A ‘very little’ Happy Ending

Chapter 4 – Finally a Couple?

A/N: Uh . . . I just noticed that all subtitles are written in German grammar. But hey . . . ^-^ As the title says probably everyone . . . they are going to be together . . . more or less . . . ^.^ And now the Malfoy family gets a role in the show as well! Ha ha I like them so much maybe you do too? ^.^ Yeah how I came to love the Malfoy family . . . it is simple really. I read “The Veela Enigma” by Jennavere,

http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/recs.html or http://www.skyehawke.com/archive/story.php?no=7142


and in there they were so lovely and . . . you know. Had anyone already read it? ^_^ And now I love them and get sad everytime someone writes badly about them.
Have fun.


He had a plan to follow! But Draco did his best to foil it. Of course, he should have thought of it, after all they had fought just the night before. However, until now Draco had constantly ignored him and how was he supposed to explain everything he had thought of and say that he was sorry when he was ignored?

Still deep in thoughts he marched through the corridors in the direction of the dungeons. He needed to talk to him . . . or at least to Pansy and Blaise if they were willing to listen to him.
Harry didn’t notice that a few Slytherins were hissing at him when they passed him but it didn’t matter anyway because right now he was only interested in one Slytherin.
. . .
Okay, three but that really was unimportant.

“Harry Potter.” a voice sighed suddenly next to him. Startled he whirled around to find Pansy standing beside him, her arms crossed. “What have you done this time?” she almost sighed again. Silently waiting, she shook her head. Yesterday night she and Blaise hadn’t found out much because of Draco’s furious rambles.

“Nothing! . . . . . . We fought last night and then Hermione lectured me and I started to think about . . . our relationship.” the raven-haired teen mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You started thinking? What a glorious day! Harry Potter found his brain!” Pansy mocked with a grin on her face.

Growling annoyed he wanted to turn but suddenly an arm was wrapped around his shoulders and he looked straight into Blaise’s eyes. “Now, what do you want to do?” the dark teen only asked with that annoying always knowing sparkle in his eyes.

Defeated Harry shrugged and titled his head slightly. “I tried to talk to him, tried to say sorry but he’s ignoring me the whole day.”

“Not the whole day friend. We haven’t even started lunch.” Blaise laughed and shook Harry thoroughly with it. Again the raven-haired one just growled, this time almost animalistic.
“Whoa . . . Harry. Tame your temper, friend. You’re a bit edgy today huh?” he just couldn’t stop the rolling of his eyes now.

“I still need a little revenge on Nott, that rotten piece of shit!” Harry pressed through his gritted teeth. Blaise suddenly laughed loudly and his friends watched him worriedly. “Does that happen often?” the raven-haired teen questioned confused and looked at Pansy shortly.

“From time to time . . . the last time it went that badly, was when Draco said that he . . . was at the beginning of 5th year.” the girl mentioned nodding but changed her sentence midways abruptly.

‘Oops.’ she thought and took a deep breath. Almost had Draco’s little secret slipped from her . . . but weren’t these two fighting about that . . . ‘Argh! This mess really was confusing!’

But Harry only nodded, understanding automatically. “What have you done back there to calm him down again?”

“Actually we tried to fetch Pomfrey but he stopped laughing like he was mad and tried to hold us back.” she sniggered now with the memory, the one that made her laugh everytime she thought of it.

“So . . . now we just wait?” Harry stretched his words slightly and sounded almost bored.

“No! I think I’m done.” panted the dark teen suddenly and caught his friend’s attention again.

“You think so? But I think Madame Pomfrey would be happy to see you.” Pansy giggled and hit his back so he would get her joke.

“That’s true. I hadn’t been there in quite some time now.” he mumbled and then shook his head once more. Harry lifted a brow and was not really sure if that were just innocent thoughts or . . . urg. Was Blaise hitting on Madame Pomfrey? With big scared eyes he looked at Pansy but she just giggled when she caught his look and shrugged, she was not sure either.

“Yeah . . . But really there is no need for revenge on Nott. Draco got his hands on him this morning. Sadly, I wasn’t in the room, Draco locked it, but I stood in front of it and listened. In fact it was quite funny. After a while Nott was grovelling for mercy and cried like baby when Draco finally opened the door again. I haven’t seen him flee that fast before, quite amusing I have to say.” Blaise stated with a dreamy look on his face and Pansy satisfied herself watching Harry’s expressions change dramatically.

Entertained she watched how confusion hit anger, which then changed into confusion again and finally pride. She caught a strange gleam in his eyes too but could not quite name it.

“Mhm . . .” Harry thought silently for a moment. “I need to catch Draco in an old classroom today and I think you two are the right people to bring him there and maybe push him in.” he stated in low voice and a dangerous glitter in his suddenly very dark eyes. “But before . . . I need my own revenge on that fuckwit for touching him the way he did while he wasn’t allowed to.
Maybe you two would be able to laugh about him again in a little while.”

Both Slytherins watched him closely now with wide startled eyes. Blaise cleared his sudden dry throat silently, now he knew why Draco had chosen Harry Potter beside his qualities as a Quidditch-god.

Pansy pressed her hand roughly to her chest right there where her heart lay. This boy really could be dangerous . . . in a sexy kind of way and . . . no! Neville!

“When?” Blaise asked then quietly and pushed Pansy back to reality.

