The Kit and the Incubus

 

12

Tom, Lucius, Severus, Remus and Sirius all laughed as their respective mates-to-be and children ran around screaming in joy, hugging them and each other.  Sirius and Remus found themselves with an armful of Blaise, who kissed them just as passionately as he did in bed.  Even Harry lost his usual apprehension of PDA and kissed Tom before jumping out and hugging Draco for the uptinth time, his tail swishing back and forth like a dogs in pure, unbridled happiness.

“We’re going to the World Cup!!!” They all screamed before running off to get ready for their adventure the following day, Blaise giving his mates one last kiss each before sprinting off to join his comrades.  In their wake the boys left a screaming newborn to be reassured by her parents that nothing was wrong, her brother and his friends were merely… enthusiastic. 

“Will she really be alright, left with Narcissa?” Lucius asked, still unused to being separated from his little girl.  Even Severus was still reserved about going to the World Cup, since they’d have to leave Scarlet behind, a Quiddich tournament was no place for a baby.

“She was your betrothed till you met your mate, Lucius, and she has remained a good friend since then, as well as being a faithful servant to our cause” Tom reminded him, “If not her, I do not image we could trust anyone with young Scarlet,”

 

 

“We’ll HAVE to support Bulgaria,” Draco said, “They have Victor Krum, best seeker in the entire world,”

“Ireland has a far better team over all though,” Blaise argued back.  Admittedly, Harry was just sitting besides them excited about going out to something this big with his friends, plus Quiddich was really fun to watch, even though he didn’t know what was going on.  

“Bulgaria,”

“Ireland,”

“Bulgaria!”

“Ireland!”

Harry sighed and shook his head, laughing as Blaise and Draco went at it.  He kept touching his tingling lips, smiling when he thought about the kisses he and Tom had shared.

“Harry, you’re the tie-breaker, who’s better,” Draco asked, turning to Harry with a huff.

“Uhm… Bulgaria?” Harry half-asked/half-said, giving them a ‘I don’t fucking know,’ smile before sprinting out the room, Blaise hot on his tail screaming.

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Harry was laughing so much he didn’t realize the figure around the corner until he ran right smack dab into him.  The pair skittered across the floor of the manor, several portraits snickering in their wake.  Harry look up and turned several shades of red before burying his head in Tom’s chest even as his mate laughed, the sound rumbling against Harry’s face comfortingly.

“Whoa, little kit,” Tom said, sitting them up and placing a peck of a kiss on Harry’s fox ears, “Be careful or you’ll end up hurt,”

“Okay,”

 

 

Fred and George were shivering, fall was starting to come and this old room was beyond drafty in the furious winds the whipped around the Burrow.  They were naked, tired, hungry, and they could hear the terrifying steps of their father echoing from above as he came down the stairs to their prison.  Fred hid his face in George’s neck, shaking like a leaf and desperate for comfort.  George just held him tight, yet another prayer going out to whoever their mate was that he found them soon, he honestly didn’t think his twin would last much longer in this hell hole.  

“Come on you fucking brats,” Arthur snarled, pulling them harshly up and making them cry out as the movement inflamed their battered and broken bodies, “Don’t trust you with all of us gone so you’ll just have to come with,”

George looked up towards the sky and then back to Fred’s eyes, could this be it? After all if they were out of their prison they could run into their mate, whereas before, trapped in the basement of the Burrow as they were, they’d never have the chance.  Molly was waiting, muttering as she transfigured some clothes from old and worn teacups, they could hear the words falling from under her breath, about having to clothe no-good beasts.  They ignored most of it, taking the clothes when they were offered and dressing in the harsh and scratchy clothes, robes more tattered cotton than actual robes were forced on their bodies before they were instructed to grasp an old shoe and they were portkeyed to the Weasley’s tent at the World Cup.

At their apperence their other siblings groaned.

“Mum, do those bloody whores really need to be here?” Ron whined, Ginny nodding her agreement.

