Fallen Angel

Sorry for taking forever! Love the reviews by the way! You guys are the best! Oh and about Voldie….look he just kind of happened…spur of the moment it seemed like a good direction to take the story…to me anyway. I’m sorry if some of you guys out there didn’t like it…but hey I’m not forcing you to continue reading my story. For those of you who support it though…..LOVE YA!


Chapter 15

Hermione and Ron glanced in the room to see Harry and Draco very much naked and fast asleep. Ron blushed and muttered something like “shagging like rabbits probably” under his breath. Hermione grinned. She had to admit; the two of them were gorgeous and complemented each other perfectly. She then turned away and nodded to Ron. It was time for them to deal with their would-be rapists.


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*Dream*


Draco woke to find himself once more in Lord Voldemort’s bedroom. He sighed as he looked down and saw Harry still fast asleep. He smiled as he ran a finger down one soft, rounded cheek. Harry was beautiful, and even more so when he was asleep. It seemed that all his problems left him when he slept. Draco slowly got off Harry so as not to wake him and slid quietly off the bed. He walked slowly towards the door, looking for Lord Voldemort, and was startled when his voice came from the other side of the room.



“Awake already Draco?” Draco turned quickly and blushed crimson when he realized he was still naked. Lord Voldemort was leaning on the far wall of the room, wearing dark robes and smirking at Draco. He walked slowly over to him. Draco found himself backing up as he came closer until his back hit the wall next to the fireplace.



“I see you brought Potter with you this time,” Draco’s eyes flashed at Harry’s name and he found himself suddenly grabbing Lord Voldemort’s robes in his hand.



“Don’t you dare hurt him!” He growled out. Lord Voldemort laughed and grabbed Draco’s hands, pinning them to the wall above Draco’s head.



“Draco, he is my mate. Do you think I would hurt my own mate?” Draco snorted. *Considering you have been trying to kill him since he was born…?” Voldemort laughed as Draco’s thoughts reached him.



“True, but I did not know he was my mate until recently. I cannot even say whether or not he would have even been my mate if we had not exchanged powers and blood.” He paused as if this idea had suddenly struck him and confused him. He looked down at Draco and smirked. Draco stared back at him, noting once more how much he and Harry resembled one another, except Voldemort was colder, and much crueler than Harry. A soft voice broke their stare and they turned to see Harry staring at them in fear, hurt, and confusion.



“Draco?” Draco broke free from voldemort and glared at him as he walked back to Harry. Harry jerked away from Draco when he reached for him, his eyes wide and accusing. Draco’s eyes narrowed and he grew angry as he realized what Harry was thinking. He grabbed Harry’s arm and dragged him from the bed.



“Draco! Let go! You liar1 I hate you!” Draco threw him in front of Voldemort. Harry fell on his knees and stayed there, refusing to look up at the man who had ruined his life. Draco glared at Voldemort and then sat in a chair. He waved at hand as if to say “do as you like” and watched. Voldemort chuckled at Draco’s audacity. The boy would need to be punished and taught how to behave, but for now Harry was the number one problem. He looked down at Harry to find him crying silently. He felt a twinge of pain as he stared at his crying mate; pain and lust as well. The boy was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. Voldemort remembered all too well their little encounter a few days ago. He softly lifted up Harry’s face with one finger so that he could look into those brilliant emerald eyes. Harry’s tears made his eyes look soft, and his eyelashes were moist as he stared up at Voldemort.



“Harry Potter, do you know why you are here?” Harry’s eyes hardened and he averted his gaze, but he didn’t move his head away from Voldemort’s grasp. Voldemort hissed at Harry in Parseltongue and Harry snapped his eyes forward again, hissing angrily back.



~ Look at me pet ~



~ I am no one’s pet! ~ Voldemort laughed and stepped away from Harry. Harry blushed and turned his head away.



“Oh Harry, they didn’t tell you did they?” Harry looked up at Voldemort then looked behind him to stare at Draco, who pointedly avoided his gaze. He eyed Voldemort warily.