“Mhm . . . lets see? What about right after dinner on the seventh floor?” the raven-haired teen mumbled again in that thoughtful but dangerous tone. His eyes turning darker, if that even was possible.

Pansy wanted to give advice to him, wanted to guide him a little, help but she could not find the right words. “You know . . .” she mumbled softly and watched her feet, “he’s sad.”

“And very mad.” stated Blaise to complete her sentence.

But, Harry only laughed softly, predatorily. “Not long anymore.” was all he said before he walked away still laughing like a predator who watched his prey.


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“Don’t squirm around like that! We just want to show you something. There is no need to get nervous Draco!” Pansy shouted panting and tugged at the blonde’s arm again to get him to move.

“Why do I have this bad feeling when you’re saying that?” Draco almost screeched and tried to free himself of their grips so he could flee. He had a very bad feeling about this.

“You’re such a coward sometimes.” the dark teen laughed and pushed his friend a few feet away from him again.

“Maybe . . . but only when it’s necessary!” he wiggled in their grips again. “Please, let me go? I’m almost begging you.”

“You are begging, darling.” Pansy now laughed and used Blaise’s method and pushed Draco toward their destination again.

The blonde just hissed at her. He did not want to go wherever they wanted him to go. Why don’t they notice it, he asked himself desperately.

“God damn it! Draco! Stop it right now and show a bit bravery!” the black-haired girl screamed now angry and glared at her friend heatedly.

“What? Do I look like some Gryffindor? Or what?” he shouted back now annoyed himself.

“Stop fighting children. Just a few more steps and we finally can show you something . . . very interesting. You’ll like it, I promise.” Blaise laughed softly and now pushed both of his friends forward. He earned himself a slap on the back of his head and a swearing blonde friend who was trying to kick his shin. What a fun!

“Come on now.” Pansy sighed and already making plans for an early goodnight-sleep.

Draco sight too and felt torn between curiosity and . . . just a little bit frightened. Blaise had sounded so suspicious. And why were they suddenly so eager to push him into an abandoned classroom? No, he really did not want to find out and slowed down very quickly to try and turn and run as fast as he could but . . . No such luck! His goddamn friend had gotten a grip on his collar and tugged him backwards towards a door.

And, in the next instant, he found himself alone in a dark room with a locked door.

“You are going to pay for that! Do you hear me? Both of you are as good as dead now! Just wait until I get out of this stinking, dusty hell!” he shouted outraged and banged his fists on the door. He was sure he had heard his friend’s laughter then.

Oh . . . right . . . wand!

“Ha-ha!” he yelled and pulled out his wand to unlock this rotten door.

“That will not work.” a deep dark voice chuckled and Draco whirled around scared like hell. Some friends he had! Of course, in the darkness all around him, he could not see anything however hard he tried. And, he felt so drained again that he just wanted to slide to the floor and forget everything else.

Sighing he rubbed over his eyes. “Show yourself!” he snapped exhausted and held out his wand to hex whoever was with him in this goddamn hellhole. He heard that chuckle again and his eyes flew open shocked when he recognized the voice. ‘Shit!’ his mind shouted loudly and he jumped to his feet.

Seemed that that wasn’t his lucky day either.

“You again! What do you want this time? Calling me a slut again? Or do you have worked your brain up and found some better words for me? How about . . . whore this time that I’m earning a bit of money at least, while I sleep around the school?” he screamed furiously and was slightly at a loss of swearwords, which disturbed him to no end.

“You’re not a whore. You don’t need the money.” whispered the other person locked in this room and smirked silently.

Draco had heard the laugh in the others voice and could only huff in outrage while his brain still refused to function at all. Maybe he should use the good old method to punish people . . . a fistfight.

“I’m sorry.” he then heard a whisper that took the wind out of his sails completely. What was that?
“I’m sorry about that.” the person whispered again as if he had heard his question but Draco was sure he had not spoken that aloud.

With a soft click, torches lit up and illuminated the room faintly. Wide eyed the blonde only stared at his across as if he had lost his mind. Harry Potter standing there, looking so . . . desirable again in his new baggy trousers that showed his muscular body . . . or ass just fine with a really good looking jumper and . . . His whole form invited to cuddle and fetch some warmth. To feel protected and safe.

‘Oh no!’ Draco now almost cried out. Why did life hate him so much? Maybe he would get away from here when he just kept his mouth shut as he glared the other teen into the ground like only a Malfoy could. Sad that Harry Potter was the only person immune against it.

“What now Draco? Lost your speech?” the Potter-boy mocked and crouched down beside him. He got a furious hiss in response and laughed softly. “I heard about your little . . . adventure with Nott this morning.”

“Oh yeah! That was fun. You should have see . . . “the blonde cut himself off mid sentence and looked at the ground, cursing himself silently. He was such an idiot!

Harry chuckled lightly and caressed Draco’s cheek tenderly. The blonde’s head shot up in response and he looked at him with wide eyes and open mouth.

“Don’t gape at me as if you just got the shock of your life! You know bloody well that this would happen someday.” the raven-haired teen shook his head with knitted brows.

Suddenly Draco was speechless. His mind went blank the moment Harry had touched him and he could only stare at him as if he had grown a second head. How could he tell him something like that when just yesterday night he . . . ‘Oh my god!’ was everything his stunned brain cells could master right then.