“Unfortunately yes, but no worries, they’ll NOT be leaving this tent at all,” Molly replied turning to her twins with a wicked glint in her eye, “Now, there’s been a corner sectioned off, get to it and if I see even just one hair out of it I’ll crucitus the both of ya,”

The twins scrambled to obey her command, settling into a tiny corner that barely fit them both.  There was no room to stretch out at all, and they curled together like kittens in the fetal position.  Not even a spare clothe given to them to cover their bodies with when the transfigured clothes switched back a few hours later.  With the wind, George and Fred both hoped that their mate would find them, save them, before something even worse could happen to them than already had.

 

 

Harry, Blaise and Draco ran ahead of the adults as they navigated the befundling camping section of the fields reserved for the World Cup.  The teens gave out cries of excitement as they crossed a treats station and then one for Team Spirit paraphernalia.  Draco and Harry decked out in Bulgaria’s colors and Blaise in Irelands before heading into the stadium just in time to bump into the horrible Weasleys’ brood.  

“Hey! Get out of our way Malfoy,” Ron said, trying to push Draco aside.

“Get some manners, Weasel,” Draco sneered, pushing him away, an achingly sweet scent tingling at his nose, making Draco nearly pant.  Gathering himself up, he sneered even harder in Ronalds direction, “Oh, I forgot, Blood-Traitors don’t have any,”

“Take that back you pure-blood slime!” Ron screeched, lunging for Draco, who was eager to fight.  Lucius pulled the red haired youth away though, throwing him with ease to his parents and sniffing.

“Still no control over your progeny, I see,” Lucius said, gathering the boys up, “Come along now, boys, we’ve our top-rate seats to get to,”

Harry hurried to Tom’s, who was slightly transfigured with strawberry blond hair in place of his usual dark brown and ice-blue eyes in place of Hazel, side as he watched the fighting and bickering continue until they finally made it to their seats and he gave a great breath of relief.

“Now, Draconious Malfoy-Snape,” Severus started, “You will explain why you lost your cool around such trash,”

“I. Don’t. Know.” Draco panted, trying to keep Scorpius from leaping out, “Scorpius is… on edge and something off about them, really really off, and it has to do with me,”

The adults glanced between themselves.

Oh fuck.

 

Draco felt like screaming, every inch of his skin felt too tight, and energy coursed beneath it's tight confines.  Even as he watched the two teams vying for victory, Blaise and Harry excitedly screaming as their respective teams scored, he couldn't concentrait on the action.  He kept scanning the stands, looking for... something... He just wished he could figure out what it was.

"I'm going to go get some... snacks," Draco said half-heartedly, leaving their top-rank box seats before either of his fathers could comment.  

Draco found himself wandering the abandoned camping area, soothed in some way as he wandered farther and farther away from the stadium and closer to the forest surrounding the large clearing.  The tents got slowly more tattered and frayed, showing their disuse and the lack of money to be had in some of the wizarding families.  Suddenly the wind kicked up and Draco smelled something so sweet that it was like a haze descended on his mind.  It was crisp in the autumn air, like diced apples and parsley, addicting and Draco ran, following that scent like the very hounds of hell compelled him to.

It took him to one of the most ragged tents, and he crashed through the opening following the scent to the very back corner which had been sectioned off. It was nothing to him to rip down the cloth obscuring whatever made that delicious scent, and he found himself staring into two pairs of the most gorgeous pale green eyes he'd ever seen, peaking up at him with fear and worry from behind dirty, flame-orange hair.

"Mine,"

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So, I know you guys aren't going to like this, but, well, updates might get a bit... few and far apart, in the next month.  It's the end of the school year for me, so between studying for finals and the fact that i'm moving from NC to KY in a month, writing is going to have to take a back seat, sorry!  But DON"T WORRY, you'll be getting one last ch. for this and for TBWA so that you aren't left on any cliffhangers!  Other than those though (which you can expect by Monday with all hope)... yeah.

without further ado! Review replies!

Unneeded - You'll just have to wait and see! :P but, alas, you shall find out next chapter most of your questions! Harry will gain in his own self-esteem in time, it's getting to that point that's the problem!

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Mizuchan - I'm having fun writing how they expect Draco to act as their mate, considering how they've been abused all their life, kinda sad but nice to see how Draco helps them :P You of course don't get to see yet, but let me assure you, it is amazing! XD

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