Meant To Be

Title: Meant To Be
Author: Flamesky
Pairing: HP/DM, SB/RL, HG/RW
Warnings: OC, angst, fluff, language, WAFF, WIP, Lime, D/s, Mpreg, slash.
Summary:AU angel Harry & demon Draco. When Harry reaches his maturity and God reviles him his destiny, he finds out he has a particular soul mate. Harry is then sent down to earth with Albus Dumbledore as his guide to meet his mate.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot line and some few characters that have nothing to do with JK’s Harry Potter world.

A/N: …And here I am again. Hello people! It’s a pleasure to read from you guys, honestly, you inspire me very much with your words. Thank-you for reviewing. Once again, I hope this chapter will go to your expectations. Or well, that it will just entertain you well enough. *smiles* Enjoy.
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Chapter 3: Searching Souls
Written by: Flamesky

The Angel opened his eyes when he felt cool air touch his face. He blinked; they were at the feet of a gigantic castle. Harry had never seen such a thing, however, before he could have gapped some more, Albus gripped him surprisingly hard, and pulled him towards it.

“Hey!” He gasped. “Albus you’re hurting me!” The old man gave an apologetic smile. “Sorry Harry, we have to get you in as quick as possible.” The boy finally managed the same pace as he had a heavy trunk to think about.
Large steal doors opened for them as Albus waved his wand at it. Harry hadn’t caught what he had said, but he knew he had used worded magic. Angels didn’t need that. Since they could perform Telepathy, all magic was done by a simple mental command. Even if telepathy was something Harry still needed to master, he was pretty good, nonetheless, with his magic skills.
As they stepped in Harry suddenly felt something reach to him, a power, some weird kind of magic because, there was only Albus and himself-almost running, around the corridors-, that was gripping him. ‘So, what..?’ The Angel whimpered at the feeling. All his senses told him to stop right there but the persistent pull on his arm wouldn’t let him.

His guide suddenly turned for a corridor and Harry felt his arm been pulled almost off. He breathed in, looking around frenetically trying to understand where they were going and why in such a hurry. “Albus, wait! Can we slow down?” His trunk was heavily crushing, repeatedly on the ground for the speed. The Angel fought to keep it in balance. “I’m afraid not Harry. We need to go, nippy.” ‘Nippy?’ The boy thought. Another unexpected turn and Harry got the suspicious hunch that someone was following them or…His brows knitted together as he glanced behind him. The long lone corridor showed no one.

…Or some one that had to come. Harry couldn’t explain it even to himself. He just had a feeling that some one was to show up soon, all at once, and the minor thought gave Harry sparks. Yes, Harry felt like glowing for no apparent reason. He frowned up at the old man that had now stopped. He muttered something and a door opened. Thought, the Angel was mid interested in all that; he noticed a gargoyle move and circular stairs appear.
Once again he looked back; a shiver ran down his spine. What was it? His heart had then sped up; it seemed it wanted to get out of his ribcage. A noise came to Harry’s ear, like many voices trying to speak at once. Harry couldn’t understand them, he stepped back fear rising in him, eyes searching the corridors. The hissing got stronger, and as Albus reached for him again-practically flying on the stairs with the boy, Harry could have sworn to have made out a male voice.
Harry found himself in a circular room. A gigantic desk stood before him loaded with things, shelves around with all the books possible. He breathed in and out, hard.

“Where are we?” The boy sounded exhausted.

“Where are we he asks!?” Harry gasped as he turned to look at a talking painting. He stepped back into Albus that smiled assuredly as he walked to the desk. Harry gapped as he looked at the frowning portrait. “It talks!” Quickly, he scanned the other paintings that seemed to be looking at him.
“Of course we do.” The painting of an old man said in a superior voice.

“This Harry, is my office.” Interrupted Albus before things went too far. He was looking for something on his desk. Harry blinked, clutching his trunk harder. “And that is Professor Kreakty Snacchers.” “A…Professor?” The Angel was flabbergasted. “A past Headmaster, like many on this wall.” Harry received many nods in return.

“So this, this must be Hogwarts.” He dropped the trunk and went to the window; his steps were a little shaky. Outside was a grass field, in the distance he could see some mountains and a lake was not to far away. “But how did we get here?” “I used a portkey.” He raised a golden medallion. “It was charmed to be one. Now Harry, you must want to go wash your face. There,” Albus pointed to the door behind he’s back. “You’ll find a bathroom.” “Ah, thanks.” The Angel responded a little lost.