“Look, after our fight yesterday I thought about a lot of things. Mainly I discovered things but that’s not important now. What is important is that I found out how I truly feel about you, about us. Somehow it didn’t even shocked me.” Harry started to explain and laughed softly when Draco looked at him in the end.

“Strangely we were always closer then friends, but we weren’t lovers either . . . it’s really difficult to describe. I hadn’t noticed before or I didn’t want to notice it what actually is the same. But yesterday I did and found out that I behave like a lover in some kind of way without being one.
And believe it or not but I wish to change that!” he spoke with a serious expression on his face.

Draco’s eyes got even wider with those words and he already started panting like mad. ‘Oh god! Oh god! Please don’t . . . Oh god!’ his mind screamed into the chaos in his head while he tried to focus on Harry, not on his little thoughts. He didn’t sense when Harry tugged him onto his feet again, he only found out when his back suddenly leaned against the door for support.

“You know me! And you know that I’m not good with words. Now I only hope you won’t hit me too hard when I’m done with you.” Harry mumbled suddenly unfocused. His eyes rumoured over the blonde’s face, took in his beauty with those now confused looking grey eyes, this aristocratic features and this full pink lips, which invited him to touch and kiss them.

Slowly he lowered his face towards Draco’s and noticed amused, how the boy’s eyes went even wider. In the back of his mind he questioned if that was possible because the blonde had stared almost the whole time at him like some kind of frightened rabbit but it did not really matter right now.

At that moment, their lips touched softly and he forgot to think, already intoxicated. Gently he nodded against Draco’s lips and tried to memorize their texture and their sensation against his own. When he heard Draco’s soft whimper he smiled and opened his mouth slightly to taste the boy for the first time.

Draco had lost his ability to think clearly, when their lips had touched . . . maybe even before. Everything went into a blazing white messy ball of electricity that hindered him to think. He could only react. When he felt Harry’s tongue against his oversensitive lips, heated warmth travelled through his whole body and set him on fire. Even when he was very warm now he tried to press himself close to Harry, closer to Harry’s warmth. Playfully he pushed the tip of his tongue against Harry’s and giggled softly when he felt the piercing roll around his tongue.

None of them had noticed that soft glow around the blonde or that almost silent PING when they kissed. It had sounded like a little needle had fallen onto the stony floor but had not had any echo when it should have. And, neither of them noticed the second little click, which unlocked the door almost soundlessly.

Harry growled softly when he felt Draco press into him, play with his piercing and wound his arms strongly around his waist to press himself closer, to hold him, protected and save. Carefully he licked the boy’s lips again and then pushed his tongue gently into the waiting mouth of his. He felt drunk with all this wet heat and touched their tongues together delicately.

But it wasn’t enough! He wanted more and kissed Draco more forcefully, claimed him wordlessly as his own. He only got satisfied when he heard the blonde’s hushed moan; when he felt his arms around his neck tighten, when he felt Draco lean almost boneless against his own body . . .
‘Mine!’ he thought with a soft growl in the back of his throat but kissed Draco tenderly now. Because he knew that, the blonde was not his. Not yet. But soon. He was sure of that.

Harry kissed him so softly now that Draco felt like he was only a moment before tears. He felt his entire strength or what was left of it, slip out of his body and leave him completely boneless.
With a silent whimper, he leaned against the other teen and let his head fell back against the wall while Harry kissed his neck teasingly and mumbling something about his sweet smell.

‘I love you.’ Draco heard clear in his mind and opened his eyes sharply. Where did that come from?

Just then, they heard two voices discussing what they were doing. “Blaise! Open that god damn fucking door!” Pansy cried out and banged her fists against said door. “I tried it before and it was locked! Bloody hell you were here with me! Now stop shouting at me!” the dark teen replied angrily.

Harry chuckled amused and looked down at the blonde in his arms. He had a dazed look on his face but smirked playfully back at him while both of them listened to their friends. Questioning, Draco lifted a brow at his . . . whatever Harry was now to him.

“I locked it to open up only when I got my kiss from you.” he smiled tenderly when he watched Draco blush.

“It’s all the same! Now open that door!”

“It’s locked!”

“Then push yourself against it . . . or . . . whatever!”

“Pansy!”

“I don’t care! Get us in there! Pronto!”

Blaise sighed tiredly and shook his head. Women!

However, he pushed himself against the rotten door nevertheless and with a surprised shout, he stumbled into the barely lit room and looked around in confusion.

“What . . .”

“That’s right! Just like that!” Pansy cried after him and rushed in too.

“Oh.” she mumbled when her eyes caught those two figures in a dark corner in a tight embrace.

“That was what you had planned? And I actually got worried this about all of this . . .”

Harry only laughed and finally let go of Draco who almost fell to the floor.

“Oh . . . oh!” the blonde muttered and tried to catch himself but suddenly Harry forced him on his feet steadily again.

“That must have been a good kiss . . . “Blaise laughed and took Draco’s other arm. “ Let’s get you out of this . . . what did you call it? Stinking dusty hell?”

Draco hissed when he tried to find some bad words for his friend but Pansy cut him short. “We heard you darling. Clear as crystal.” And, he could only growl at them.

“Let’s go.” Blaise whispered and nudged Draco forward a bit. “Someone needs his beauty sleep.”
Draco just shook his head; he had no clue why he was suddenly so weak at all. That really hadn’t happened before. Maybe he should go see Madame Pomfrey.