“Told me what? What’s going on? Why haven’t you killed me yet and rewarded Draco for a job well done?” He asked coldly, but his voice wavered slightly when he mentioned Draco, his emotions getting the better of him. Draco flinched at Harry’s harsh words and closed his eyes.



“That you and I and Draco are a triad. The first in quite awhile if I remember correctly.” Harry stared, his confusion written clearly on his face. Voldemort sighed and leaned against the wall where Draco had been. This was the boy who had evaded him for seventeen years?



“We are all mates Harry.” Harry’s jaw dropped and he immediately turned around to look at Draco, his eyes once again wide and accusing, but for an entirely different reason.



“You knew? You knew and you didn’t tell me!?” Draco caught Harry’s eyes and flinched at the pain and confusion he saw there. He quickly stood up and went to kneel in front of Harry. Harry jerked away again from his touch and scooted towards the bed, away from his two mates.



“Harry I’m sorry! I just found out as well and I was going to tell you after you had rested but then the thing in the common room happened and then well…” At this pause Harry blushed as he remembered just exactly what it was they had done before they fell asleep.



“I was going to tell you, I just never got the chance.” Draco’s eyes pleaded with Harry to forgive him. Harry took a deep breath and then looked up at Voldemort, who just gazed nonchalantly back at him.



“I…This…You killed my parents! How can I have you as my mate!?” Harry yelled as he sprang up from the floor. Voldemort sighed and slowly walked towards Harry. Harry stood his ground, eyes piercing as he stared down the most feared wizard of his time.



“Because if you don’t we will all die. Now, once again I extend my invite to you and Draco. You will come to no harm under my care and you will be properly looked after.” Harry blinked his eyes at Voldemort and then shook his head, taking one step back.



“Tom,” Voldemort hissed at the name, glaring at Harry, “I cannot accept. You know this. But I ask you to reconsider your options. You know of the war between mine and Draco’s kingdoms. While Draco and I have declared peace, who knows what will happen when the meeting comes next month.” Draco’s jaw dropped open. Harry was attempting to compromise with the Dark Lord and using a very good tactic. It was in Lord Voldemort’s best interest to be on the winning side of the war, this Harry knew.



“I am asking you to reconsider your alliance with the Grigori king and instead ally yourself with me. In return you can have me as your mate and I will forgive all you have done, but only if you end your war and instead fight mine.” Draco beamed at his mate with pride. Harry was going to make a fine king when it was their turn to ascend the thrones. Voldemort stared down at his young mate, his face a mask of indifference but inside he was grinning with pride. His mate was smarter than he originally thought. He would be a worthy mate, him and Draco. He smirked to himself as he decided his choice.



“Before I make a decision Harry, might I sample the reward to see if it is worth the anger of the Grigori king?” Harry blushed as he realized what Tom wanted. He nodded blushing furiously.



“Alright, but Draco will be watching to make sure you don’t go too far.” Tom chuckled at Harry’s comment and nodded, glancing once in Draco’s direction and catching the boy’s curious eyes smirked. He stepped closer to Harry and gently pulled him up against him. The boy was so small compared to him and Draco, but especially compared to him. But then the boy’s mother had been petite as well and the father had not been tall either. Voldemort stared down at Harry, who was now flushed and extremely conscious of his lack of clothing. Voldemort leaned down and inhaled Harry’s scent, which no longer rolled off him in waves now that he was half-mated. Instead it was subtle, like a pefume, and smelled divine. *Chocolate and strawberries…He smells like chocolate and strawberries* Harry shivered at how close Tom was to him. He looked up at
Tom, staring into his blood-red eyes. Tom smirked and caressed Harry’s cheek. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed. Tom took the opportunity to lean down and kiss him. Harry tensed slightly but then relaxed into it; his arms hesitantly reached up and circled around Tom’s neck.



Draco watched from the chair as his two mates made out in front of him. He moaned softly at the erotic sight. He squirmed in his chair as he heard Harry gasp and saw the Dark Lord nip slightly at Harry’s bottom lip. Draco reached down and slowly thumbed the tip of his now aching erection as Voldemort pushed Harry gently down on the couch across from his. The Dark Lord then draped himself across Harry, once again capturing his lips. Harry arched up into the kiss, his hands clutching Voldemort’s robes. Draco groaned and his hand slowly pumped his straining cock as he watched Voldemort roll his hips, brushing Harry and his groins together.