He rubbed his elbow eying his surroundings as he went in the bathroom. All the while wondering why the apparent old man, didn’t seen effected by the ‘nippy walk’. When he closed the door he realized that his heart had kept the steady furious rhythm. Harry reached for the sink, supporting him up. Suddenly, his head felt like it was spinning. When he raised his eyes to the mirror he stepped back confused. His face looked lined with tears, his eyes were puffy and he looked unnaturally pale. However, his cheeks were rosy from the running. He, as far as he could remember, had never been so pale. Breathing in, the Angel washed his face and hands. “My head’s killing me.” He groaned silently to himself. As he finished drying is hands with the towel, he went out to find Albus sitting casually in his enormous desk chair.

“Harry, how do you feel now?” Said Angel stepped forward. “Confused.” He said truthfully. “My head’s spinning or, I don’t know if that’s the world doing it anymore.” The Headmaster laughed as he watched Harry rub his head unconsciously. “Have a sit, Harry.” The Angel did as he was told and looked around the office wearily.
“Now Harry, welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have to warn you not to you use your powers since their wandless when around people. It will cause lots of questions that we don’t want to answer. No one and I mean no one should know that you’re an Angel. If you must, only in the middle of an emergency alright?” The boy nodded quietly. “Tomorrow we will go down to Hogsmead to buy you a wand. We can’t possibly go to Diagon Alley, too far.” Muttered the old man almost to himself. Harry’s brows met confused as he cocked his head to one side. It was then that an odd red golden bird caught his attention.
“That’s Fawkes, my phoenix.” The bird flapped its wings and let out a melodic hum. Its black eyes watched Harry and he gulped as he looked away feeling uncomfortable. “Nice…Bird.” Albus’ eyes twinkled as he came to rub the phoenix’s feathers.

“Albus I…Felt weird.” Harry whispered out of the blue. He crossed his arms around himself. “Would you mind explaining that Harry?” The headmaster asked. “Gummy bears?” Harry looked up surprised to see a bowl of the said candy, not having the heart to say no he picked a red one. “Thanks.” He muttered silently. Emerald eyes studied the red bear as he squished it gently in his fingers. Albus watched him calmly, waiting for the boy to speak.
“When we entered the castle I felt…” He laughed, “You’ll probably think I’ve gone bananas…” A blush crept on his cheeks. “Like, something was reaching out for me.” “Interesting,” Harry looked up puzzled. Albus arched an eyebrow from his half moon shaped glassed, urging the boy to continue. “I felt strange. And I heard hissing, I heard voices.” His hand went to his ear instinctively. “They were getting clearer…At first it sounded like lots of people were speaking, I didn’t understand but before…” Harry frowned down at the gummy bear not even understanding what he was saying. He looked up as if for an answer. Albus was about to give him just that.

“That was your mate, I believe, calling out to you.” Harry leaned on the chair’s back, eyes wide. “What-how?” The Angel closed his mouth as the old man raised up his hand. “He sensed you in the castle. Better yet,” He added somewhat sourly, “He knew you were to come.” A distinct idea of a predator came to Harry’s mind. “How?” He panted. “Perhaps some one told him.” At this the old man went deep in thought. Harry gulped caressing his chest. At the mention of his mate, his heart had sped up-again. No wonder if he was going to have a hearth attack soon.
“He was getting nearer…And fast.”