Stumbling he was pushed out of the barely lit room and tried to look back at Harry who still stood in the corner and watched them with a strange expression on his face. He was smirking playfully but his eyes were watching them sharply.

However, he had no time to analyse what he had seen on Harry’s features when suddenly he was pushed once again hard and landed face first onto his bed. How had they gotten this fast into their room? “Umpf.” He muttered and rolled over. He looked at his friends with blurry eyes and wanted to talk to them but just could not find the energy to do so. Therefore, he closed his eyes tiredly, mumbled some nonsense, and drifted off to sleep.


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“Oh my . . . did you drink a potion yesterday?” Blaise cried out and looked at the blonde with wide eyes.

“When should I have done that? You do remember that you almost had to carry me here, don’t you?” Draco huffed annoyed and watched his friend strangely. Right now, he only wanted to take a long shower and get all the dirt off him so he could feel human again.

“You look incredible! So . . . inhuman and beautiful and . . . “the dark teen mumbled and watched his friend’s every move with wide eyes.

“When am I not beautiful? . . . What’s with you today?” Draco asked now concerned. It couldn’t be that the dark one was shortly before on of those laugh-attacks again, could it.

“Just . . . just look into a mirror and see for yourself. What happened to you over night?”

“I slept like a baby!” Draco snapped and took his wash clothes roughly. It seemed that this new day wasn’t his lucky one too. When would he have a good day again?

Huffing in his annoyance, he marched out of their dorm room and muttered some rubbish under his breath. Why had Blaise eyed him like that this morning? Why was everyone who met him on his way to the bathroom watching him so intensely that he now felt uncomfortable with all these stares?

Normally he liked it . . . a lot when people watched him, when people languish after him. But now he actually wanted to disappear in a dark corner because of it. Confusion was entering his mind again and absently he asked himself when it would finally fade for good.

With a shake of his head, he marched into the bath and took off his clothes. He did not bother looking into a mirror right now because a shower felt so much more in order than a look at himself. After that needed shower, he would look into it anyhow.

Draco sighed already exhausted when hot water was falling down on him. Thank god, a hot shower was doing wonders on him and his mood, so he could start the day relative relaxed . . . at least in the morning. If he wanted to be calm the whole day, he would practically need one of this showers every second hour, he mused silently.

He sighed again and titled his head back. Already tired again he let the water drift down his throat and chest until he rubbed his hands over his body to loose his muscles slightly. Maybe he really should visit Madame Pomfrey today. He had an odd feeling that something was not all right with him.

Or maybe he should visit his parents again when the nurse didn’t find anything on him. Dumbledore’s permission to leave the school when necessary was still valid after all. And he really could need a day off again.

Still mumbling in his thoughts he stepped out of the stall, grabbed his bumpy towel, and rubbed himself dry. A happy sigh escaped his lips again. He loved his towels a bit rougher, because it activated his circulation whenever he used it and his skin would look rosy and feel as soft as a baby’s feels.

But now it really was time to look into the mirror! After all, would he wait a little longer his hair would stand up the whole day and that would just look ridicules! And, no Malfoy looked ridicules at any time!

With a gasp Draco’s eyes widened dramatically. What had happened to him while he was asleep? Blaise had been right, he really did look inhuman and beautiful . . . more beautiful than ever.

His body was slimmer than the day before and his skin was lighter. His abs were a bit more muscular and in silent shock, he rubbed over them again. They were not as hard as Harry’s were but still . . . His hair was even lighter now too and looked almost white or silver as if the moon was shining down on it constantly.

However, his eyes, he noticed were the most different part on him. Before they were a cool or soft grey, just like he was feeling in a moment, but now they were molten deep silver. His pupils were the centre of them and a brighter spiral was whirling around them, which ended in an almost black ring around his irises.

“Oh my god . . . “he stuttered softly, still looking unbelievingly at his reflection. ‘ What just happened?’ he asked himself silently. Maybe his parents would be the better solution because he was almost sure that Madame Pomfrey couldn’t help him right now.

With a still shocked look on his face, he walked back into his dorm room where Blaise was waiting for him. This time he hadn’t noticed all those lusting stares he got.
“Uh . . . Draco could you please put some clothes on? It feels a bit uncomfortable to look at you when my blood is practically singing and I’m not sure if Potter would let me live another day if I . . .” Blaise trailed of mid sentence and tried to look at his feet.

Shortly the blonde’s eyes widened even more before he hastily grabbed a shirt and black trousers. He tried his best to suppress an almost frightened whimper. His trousers were too big now and lay deep on his hips, his white shirt too. Frowning he looked down on him and shook one leg silently in wonder. Had he shrank too?

“Strange.” the blonde muttered under his breath still looking down on his too long trousers.
“You could say that.” Blaise mumbled silently and shook his head. “I don’t know . . . maybe you should skip today and . . . I don’t know.” he trailed of again with still blazing eyes.

“I planned to.” Draco mumbled and finally looked up. “Winky!”

With a loud plop, the house elf appeared and almost shrieked in her surprise and delight. “Oh Winky has hoped that master would turn finally! Winky is so happy now!”