Harry broke the kiss crying out as Tom rolled his hips, brushing his robes against Harry’s hard cock. Harry shuddered as Tom licked the outer shell of his left ear. Harry’s emerald eyes were slowly turning blood-red as Tom reached down and stroked Harry’s cock. He kissed Harry, eliciting a tiny moan as he thrust his tongue inside his mouth. Harry began to pant and thrust his hips to meet Tom’s strokes.

Draco shuddered as he released into his hand, his eyes glazed and his breath coming in short pants as he slumped in the chair, exhausted. The Dark Lord whispered to Harry in soft parseltongue as Harry came with a gasp into his hand, his blood red eyes swirling with lust. Lord Voldemort chuckled as he noticed Harry’s little quirk: his toes curled when he came. *Cute* He leaned over Harry and kissed him softly as Harry slowly drifted down from his sexual high to fall asleep. Harry hissed to him in parseltonue before drifting off.

~Please…think about what I said…~ Lord Voldemort leaned back and then stood up and walked towards Draco who still sat in his chair.

“You both will wake up soon, and I suppose you have a lot to discuss. I don’t expect Harry to ever forgive me for letting his parents die, but I know he care for you Draco.” Draco stared up at the Dark Lord, thinking about what he said. *He cares for me? Wait…..he LET his parents die? What?* Draco stood up and ran to the Dark Lord who was currently walking out the door.

“What do you mean you let his parents die? I thought you killed them?” Lord Voldemort shook his head, smiling sadly.

“Your grandfather killed his parents, right in front of me…..and after I had promised to not harm the mother. Then he ordered me to kill Harry, but it failed and he fled, returning to his world. So you see, I am still to blame.” Draco stared. All this time, the Dark Lord was supposed to have been protecting Harry’s mother and hadn’t killed her or Harry’s dad. But he had tried to kill Harry, and had failed…but why? Draco became puzzled and tried to speak again but Voldemort laid a hand over his eyes and muttered a quick spell. He caught Draco as he fell, asleep, and placed him next to Harry on the couch. He then left his two mates, to contemplate his next move. Should he join them or not?

*End Dream*


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Draco woke with a start. He was back in his room with Harry under him. They had shagged and then…
Voldemort. *Oh god and his parents! I have to tell Harry!* But Harry was still asleep. Draco smiled down at him and then mentally called out for Hermione. *Hermione time?* He heard Hermione’s voice as she mentally snickered. *It’s time for breakfast so you two better hurry!* Draco cursed and shook Harry awake. Harry woke up and smiled at Draco.



“Is it breakfast time?” Draco grinned down at him and nodded. He bent down to kiss him and took a deep breath. He could smell Harry but it wasn’t tempting him. *Good* He won’t have trouble today.



“C’mon, Granger and Weasley are probably waiting for us.” Harry frowned as he dragged some clothes on.



“I wish you would call them by their first names Draco.” Now it was Draco’s turn to frown.



“Well, it’s kind of hard for me after all that’s happened between us. I’ll try though. But Harry there’s something I have to tell you…it’s about the Dark Lord.” Harry raised an eyebrow at this and sat on the bed to put on his shoes.



“He told me something before we woke up…” Just then Ron and Hermione walked in chattering quietly to each other. They stopped sensing the tension in the air and looked at Draco. Telepathically he summarized last night’s events, leaving out the parts where the Dark Lord seduced him and Harry. They gasped and looked at Harry, who stood waiting for Draco to finish.



“Well, tell me Draco!” Draco bit his lip and then took a deep breath.



“He didn’t kill your parents, he just tried to kill you…The one who killed your parents…was my grandfather.” Harry’s jaw dropped open; various emotions flickered through his eyes: hurt, relief, anger, and confusion.



“But….so…why?”