“I knew it!” Exclaimed the headmaster making Harry bolt. “That’s why I was pulling you so fast in, Harry. I thought he’d do something like that.” The emerald eyed boy looked at him perplexed. “He’s rather cunning.” Admitted Albus that smiled at him confidently. “And eager to know you, may I add.” “But, why stop him? We have to meet anyways, no?” He finally put the gummy bear in his mouth. “Yes Harry, that is right. Nevertheless, you young lads aren’t ready to meet just yet.” Harry’s mouth opened and closed at the same time. “Yes?” Said Albus expecting another question. The boy sighed. “Why?” he asked again. “Harry, how much on soul mates do you really know?” He chewed on the gummy bear. “Ehh…” The Angel felt his stomach lurch painfully as his cheeks heated up. “I know what they are..?” He offered weakly. Albus sighed, eyes twinkling knowingly as he pointed his wand to some books. “I took liberty in taking this for you from our school’s library.” As the books floated to Harry, he reached for them. “They are all about soul mates, bonds and about anything else you’ll need to know.” In all, the books were three. Harry pilled them on his lap, nodding to what Albus was saying. “Thank-you, Professor.” His guide smiled and nodded in return.
“So you see, you might have some studding to do.” The Angel nodded. “Albus I was wondering…” He bit his lip. “What’s his name?” The headmaster looked at him from under his glasses. “Draco Malfoy.” His face was expressionless as he watched Harry closely. “Oh.” The boy looked down to his books as he swallowed all of what remained of the candy. “Draco…” He repeated. “Malfoy…” Something was definitely familiar there. Before Harry could dwell on that, Albus spoke up. “Good you had your wings retracted, Harry. Keep them like that ok?” The Angel nodded, fingers touching the old leather of the book’s cover.
“Professor McGonagall will arrive here shortly. While you were freshening up, I owled her to come. She will show you to your rooms. Now lessen up, Harry.” The headmaster’s tone went suddenly serious. “You are not to leave your room for any reason, ok? I or some other trusted staff member will come to pick you up when you’ll be needed out of the room. I’m sorry.” He added at last seen the angered look on Harry’s face. “I know it seems as if we’ve got you in cage, but these strict arrangements must be respected. They are all for your own and your mate’s, protection. I have placed protecting charms on your chambers so that you won’t be disturbed by any uncontrolled mate.” The boy didn’t find anything to argue to that.
“I also must tell you Harry that your dinner will be served in your room. So I will see you tomorrow morning.” Harry nodded weakly.
There was a nock on the door.

“Do come in, Minerva.”

Harry turned to see a witch with a face lined by age, tall and skinny, but had a certain grace as she closed the door and came in. Her emerald robes following her moves. “Albus.” She gave a curt nod. Then, her severe eyes turned to Harry, they seem to soften though. “Minerva, this is Harry Potter. Harry, Professor McGonagall. The two shook hands. “Hello Professor.”
“Mr. Potter.” The teacher nodded yet again. “I’m sure for you to be feeling tiered, I’ll now accompany you to your rooms.” The headmaster smiled at Harry nodding for him to do so. “Minerva, are the corridors safe?” The witch pursed her lips. “Yes, headmaster. I owled Professor Snape down in the Slytherin dungeons on the little…Accident.” “Shouldn’t happen again.” Mussed the old man. The woman nodded, pulling Harry towards the door. “Yes, yes. The boy is restless thought, Albus. He’s been waiting this day, forever.” To say that Harry was confused…

“What?”

“Hush now, boy.” Interrupted the witch. The Angel frowned up at Albus instead. “I see.” The headmaster rubbed his beared chin. “Well, of you go with Harry then. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”
Harry blinked. “Goodnight.”
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The Angel threw himself on the bed with a desperate sigh. “I’ll never understand that woman!” He hissed. The books Dumbledore had given him suddenly fell of from the bed’s edge, were he had dropped them. On the way to Harry’s chambers, Professor McGonagall had talked back and forth about school rules, the way how to behave and what to do and not to do in class with her. Seriously…
Harry though, had lessened nodded and asked few questions himself. He hadn’t felt anything strange while in the corridors, which had surprisingly disappointed him a bit.

Draco Malfoy. Finally he knew his name and finally, some time soon, he was going to see him. He found out that he was exited, curious to meet him now. Harry sat up on his king size bed. The creamy comforter all creased by Harry’s weight. The room was simple, even if a tad empty for Harry’s taste.
The walls were made of stone, the dark color close to the one of the shiny floor. All in all, it looked much like a medieval theme. The funny thing was that the door was actually a painting were you had to give it a password to enter. Harry found it highly amusing. He stood up going to the fire place; comfortable red leather sits accompanied it. Beside his bed was a small table with a chair, all illuminated by a torch. Then, on the far right were walk in windows. As Harry went to them, he noticed with a smile that it was a balcony. Immediately, he flanged the windows open and he walked out.
The late sun bid him good night as it sank behind a mountain in the far view. Harry smiled leaning himself on the railing as the wind ruffled his hair. It was then that Harry let himself relax. He sank in a near chair and rested his head between the railing’s bars. He must have been really high; the vista was truly breath taking. For a moment, his eyes were caught up with the lake, the infinite green grass and that spooky looking forest just few feet away.

“Ron and Hermione would have loved it here.” He admitted out loud. The Angel smiled sadly and looked up at the skies. The vaguest hints of nostalgia were hitting his core.
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Later that night, our favourite Angel could be found tucked under the covers while reading one of those soul mate books. He was bitting on a green apple that had come with his dinner tray, back resting on the headboard of the bed as the book lay on his lap.
Before he had opened the book, Harry had promised himself to take the situation as rationally as he possibly could. Whatever was to come, he was to remain reasonable.