“What do you mean sweets?” the blonde asked confused and looked down at her. Squeaking she hugged his thighs and nodded. “Winky listened in on master’s parents and . . . oh! Winky is a bad elf! Bad Winky!” she suddenly cried out and tried to punish herself but Draco took a hold of her and sighed. “Winky!” he shouted and the elf looked at him again shortly. “You did well. Now . . . can you fetch me some breakfast? I’m not really in the mood to go up into the Great Hall.”

Squeaking again, she nodded and with bright shining eyes, she plopped out of the room again. “I could go to bed already.” he mumbled softly and shook his head in exhaustion. He noticed that Blaise wanted to hit his back in a joke but suddenly his friend’s arm sank to his side again and he looked a bit unsure at the ground.

Draco felt bad for it and laughed softly. “Now Pansy will be jealous. Don’t you think?” and the dark teen laughed shortly and nodded but then his smile fell again and he almost hasted out of the room. “See ya later!” he cried in a strange voice and was gone.

“Really strange.” Draco muttered again and flopped down on his bed.

“Winky got master those extra soft rolls and the great orange juice with fruit pieces in it!” suddenly the elf cried again and startled her master almost off his bed.

“Thanks Winky-sweets. I’m such a lucky one to have you.” the blonde hummed dimly and took a roll silently.

So, there was something his parents hadn’t told him, he mused and nibbled absently on his roll. But why did they have secrets, except for those of course like . . . their sex life and . . . urg! This was definitely not the direction he wanted to go! But there must be something wrong . . . with him maybe . . . nah! He was perfect! Still . . .

Thoughtful he ended his breakfast and marched out of his room. He would need Sev’s floo to get to his parents . . . or Dumbledore’s but he did not want the interest of this old fool.

With a determined nod he marched down some more corridors, he already lived in the dungeons, what luck. But he noticed nevertheless that he was the only one marching through the hallways and snickered softly. Yes, he really needed a day off.

Shortly before the potions classroom he stopped and took a deep breath. He tried his best to keep the wicked glint out of his eyes and snickered shortly again.

With another deep breath, he pushed his shoulders back and stormed in with billowing robed and slamming doors.

The students jerked in their seats . . . as well as the teacher but he wouldn’t admit it to anyone . . . not ever on the threat of his death! A gasp went through the mass and gleaming eyes watched his every move. He cared only about one pair of eyes right now, felt them burning on his back and that was enough.

In front of a second door, he stopped again and muttered a few words no one could catch and the door swung open. Shortly they could peek into their Professor’s quarters before the door shut loudly right behind the blonde god.

Severus Snape sighed and marched after his student and godson . . . why was his day so exhausting, and it was just after breakfast!

“What happened?” he just asked in an annoyed voice and flopped into a cosy looking armchair.
But when he got no answer he looked up, still rubbing the bridge of his nose and his eyes widened disbelievingly. Draco had taken off his robe and stood in front of his godfather with a questioning look.

“Why are your clothes suddenly so . . . loose? What happened to your eyes and hair? What happened at all?” the potion master then demanded and stood up again.

“How should I know?!” Draco pressed through his gritted teeth and shook his head. “I went to bed and woke up like this. They kept secrets from you too, I see.”

Severus titled his head slightly. “What are you talking about?” he mumbled and fell back into his chair.

“I’m talking about . . . “Draco huffed annoyed and threw his arms in the air but stopped mid sentence and shook his head again. “ I have no clue.”

Severus lifted a brow at this and sighed again.

“I need to talk to my parents!” the blonde grumbled and frowned.

“I bet.” His godfather snorted and shook his head. It was just like Lucius . . . and Narcissa, trying to conceal something like that . . . for . . . he didn’t really know.

With another huffing sigh, he stood again and motioned towards his fireplace. “Go right away but you need to explain a few things when you’re back, just that we’re clear!”

Draco smirked proudly and lifted a brow in agreement but then took a handful of green glittering powder and entered the fireplace.

“Malfoy Manor! Surrey! England!”

A dusting cloud flew up in blending green fire and Draco was gone.

Huffing annoyed, he stepped out of the fireplace in the living room in his home and started to sound the dust off his not fitting clothes. With a sneer, he shook his head and stormed out into the Manor. His first stop was his father’s study with an adjacent library.

He didn’t bother knocking and marched right in . . . on his parents. “Hell! I need to see a therapist now, thank you very much! Can’t you do that when I’m not at home?!” he swore and turned, tempted to flee or obliviate himself.

“But sweetheart, you are supposed to be not at home right now.” Narcissa Malfoy chimed happily, stayed where she was and looking lovingly at her husband. He was a good kisser, a really great talent.

“Just don’t forget to knock Draco.” his father mumbled and softly petted his wife’s cheek. Until he looked at his son properly. “Holy shit!” he cried out and pushed Narcissa off his lap.

The beautiful blonde woman frowned, glanced shortly at her son and her eyes widened dramatically.

“How comes you’re a Silver when you should be a Golden?” she asked confused and seated herself in her husband’s cosy chair.

“Probable his grandfather . . . or . . . “Lucius swore under his breath and paced in front of his fireplace.

“What’s going on?” Draco wanted to know but was fully ignored by his parents.

“But it’s against biological rules! He should be a Golden, just like us!” the woman all but screamed and almost banged her fist on the table.

“Since when do we follow any rules?” her husband countered with sarcasm dripping out of his every word.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked again this time tapping his foot in annoyance. But again they ignored him and he frowned slightly. Maybe he should try a little revenge on them . . . but what should he do?