“He said he was trying to protect your mother but he wouldn’t say why.” Harry sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. Hermione and Ron stepped towards him and began to whisper to him quietly. Draco watched through narrowed eyes as he smiled at them and nodded. *Why? Why can’t that be me?* Draco snorted. *Because you were a prat to him his entire school career* Draco started as he suddenly found himself with an armful of Harry. Harry nuzzled him and then placed a chaste kiss on his lips.



“Thank you. You don’t understand how relieved I am right now.” Draco pushed at their bond and then noticed why he had been feeling so guilty, because Harry had been feeling guilty. He had offered himself to the man who he thought had killed his parents and it had started to eat away at him. Draco suddenly heard Harry crying softly. He tilted Harry’s head up so that he could look into his beautiful emerald eyes. Harry’s eyes were moist and soft as he looked up at Draco. Draco smiled and wiped his tears away.



“Harry, it’s okay now. He will come to us and then we will be whole. Nothing will be able to hurt us. I swear on my grandmother’s grave that I will avenge your people and your parents death and kill my grandfather.” Ron and Hermione gasped. Treason! They’re master was speaking treason! Draco turned to them.



“I know…treason…But for Harry I would do it.” Ron and Hermione nodded. They all turned to the door as they heard loud knocking and banging. Draco cursed softly as he felt who was out there. He opened the door to an anxious looking Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. Their looks explained everything. Something was wrong.



“What’s wrong? What’s happened?” Pansy stepped forward.



“It’s the council. They received the treaty and your grandfather is furious….He’s here…looking for you and Harry with your parents…and Harry’s grandmother is here with Dumbledore. They are all waiting in his chambers.” Harry stood in shock. His grandmother…HIS grandmother was here. Was she angry with him? Tears came to his eyes as he thought of it. He hadn’t even met her yet and already she hated him probably. Draco in turn was furious. Damn his grandfather for dragging his friends and family into this nonsense. And for hurting Harry, he would pay dearly. Harry walked slowly to Draco and was relieved when he felt him pull him into an embrace.



“Come on Harry, we better meet the family.”

They walked up to the door and then before they could knock Harry whimpered and turned to Draco.



“Draco I can’t do this! My grandmother, what if she…and your grandfather….oh GOD!” Draco hugged him close and then kissed his forehead right where his scar was. He fixed Harry’s glasses a little and smiled down at him.



“I promise you everything will be alright. Come on, let’s go.” They knocked on the door and walked in when Dumbledore answered, his eyes saddened and angry.



“Well my boys, seems we have a little problem….” Harry and Draco walked in followed by their friends to see that Dumbledore’s chambers had turned into a courtroom of some sort filled with people Harry had never seen, and then other he knew very well. Draco immediately strode toward a tall man with long silver hair and ice blue eyes. He seemed about Lucius’ age but had an older even more commanding presence, if that was possible. Draco stopped and immediately began to talk to him, hissing angrily.



“Grandfather what is the meaning of this?” The man smirked and motioned to some guards who Draco realized to be prison guards. He submitted quietly until he heard a cry come from the other side of the room. He turned in the guards’ grasp and growled when he saw Harry being arrested as well. Ron and Hermione were protesting rather loudly and violently as they too were apprehended. He swung back to stare at his grandfather.



“Draco Lucien Azazel Malfoy, you are hereby charged with treason and your case will be tried today by the council here at Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Draco saw his parents from the corner of his eyes. They were also being restrained by guards, well, at least his father was, his mother had submitted quietly but he could see the anger in her eyes. He hissed in anger.



“My mate! Let him go!” Azazel smirked and jerked his head, motioning the guards to bring the now tied up and gagged Harry. He fought and kicked, hissing at the guards in parseltongue behind his gag. Hermione and Ron were dragged away along with Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle; all three were yelling and cursing at their captors. Draco smirked, glad that his and Harry’s friends had some fight in them.