‘A soul mate can be someone who is connected to you from other lifetimes and with whom you are continuing a well-developed past-life relationship. Or, this may be your first lifetime together on earth.’

Harry chewed thoughtfully. “Definitely first time…”

‘Soul mates are friends and loved ones who are responsive to your love, and with whom you are deeply connected and share a common path and purpose. Your soul mate may be someone who has come to be with you and learn similar lessons...’

A brow rose in a questioning arch. “What?”

‘Or a person you don’t even know but, is out there just waiting to be found.’

“Ok, so that’s more like the situation here.” Harry flipped trough the pages.
“Soul mates and their signs.” He read out aloud. “This is got to be amusing…”

‘When soul mates find themselves in first lifetime experiences, they don’t know about the important being of the other.’

“Give us credit; we don’t even know they exist in the first place!” Groaned the Angel.

‘Only when in close proximity of their soul mate one knows of his or her existence. That is if your mate isn’t any magical creature. Vampires, werewolves, mermaids, even Angels and Demons-as many others, are believed that on the awakening of their maturity, she or he would sense the other.’

This time, Harry was too immersed to complain. His apple dropped on the floor, forgotten.

‘However, depending on the soul mate statues, dominant or submissive, not all soul mates come to this realization…’

Harry quickly went to read under dominant.

‘Being in a relationship with a dominant soul brings different kinds of challenges. Dominant souls are often able to detach from personality reactions, offering you a more impersonal, wise love. This might not always be comfortable to you. The gifts the dominant soul gives may come in different forms than what you want, so you will need to focus on the essence of what you receive rather than on your expectations of certain actions, words, or behaviours. You will need to learn when to surrender to the wisdom and strength of the other person, and when to be your own authority. As in any relationship, a relationship with a dominant soul has many rewards, as well as many challenges.’

The Angel gulped silently as he went to read under submissive.

‘In a relationship with a submissive soul, you will have an opportunity to gain the soul qualities of patience and compassion. You will learn how to empower others without taking responsibility for their lives, saving them, or taking away their lessons. You will be challenged to be loving, humble, forgiving, and kind. Submissive souls sometimes feel threatened by dominant souls, and may try to reduce the dominant soul\'s confidence and personal power to feel better about themselves. When joined with a submissive soul, be certain that this person wants what you have to offer and is receptive to change and growth. Also, the submissive mate is more likely to become pregnant, gender doesn’t mater.’

That was enough to stop Harry there. He read the description again and the dominant one too. “Oh wow,” He sounded a little freaked out. “Sounds like I’m the submissive?” The Angel used a moment to recollect his thoughts and then dove in his reading again. Suddenly Harry, didn’t feel so keen on meeting his mate.
‘When a magical being hits maturity he or she may have or not have a mate. Usually, dominants souls come to feel the connections with their mates first and at large distances. Submissive will come to realize this connection only when in close propinquity...’

It was then that Harry’s eyes started to drop. He couldn’t handle all those big words and the outlined truth written all over those pages. With a swift movement, he closed the book and threw it at the other side of the bed. As he waved his hands, the torches went off.
‘That was spooky.’ He thought sleepily as he snuggled down in bed. ‘Ok, I’ll pretend I didn’t read a thing. I don’t know a thing, nope. Nothing…’ Harry turned to a side trying to sleep. He knew he just wanted to, but the things he had read kept on coming back. ‘No that wasn’t spooky…’ His mind was begging to feel less groggy with sleep as he turned and turned in his bed. ‘That was horrifying!’ The Angel gasped in his bed suddenly feeling much more awake. He had to read it all!

“This is bad, very bad…” He light the room again and took the book.

‘…Been able to sense their submissive mate only feeds in their want for them. A want that could be much described as ‘carnal lust’. Although it’s possible to contain it, it will eventually come to a point to be draining. Any physical contact with the other mate may have surprisingly good therapeutic effects.’
Then, Harry went on to the next chapter.
‘When rejecting one’s mate, it could have many effects. Some such as: suicide, murder, anger, distractive behaviour, to pitiful, depressed, sad, hopeless and emotionally fragile state. These effects may happen on both mates along with the feeling of deep jealousy and envy. Most dominant mate courts their submissive and once succeeded can become aggressive, jealous and over-protecting. That is most likely when a ‘Bond’ as been started.
The bond it’s when the soul mates unite as one, uniting each other for life, consumed in sexual acts…’

“I know enough.” The Angel whispered as he closed the book once again. His face was red, the blush increasing even more. “Sleep…Right, got to sleep.” He sounded shocked. Harry inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night either.
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The sun had just begun to touch Harry’s room with its magnificent morning rays. The air outside was unmoving and calm, slightly chilly as birds sang. All was peaceful as Harry, deep in his stressful sleep, naive to his surroundings and especially to a sudden suspicious shadow that fell on his sleeping figure, slept on.
It crept quietly, with agile grace, the shadow expanded as it got even closer. Then, calmly it sat on the bed.