Narcissa was silent for a while and her husband flashed a smile at her.

“True . . . but still! It’s unfair!” she demanded and this time banged her fist on the table.
“Come again?”

“How should he give our genes to his children when he’s a Silver?” she swore and started pacing beside her husband.

Confused like hell Draco sighed and flopped down to the ground. Something definitely wasn’t right but they just kept on ignoring him and feeding his rumbling mind with more things to think about and he knew he would never find an answer to anything of it.

Lucius stopped frowning and looked at his confused and annoyed son again. “Shit!” he swore again and was tempted to stomp his foot like a five years old.

“Mhm?” his wife enquired softly and looked at her son too. “Oh . . . that’s sweet, don’t you think Lucius?”

“No! Absolutely not!” he shouted back and started his pacing again.

“Would you two please explain to me what’s going on here?!” Draco all but growled out and crossed his arms.

“We should have known. Look, he’s pouting sweetly again and there were other sighs. He always likes to look perfect and is very proud of his hair and . . . isn’t it sweet?”

“No! Absolutely not!” Lucius repeated snarling.

Draco’s eyes widened angrily, his own parents were mocking him as if they were Harry fucking Potter!

Harry.

Oh.

Draco smiled softly when he thought of his first kiss . . . and at that from none other than Harry Potter. He couldn’t believe his own luck. He blushed slightly when he remembered the heat he had felt there. But suddenly he frowned again. That was not the question here! It seemed that he really needed to see a therapist.

Startled he jumped back on his feet and pouted shortly until he didn’t thought of Pothead anymore.
“Now, stop Pottering (^_^) me and answer my goddamn questions! Will you?” he shouted, tapping his foot again with crossed arms and blazing slivery eyes.

“Oh, little darlin’, don’t be angry. You just received a great gift.” his mother smiled softly at him and finally came over to him.

“Great!” the blonde boy pouted yet again and let his mother hug him tenderly.

“I think there are some explanations in order.” his father sighed and came over too.

Finally!

“Let’s go into the living room. It’s so much more comfortable there.” Narcissa chimed again and led her family out of her husband’s study. It seemed they had gotten a new family member and when she wasn’t too wrong, she knew exactly who it was.

“Just a little question Draco. It wasn’t the Potter-boy? Please say it wasn’t that Potter-boy.” Lucius started silently and stopped almost begging.

“But Lucius . . . you know it was him.” Narcissa mentioned smiling and shook her head.

Draco could only lift his brows in puzzlement about his parents and listened to some very colourful swears of his father.

“We already changed sides, love. There is no need to be so . . . rude about it.” the blonde woman smiled softly at her husband and gracefully took a seat around her lovely coffee table.

Lucius Malfoy sighed again even when he felt close to tears right now. Why life hated him this much, he didn’t know.

“Now, would you . . . “Draco started and almost pouted again when his mother interrupted him.

“Just a moment darlin’. I think a few cookies would lighten up our announcement. Twinkie!”

A house elf plopped in and received its orders.

“Mum!” Draco shouted indignant.

“Darlin’.” She smiled back at him and watched her son sigh in defeat. Her smile widened a bit and she felt that she would like a cup of tea too.

Twinkie came in and placed a big plate with several different kinds of cookies on the table.

“Oh sweetheart, would you fetch some tea for us too please, I’m almost dry from thirst.” Narcissa Malfoy smiled at the elf and heard the annoyed groan of her husband. She just loved messing with her men, she thought with a big grin on her face.

Again, the smiling house elf plopped in and placed three cups of tea in front of its owners.

“Well?” Draco asked and took a cookie, by now he really needed one . . . or some more, he assumed.

“He kissed you?” Narcissa requested smiling and took a sip of tea.

“I’m sorry?” her son asked with wide eyes and a clutched cookie.

“He kissed you.” she said again and titled her head slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” the blonde boy muttered and crossed his arms again. That was none of his parents business!

“Draco! Stay close to the facts!” Lucius demanded impatient and looked sharply at his son.

“I’m sorry but this is none of your bloody business!” his son countered and glared at him. He was good at it . . . and he had learned it from his father.

Draco growled confused when he noticed the proud smile on his father’s face and shook his head. He should have asked Hermione and they would have figured everything out . . . much later . . . out of books in the library. His parents were bloody nuts!

“Well . . . when he kissed you, he activated your blood.” Narcissa suddenly mentioned nonchalantly and nibbled softly on her cookie.

“Excuse me?” Draco asked confused when she had pushed him out of his thoughts.
“Son, you’re a veela . . . or at last partly.” Lucius took over and tried to decide which cookie he should take.

“I’m a . . .

What?” suddenly Draco’s eyes snapped open unbelievingly.

Sighing Narcissa put her cup down and folded her hands in her lap, all at once Lady Malfoy again.

“You see back in the beginning of our family some of our ancestors mixed their blood with those of veela’s. We’re still purebloods. You know that creature’s blood makes you only more powerful and purer to other wizards or witches.” she started to explain and waited until her son nodded gob smacked.