“Draco, my grandson, why? You are the heir to my throne and yet you are fraternizing with this trash,” Azazel drawled as he jerked Harry towards him, making the small boy cry out. Draco growled and then froze as he saw the most beautiful creature, other than Harry, walk into the room. Azazel laughed and the whole council began to whisper. She looked so young this woman, no older than mid-twenties. Her hair was a deep red with green streaks. It hung loose and curly down her back. Her eyes were the same color green as Harry’s and they swirled hypnotizing Draco. She looked every part the regal as she held her head high, her pouty mouth set in a thin line of anger. Dressed in nothing but a simple green gown, she looked and smelled divine. *She smells like Harry…or he smells like her.* Herry’s eyes widened as he laid eyes for the first time on his grandmother, Lilith. As she walked forward the council parted for her, until she stood right in front of Azazel and Harry.



“Let my grandson go Azazel. The war has ended, you are acting foolishly!” She said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Azazel sneered at her and pulled Harry closer, too close for Draco. Draco then felt a burst of anger as Azazel began to pet Harry. Harry jerked his head away from the fingers, fear and loathing in his eyes. The queen’s eyes flashed anger, but she kept calm.



“Azazel please, I implore you to release him…he is all I have left. He has done nothing but bring peace between our countries and I do not wish to ruin that peace by fighting you.”



“Oh Lilith, you have no idea do you? Just how powerful this boy is? With him at my side I would be invincible.” The queen now shook with anger but instead did something completely different. She kneeled down and placed her hands up in the air like she was praying to Azazel.



“I beg you! Azazel, If you ever felt anything for me at all, I beg you return him to me.” The room gasped at this new revelation. Azazel and the queen of the incubi? Draco’s jaw dropped open and Harry stared at his newly discovered grandmother in shock. Azazel hissed in anger and then threw Harry towards her. She caught him gracefully and then began to untie him.



“But Draco is still on trial! For threatening to kill me!” Harry’s eyes shot towards Draco who only turned his face away from Harry. *He knew when he made that promise….what it meant….that they would know he said it* Harry flew from his grandmother’s hands as she finished untying his gag, to fall at the feet of Azazel. The council members shouted in outrage.



“Please your highness! I beg you! Spare him! I love him! Please, he said it in comforting me! It was not meant in earnest.” Harry cried and then froze as he felt Azazel’s hand under his chin. He tilted Harry’s face up to his and stared in his eyes. Harry stared at him, his eyes swirling with hope and fear. His eyelashes soft and moist as they fluttered down to shield his eyes from the unflinching stare of the king.



“Why do you all have the same eyes?” He whispered quietly, as if to himself. He then nodded at his guards who released Draco and his parents. Azazel tore away from Harry and strode to the council members.



“It seems, gentlemen, that this matter has been cleared. I will await the meeting in a month when we will discuss the terms of the treaty between our two kingdoms. Thank you.” Azazel turned to look at Harry and Lilith, his eyes lingering on Lilith for a second more before they hardened and he left with a pop. The council members all stood up muttering amongst themselves, with a bow to the royal families they also disappeared.



Harry was still on the floor when his grandmother approached him. He stood up shakily and stared at her.



“Do you hate me grandmother? For causing so much trouble?” Lilith smiled and shook her head as she lifted up a hand to Harry’s head to stroke his hair. He smiled and cried as hugged her close. She also began crying as she hugged him back. *My Harry, my beautiful grandson…* Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled once more as he saw the family united for the first time.



Draco ran to his mother and father, checking to see if they were alright. After reassuring him that they were fine he walked up to Harry and the queen slowly. Lilith turned to him and smiled. Draco noticed that Harry was still crying in her arms though softly. *He said he loves me...Harry loves me...*



“Hello Prince Draco. It’s good to see you again, you have grown so much.” Draco whirled to stare at his parents who smiled at him. Dumbledore walked into the room quietly with Ron, Hermione and the Slytherin quartet in tow and spoke.

“It seems you all have much to discuss, please let me change the room and then we can all discuss this.” As Dumbledore fixed his room, Harry looked up at his grandmother, the woman who had given birth to his mother, the woman who apparently gave him his eyes. She smiled down at Harry and said the words that no family member had ever said to him.



“I love you my grandson. I love you.” Harry smiled at her through his tears and for once in his life felt like he belonged somewhere.