“Harry…” It was a man’s voice.
“Hmm..?” Came the groaning response.
The man chuckled. “Harry.” He called again.
“What..?” His voice was heavy with sleep; he had yet to come to his full consciousness.
“Wake up.” The man’s voice urged.
“Hmmm…” The Angel complained as he snuggled his face in the creamy pillow.

“HARRY POTTER WOULD YOU WAKE UP AND GREET YOUR OLD GODFATHER?!?!?!”
Harry quickly blinked feeling more than lost as he sat up. “What-what-HEY!” Suddenly, a body threw himself at him.

“Oh you little pest, look at you! Grown all up in such a silly little pumpkin with the cute little wild hair!” The cooing voice was strangely familiar Harry decided as a hand ruffled his hair. “Hey, hey! Sirius stop that, let the poor guy breath.” There were chuckles and finally Harry could see the blurry figures of two men. One sitting on his bed while the other stood next to it.

“Sirius?” His glasses were then put on him.

“Sirius! Oh how good to see you! I missed you so much!” Harry hugged them man. “Hey, little Harry isn’t little anymore.” Harry grinned up to him in his tiered state. “Yeah. I’m older now.” Sirius nodded. “And I must look like some grandpa then. This isn’t good.” Harry glared playfully at him. That was no way near the truth. Sirius Black hadn’t changed at all. He still was well build, young adult futures; full of life blue eyes and dark shoulder length wavy hair.
“He’s just modest.” Muttered a man that Harry hadn’t really paid attention too. “This is Remus Lupin, Harry. My soul mate.” Introduced the Angel. “Nice way to meet, huh Harry?” Said Angel blushed a little but reached to shake hands. “Yeah…” The sandy haired man was attractive, not like Sirius, but his mysterious golden eyes made him a particular kind. “I heard lots about you.” Harry blushed harder at that. “Ah,” he said rather dumbly. “I hope all good things…”

Sirius coughed several times.
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“You don’t look so good.” Harry looked up at his Godfather as he tied his shoe. “Why thank you.” The older Angel crossed his arms, a worried look on his face. “No really Harry, you have dark circles under your eyes and,” He bit his lip. “I remember you with such a gorgeous tan, you look spent.” Before he could answer, Remus looked at him. “Your eyes seem very alive, though.” Sirius gave a small smile. ‘Lilly’s eyes.’ He though. The young Angel blushed. “Yeah well, didn’t really have a choice to sleep now, did I?”

It was the other Angel’s turn to become red. Sirius hadn’t been able to wait till a decent time to go meet Harry and so, ended in waking him up at seven sharp. “Might not be that.” He complained. “Something is upsetting you. Those books…” His blue eyes glared at them. “You read something that worried you, didn’t you?” Harry inhaled looking away from Sirius’ penetrating frown. “I read those same books when I came here, you know?” Green eyes looked up surprised. Sirius plopped next to him on the bed while Remus thought better to leave them for a while and went out on the balcony.

Sirius smiled. “Even if its now, eight years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday.” He admitted. “You see Harry, Remus is a werewolf.” The other Angel raised his eyebrows in surprise; his cherry lips formed a round silent ‘O’. “I…I didn’t know that.” “Of course you didn’t. But that’s not the point.” He shook his head. “I felt exactly like you, Harry.” Deep blue eyes gleamed as he smiled. “Scared, frightened of what was to come. I read those books and I was horrified out my gangers!” Harry grinned. “I can hardly believe that, Sirius. You’re the bluntest bravest person I ever known!” His Godfather laughed, “Ah, the old good days. Joy!” Sirius shook his head still smiling. “Unfortunately, we all meet our greatest fears sooner or later and mine,” He lifted his eyes towards Remus’ direction before looking back at Harry with a sly grin. “Was that kinky werewolf,” His voice became louder, “…that happens to be pretending been outside the balcony ignoring us.”