“In the long tradition of our family there where a few of us who were not only partly a veela, others had only their powers and others again did only look like them. We’re part from the Golden, which means we’re special to others in our family and that’s why your father is the leader of our the Malfoy family, why he’s Lord Malfoy. Not because we possess a lot of money and grounds, which is a bonus of your father’s skills by the way, no he’s Lord Malfoy because of his blood. Because the blood of the Golden dominates every other blood in our body. Mhm . . . I think you could say that we’re fully veela. ”

“I don’t understand?” Draco commented with furrowed brows, trying to make sense of everything.

“Only a few wizards in the world are part of the Golden, they are very rare. They are special because they are fully veela and not just a wizard or witch in this case. The Golden look like veela and human and the Golden possess powers of their veela blood and their wizarding blood. I said that our blood dominates other blood types but your blood skills, the abilities which are saved in your blood as your magic, are still there and that makes us special because you’re still a pureblood even as a full-veela.

Mostly you recognize one of the Golden by their eyes and hair.” she continued and watched her son closely. She noticed how his eyes flickered to their eyes and hair and then he nodded, understanding. His parent’s eyes were golden, in different shades because of their current mood, he figured, and their hair was shining as if made of gold too with different kind of sparks in it.

“Why is your father the right hand of the Dark Lord?” Narcissa asked gently and watched her son again.

Draco titled his head and thought about this question. According to what his mother had just said he must be very powerful when he possessed powers of both sides, veela and wizard.

“Exactly. He’s not as powerful like the Dark Lord, mostly because I think he’s not as insane as the Dark Lord but the most powerful among his followers. Let’s see . . . how to describe it. He is able to manipulate the mind of other people just by the expression on his face. He’s able to control them without the use of his wand. He’s able to kill them without his wand, just with his mind. But he can do it with his wand too because of his wizard’s blood but with his wand he’s a bit weaker because the Golden do their magic wandless.” Narcissa completed silently.

“With women it’s a bit different. They are partly emphatic and mainly created to reproduce.
Feminine Golden are very beautiful and has a special scent, mostly to intoxicate and bind their mates. You can say they are some kind of gene backup even when it’s sounding animalistic.
As your mother cried out before, it’s a biological rule, survival of the strongest you can say.” his father continued and looked at his son.

Draco nodded in understanding and memorizing everything that he had heard.

“Well . . . you’re a Silver. You’re even more rare then a Golden because one of a Silver is more powerful than one of the Golden. During times, other veela got mad or jealous and started to interfere. You can call it a civil war among veela. Most of the Purple, Black and Silver died because of that. They may have been more powerful than the others may have been but they were special in their own way.

They lost a great resource of knowledge there because the Purple knew the most of stuff about humans, wizards; history; chemistry . . . the list is endless. But the Purple were more fascinated by normal humans not especially wizards as their mates. And, because of that, they were not really tolerated among other veela.

The Blacks were those, who were physically strong and seemed to be invincible. They were the best fighters you could find in a veela population. But they were easy to manipulate too because they had golden hearts, you could say. They trusted others fast, were sympathetic and they were loyal. Other veela called them stupid . . . maybe they had been, maybe not.

The Silver’s are actually a mix of Purple and Golden. From the Purple-half, they got their thirst of knowledge and from the Golden-half . . . Every Silver gets different genes from the Golden-half. And because these combinations of a Golden and a Purple were so rare there existed only a few of the Silver in the world. Because of their low number, it was all the same if they fell in love with a male or female partner. And, this was there weakness, their mates. Golden are needy for their mates and it seemed that this of all genes was the one that had been given away to every Silver. Only a Silver needs its mate even more than Golden. As a Silver, you’re bonded to your mate and if your mate dies, you’ll die too.” Lucius clarified to his son and watching him while he softly petted Narcissa’s hand.

Thoughtfully Draco looked at his cookie and furrowed his brows silently. “Which genes have I gotten?” he then asked silently still not looking at his parents.

Narcissa smiled gently at her son and remembered shortly when he had been very little and she had held him in her lap and told him stories of knights and rescued princesses and . . .
“You’ve got the looks of a female Golden and I would think some of their attributes as well, as the empathic and the scent.” she mentioned silently.

“Why have you been so ecstatic about me, back in the study?”

“Well . . . your father told you that Silvers don’t separate between genders. You could say that a mate of veela is fated; you can’t choose. Your blood will know who your mate is and drives you towards this person constantly. But, the Silvers separate between submissive and dominant. That means when you are male and your mate is male too and another veela . . . well choose what you want. However, when your mate is a human, wizard or not, you will be automatically the submissive one. I can only give reasons for it because of the survival of their kind. Well between male and female . . . it partly consists of the character but mostly the male would be the dominant because of their strength.” his mother explained further and noticed that her son started figuring things out on his own.

“Is there a reason why my form changed?”

“You’re a submissive one.”

“Is there a reason why I was this weak most of the times now?” Draco questioned with a nod of understanding.

“Weak?” his father suddenly hissed and the blonde boy looked up sharply.

“Well . . . I don’t know . . . I was tired most of the times, still are and sometimes my strength seems to leave me entirely. Blaise and Pansy practically had to carry me to my dorm yesterday.”

“Mhm . . . I would say this is a consequence of the miss of your mate’s touch and closeness. I told you, your blood knows who your mate is and draws you towards him constantly. Sometimes you don’t like your mate or you don’t figure out why you want to be so close to him and you’re not in constant touch with him . . . so your body weakens and awakes protectiveness in your mate.” his mother thought loudly and tipped a finger against her chin.

