbred with magical creatures to keep the magic strong.” Narcissa Malfoy purred into her son’s ear as he listened in abject horror to his father’s explanations on vampire mating rituals. His father paused and looked at his wife and son sitting on the leather couch, Narcissa smiling encouragingly and Draco, his first and only child, with his mouth slack and confusion written across his eyes. Lucius sighed; we should have told him sooner.
“Draconis Abraxas Malfoy your going to catch fly’s in that open mouth of yours. Honestly, your only a sliver Veela and half Vampire it had to be done in order to keep the magic powerful and they were all life mates, it was necessary. Your mother and I understand what it’s like to come into the heritage inheritance but it too will pass and you will be stronger and faster and more powerful for it. You have no idea how lucky you are to be one of the races that mate for life, you have no idea how fulfilling that is.”
Draco shut his mouth and blinked a few times before regaining his composure. How DARE they! “Maybe,” He stood up calmly, “but the magic isn’t clean is it? I’m not even a full half Wizard or-or human even!” At this Narcissa touched her son’s shoulder and turned him to face her.
“Your father is right Draco, it is better and you cannot fight it. You are all wizard,” she touched his head and his heart, “this is who you are.” He looked into her eyes and knew she was right. Only…
“Mating though? Must I? It seems so, final.” Lucius nodded.
“It is.”
“It’s an atrocity that I can’t taste the-” Narcissa curtly grabbed Draco’s chin and turned it away from Lucius, effectively silencing her son.
“Don’t be perverse Draconis; no son of mine will ‘taste’ anything until he is properly bonded with a Witch or Wizard. Once you find your mate it won’t matter to you whether you got a ‘taste’ or not. You will not embarrass us nor yourself, do you understand me Draco? Mark my words, for not only our happiness but for yours, I will not have you mating down or less intimately with someone who is simply not good enough for you because of certain,” she pursed her lips and stared hard at her son, impressing the importance on him, “impurities.”
“Nor would I mother.” And he meant it; he refused to be stuck with someone like Pansy simply because he wanted to get around a bit the way she seemed to. It was just unreasonable.
When they finished their ‘little’ discussion on Draco’s ‘heritage’ he went upstairs to reflect on his parents’ lack of honesty over the years. Wringing his hands together Draco began to think.
I’m a vampire, or more importantly, I will be in a matter of days and there’s nothing I can do about it. Now they just expect me to go through numerous and painful changes and then roll over and mate right away! How in Merlin’s creation did this happen? Yesterday I was a respectable pureblood and now I’m some sort of mixed-heritage, half-breed, mudblood? No, I’m not a mudblood like- eww, like Granger, its more ‘tainted’ blood then mudblood. Ugh, even so. Oh no, what if Perfect Ponce Potter finds out? I’ll never live this down; the bloody wanker will be at me about this for all eternity, literally! And You Know Who, well HE certainly can’t know either. Voldemort, that psychotic half blood, I wonder if father told HIM what we are? That bastard would use me to his own end, condemning me to Azkaban when Saint Potter finally kicks his half muggle ass down into the mud where it belongs. If Mother hadn’t convinced Father to tell that old coot where to shove it then I would have. Even if he did turn tail and run away like a coward. Honestly I’ve never been so proud of Father in my life. Only now I have to go through these changes without being able to tell my friends and in a house very different from Malfoy Manor. If it kills me I WILL reclaim my family’s home, even if I have to stand and fight next to know-it-all Granger, the entire ginger-haired clan of Weasels, Saint Potter the Savior and the rest of those goody two-shoes Gryffindors! I will also find my mate and I’ll be damned if Voldemort gets in the way of me and my mates happiness.
Draco paced back and forth mulling over his own slightly out of character thoughts. He wondered if all this mate stuff wasn’t sinking in. At about 3:00 a.m. he finally managed to fall fitfully asleep. He hoped tomorrow he would feel slightly more comfortable with the idea.