“Hey!”

Harry laughed as he turned to see a comically bemused Remus charging for his mate. The teen Angel jumped out of his bed as the two rolled around it. He gapped, tried his hardest not to laugh as finally Sirius won the struggling fight and pinned he’s sandy haired mate on the bed. Harry’s cheeks turned red at the very suggestive position.
“And you see,” He was a little bit breathless as he cleared his voice. Remus under him tried to pull his wrists free but it was no use. He glared up at his mate. “Controlling the werewolf in him wasn’t too bad.” A sudden shift that attempted Remus to get liberated was immediately stopped by Sirius’ hips. Remus gapped as a blush tinted his cheeks and bit his lips before a moan could escape. Sirius smiled elatedly down at his mate before turning to Harry. “And rather easy, may I add.”

“Oh, I’ll show you easy.” Growled the werewolf. Harry didn’t dare watch what was next as he flew in the toilet and more than just red in the face…
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“Come on, Harry!” Wined Sirius at the blushing boy as they finally exited the teen Angel’s room. “You can’t possibly be that innocent!” There was a snort from a satisfied werewolf. “You were too, you know? Not until you met me.” “Oh stop it been so bloody seductive!” Sirius pushed a grinning Remus away. Harry huffed and held his borrowed Soul Mate books protectively against his chest. His cheeks were-still, slightly red as he made his confident way towards the headmaster’s office even if, he had no idea were he was going at the moment.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” “It’s ok Sirius.” He muttered. “I’m just not used seen you with your mate. Or well, just seen you like this. It’s been so long…” Sirius smiled understanding. “Yeah.” The two mates followed Harry as he turned to a quick left. “I repeat thought, its ok. Its nice seen you so happy.” He smiled sincerely at Remus, both had grown quite accustomed to the other rather quickly.

Sirius smiled proudly at Remus and took his hand and leaned in for a quick kiss. Harry averted his eyes self-consciously stopping in his tracts suddenly. The couple went a few steps further before they realised the other wasn’t following.
“Harry?” Called Sirius. Both mates watched him peculiarly as the Angel was deeply concentrated in gazing down a turn right corridor. “Harry? Wo-hoo!? Yo! Christmas time!” His Godfather trashed his hands wildly in front of the Angels face. “Hello??” But Harry seemed like in trance, his face serious and suddenly warned out of the earlier blush. Remus shook his head at his mate’s antics and walked to lean next to Harry’s ear. He whispered, “Don’t look now but, Dumbledore is dancing in a wild hot pink tutu.”

The teen Angel suddenly jumped a weird expression on his face as he gulped in air for the first time. “What?!” Sirius was laughing. “Jeez Remus, I don’t know how much your mind can get more perverted than this!” Remus smiled seductively at his mate again. “I’m sure you’ll have a pretty fat chance to find out later tonight.” Sirius grinned devilishly at that, letting his mate walk with him with his arms around his waist. “Let’s go on now, Harry.” Called Sirius from behind his shoulder. “I don’t know why were even around the Slytherin’s dungeons-” “Slytherin dungeons?” Interrupted Harry just behind them as he turned to watch the corridor with slight fidgety. “If we want to go to Dumbledore’s it’s this way.” Continued the older Angel. “Let’s go give the old man his good for nothing books.” Remus watched Harry. “Are you feeling ok?” Harry nodded heart in throat as his grip on the books tightened. Sirius chuckled. “You must have really shaken Harry up a bit with the Dumbledore comment…”

If just it had been that…

However, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together as the same hissings came to him making him stop again. Harry’s heart thumped in his ears as he barely noticed the couple go forward talking and complaining about Dumbledore’s doings and disappearing from his view.

Harry inhaled heavily eyes shifting nervously around the barely lighted corridor. There came that feeling again. The small hairs on his neck suddenly stood straight up and he turned quickly. Some one was watching him he knew it! An incredible force made him step towards the corridor he had previously stopped on.
“No…” He whispered fear gripping him as he looked down the dark path. The hissing came again, echoing around the anxious Angel as he looked around.
“Yesss…” Sounded clearly around him. Harry stepped back unconsciously. He looked towards the direction Sirius and Remus had gone feeling hopeless. “Come…” Harry shivered as he switched his gaze down the mysterious corridor. “Come…” The voice repeated again this time much more clearly and demandingly. The Angel inhaled slowly as he walked forward.

“Yesss, that’s it…” The voice hissed pleased. It appalled Harry even more as he went further and further in. “Turn left.” It commanded again. The Angel closed his eyes momentarily but did as he was told. ‘I don’t want to…I can’t, I don’t want to.’ He kept on repeating in his weak fogy mind. His surroundings suddenly became dumper and colder. Harry shivered, panting out warm clouds of breath. He didn’t know for how long he walked, senses picking up at anything in the dead corridor, before the voice talked again.

“The door,” The sleeky voice made Harry’s heart thump unexpectedly hard. He stopped slowly lifting his emerald eyes towards a door that happened to be right in front of him. “Open it.” Came the clear exact demanding echoing around him.
Harry’s hand shook as it reached for the handle; however, it stopped to go around the books again. “I…I wont, no.” He whispered terrified as he stepped back. “No, I’ll-”

“Do it.” Harry cringed at the angered hiss. “I said, do it.” It ordered again. The Angel stayed frozen in dread. “Harry…” Said Angel gasped at his name whispered almost so sweetly. A weird sensation came in him at that. He looked around confused almost with hope. “Let me go.” He murmured weakly as he stepped back.

“No.” It snapped defiantly.

“Please?” Dared the Angel in return.

“Harry,” The voice sounded impatient now. “Open the door.” Emerald eyes blinked quickly. ‘I must not be scared. I mustn’t. Sirius told me it was okay, he to had the same experience and he-Oh God, Sirius! Sirius where are you!?’
Too late, his hand reached for the knob and with a small tremble he entered. His eyes blinked, trying to get used to a darker surrounding yet.

“Follow my voice. I’ll be your eyes.”

Harry’s knuckles became white around the books. Biting his lip he closed his eyes and walked forward. “Good.” His senses were going crazy all of a sudden; he could feel his mate so near…It was overwhelming. More than the fear itself, it was-
“Up the stairs, on your right.”

Harry blindly felt for the railing. Once he found it, he carefully stepped on the stairs. He gulped trying his hardest to calm down.
“There’s a door in front of you. Open it.” As Harry climbed up the last step, his hand felt in the air again. As he found the door he opened it. The first thing he noticed was the chandelier in the middle of the room light with few candles. They flickered anonymously in the air.
He entered, the door closed soundlessly behind him. The room was humongous. Harry didn’t like those dark spaces.
“Come forth.” Now, the voice resonated in the room. It wasn’t a hissing in his mind anymore, it was there, real. Determined not to show how really befuddled and alarmed he was, Harry straightened up and looked before him steadily.

He stopped just before the looming chandelier; he could feel it, practically see his mate before him. Harry’s breath hitched. “Come under the light.” He said.

“Very well.”

Harry’s emerald eyes widened, heart ready to explode as a figure in front of him stepped forward. The clear sound of boots stepping on the floor echoed around.
Golden hair was suddenly visible, his head bent as his black robes covered the rest of his body. The Angel let out a shaky breath as the other lifted his head as if in slow motion, towards him. Piercing silver eyes met his; Harry stepped back at the look he was receiving and…The mix sensations.
The blond smirked dangerously, victorious eyes daring him to move again as he came to his complete hight. Harry had to raise his eyes to keep the gaze on those calamite pools.

There he was, his mate standing before him gloriously. He was tall, slender and elegant. His features seemed sculpted out of porcelain; those Cupid’s bow arrow shaped lips were red, twisted in a satisfied smile. His mercury orbs flickering mysteriously with the candle’s light. He was tremendously sexy and deadly at the same time.

“Draco Malfoy.” Harry breathed. The Demon raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, his eyes looking him up and down with a certain intensity that made him squirm. The tall blond stepped forward, carefully, so not to scare off his already agitate mate. Harry’s head went even more far back.
Draco stopped closer then arm distance from Harry, he took in his emerald eyes, the wild shock of black hair and that amazing golden skin that shouted at him to be touched. His petite lithe but strong form and that soft-he was sure, petal lips opened in frenetic pants, were tempting him mercilessly.
“Harry Potter.” Came the husky reply. Draco noticed something in Harry’s eyes spark. He looked so frightened, it all made it even juicier to Draco. He’s mate, defenceless, was there clutching those silly books as if they were good enough to keep them apart. The Demon’s eyes darkened, nothing was going to keep them apart.

Yes, Harry could do. He wasn’t sexy like Draco, but was beautiful and pure. His scent was intoxicating, sweet and so alluring. He was perfect, silver eyes flashed precariously, -they- were perfect. Together, that’s what they were. Yes…Draco liked that allot.
A slender hand came to touch Harry’s burning cheek. The contact snapped Harry out of his shock and dropped the books suddenly as he stepped back. Draco had done that too, missing the books by seconds. The Demon smirked.

“You think you can deny your mate?” As he stepped over the books, Harry stepped back. “You really think you can deny, me?” Draco’s smirk twisted evilly as he snorted. Again, he advanced on the Angel. Harry couldn’t explained it, but something in the other boy was terribly familiar…
“How much longer will this cat and mouse game last?” With speed not even Harry thought one could posses, Draco grabbed his wrist and twirled him around till he was under the chandelier. Harry gasped trying to pull away from that grip but was towed forward as Draco stepped closer. Emerald eyes met silver again and the Demon curled his lips in a satisfied smirk. “I’d love to end it right here.” He whispered as he leaned forward. Fingers suddenly twirled with the Angel’s, his heart fluttering as his eyes gazed those perfect lips descending on his.

Harry couldn’t help, it was so…Overpowering been next to his mate, having him touch him and watched him with such want. Harry licked his lips without thinking, at that, silver eyes flashed hungrily.

Draco placed Harry’s arm around his neck and put his own free hand around the Angel’s waist. Harry shivered and suddenly gripped on his mate, fingers slightly capturing the fine hairs at the back of Draco’s head. The blond grinned as he raised their holding hands between their chests. With one last look, he shortened every distance.

Harry’s eyes closed as soft lips met his. It was like bliss, pure ecstasy and joy at once. Why on earth deny this? The Angel shivered with want, hand curling gently now, on the hair almost caressing it. Draco rubbed his lips on Harry’s bottom one, sucking soothingly. His heart too had suddenly sped up, and a groan vibrated from his trout. Harry then, shyly started to response, Draco smiled in the kiss all the while, making it deeper as his mate got confidante. Soon, the heat between them grew to be unbearable, the hunger, the lust consuming them both as two tongues danced to a sensual wild rhythm. Harry pushed more into Draco, mewling in pleasure as Draco’s hand slid at the small of his back. Harry let go of their joined hands and wrapped it around he’s mates neck. Soon, Draco took control again as he pushed Harry on the near wall. The Angel groaned at the painful crush, his lips were attacked again and again by the strong Demon. He whimpered
hopelessly, mind fogged up completely as those same lips kissed him repeatedly everywhere.

All with sudden urgency, a sudden need that was devouring them both. The Angel was panting as his neck was bombarded with kisses. He had never felt something so arousing. He had never, in his entire life felt so exited, loved, sensual, and needed and in a way, carried for all once.
“Oh..” He breathed in the Demon’s ear, eyes closed. Draco’s lips curled once again in smile on the reddened flesh. “And now…” He licked his cherry lips. “To mark you as mine.” Harry gulped and opened his eyes to those silver ones. His mate was panting as hard as him.

Harry’s head suddenly fell back as his mate’s lips touched his pulse line, worrying his skin there with kisses and licks. Then, he started sucking harder and biting. The Angel wasn’t ashamed when he moaned out gloriously.
Suddenly, there was a desperate shout in the room.

“Malfoy! You let go of my Godson right now!” “Sirius, no wait!” “Remus let me go! Dumbledore for heaven’s sake-do something!!!”

The Angel opened eyes to see Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore pointing wands at them. He was confused for a moment but then remembered Draco. He gasped trying to pull away. “What…What happened?!” The Demon frowned, gripping hard as he glared at the intruders.
“He’s coming with me.” He snarled dangerously. Harry frowned, as he pulled and pushed away from the demon. “No! Wait-” Draco suddenly captured his lips in a searing kiss that the Angel tried his best not to respond too. The Demon opened his eyes and waved at the others as he vanished with his struggling mate clutched possessively against him.

“HARRY!”

TBC…
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A/N: Gaaah, seems like I’ve taken a licking to end every chapter with some one disappearing, huh? Lol! *blush* That was SO NOT planned! Sorry! Ahem, so yup, we saw, heard, touched and even tasted our favourite sexy bad boy! How’s that?

Fefs: Oh, LMAO! Your review made me laugh! Yeah, you were totally right! We needed Draco and fast! Thank-you so much for your enthusiasm!

Katja Aalto: Yeah, it’s rude to leave a story unfinished…As it is also rude to read and not review. All in all, both things are a person’s choice. Whatever the

motives, I respect that. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll keep on writing as things go on.

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