“Will there be any influence on Harry because of my blood?”

“Seeing that he’s the dominant part in your relationship, he will be very possessive and protective of you and everything that belongs to you two . . . like your children.” Narcissa smiled calmly and nodded.

“Seeing that this would never happen because we’re both male . . . He gets even more possessive and protective of me? Oh . . . well . . . puh.” Draco sighed and shook his head. When he had waved his mother’s comment about children off, he hadn’t looked at her and had missed that gleeful gleam in her eyes. Now he saw only laughter shining in her golden orbs and titled his head slightly.

“He already is?” Lucius asked and shook his head to hide his excitement.

“Since we’re friends . . . You have no idea.” his son sighed tugging on a few strands of his hair.

Lucius laughed joyfully and hit his thigh. “That comes with it when you’re such a delicious piece of a boy.”

Draco growled playfully and shook his head. It was time for him to leave. ‘Maybe I can sleep a few hours until . . . ‘he thought and trailed off mid sentence. He knew that he had to talk to Harry about this since it seemed that Harry was his mate.

‘And I need knew clothes!’ the blonde boy thought half frightened, half excited about the fact that he needed to go shopping.

“Be careful out there darlin’. I don’t want to loose you to some low scum out on the road.” Narcissa teased and petted his cheek softly.

“Mummy. I’m not twelve anymore. By now I know three more hexes!” he teased back and laughed with his parents while they walked down the road to their entrance gate.

“See you at Christmas darlin’ and tell Harry that we love him.” Narcissa mentioned and hugged her son tightly.

“I‘ll do.” Draco mumbled in her ear while he watched his father has horrified features.

“We do? Since when?” Lucius cried out at the comment of his wife. “Malfoys don’t love Potters!”

“You will love him! I already do because he’s my baby’s mate, so what?” Narcissa shrieked playfully and watched satisfied when her husband shuddered.

“I’ll show you that I will never love him! Just you wait until we’re old and rickety! Then we’re talking again!” he hissed back and turned without looking at Draco again.

“Talk for yourself! I will never be old and rickety just that you know! Bye darlin’! And Lucius . . . I already know that you love Harry! Because he makes your baby happy!” she screamed after him with a last wave at her son.

“Ha! Have you ever seen Draco happy when he talks about Potter? I haven’t! And he doesn’t make him happy! I make him happy!” the man cried horrified hurrying inside.

“You know, love that, sounded so wrong! What if someone had passed the gates and . . . “she shouted laughing until the door shut behind her and ending her speech.

Draco stared at their door for a while with wide eyes and then shook his head. ‘Still nuts!’ he decided and turned with a loving smile.

“Shopping!” he cheered and apparated right into Madam Malkin’s for a start.


***


Draco hummed softly to himself when he tried to stuff all his new clothes into his wardrobe. He had felt bad when he thought about throwing all his old clothes away just because they didn’t fit him anymore. Therefore, he left them where they were and tried to find some more place for his new ones.

His smile widened when he thought of an old children’s song his mother had always sang to him when he could not sleep.

“Draco! You’re back! Harry will be ecstatic when he finds out! He went almost crazy when he hadn’t seen you around anymore after you marched into Snape’s chambers.” Blaise cried out and shut the door behind him with a loud bang.

“Why? I told you, I was going to skip the day and see my parents,” the blonde asked with a lifted brow before he tucked his head back into his wardrobe.

“Yes you told me but not Potter,” the dark teen mentioned with a crooked grin.

“Didn’t you tell him?”

“Oh yes, I did. But he wasn’t happy if not to say he was angry.” Blaise laughed and shook his head again with a memory of a blazing Harry Potter in his mind.

“So . . . what happened to you?” the dark teen drawled slowly and pushed his hands in his pockets.
“I can’t tell you right now. First I need to talk with Harry before I’ll explain anything more to you.” Draco sighed and pushed the doors of his wardrobe close, hoping that they wouldn’t spring open in the next few minutes again.

“Here’s your chance! I want some explanations!” a dark voice suddenly hissed behind the two friends.

Both teens whirled around and stared shocked at the raven-haired young man that just had entered their room.

“Now Blaise! It’s your time to leave the room in one piece . . . “ Harry started and held the door open for his friend.

With a crooked smile, the dark teen walked slowly out and leaned back once. “Don’t make too much noise so the whole common room could hear you two scream your heads off.” he drawled lazily and smirked when Harry pushed him out completely.

“Harry.” Draco mumbled and looked at his . . . friend. The raven-haired teen had a dangerous glitter in his eyes, his face was unmoved, his hair ruffled and his lean muscular body tense. Gulping the blonde looked up again and straight into blazing emerald.

“You look incredible lovely.” Harry smirked while he watched Draco intensely. “You changed quite a lot overnight.”

That almost had sounded angry and the blonde shook his head. “Ah . . . well you see . . . I noticed that this morning too and went to Sev and . . . “Draco stuttered almost silent and found himself suddenly at a loss of words.

“I know and you never came out of his rooms again. What was it? A short kiss and then he tied you to his bed or what?” the teen hissed again and stepped closer with clenched fists pressed to his sides.

“No! Nothing like that! That is gross by the way but I used . . . “the blonde started to protest quite shocked by Harry’s fantasy but was interrupted when he abruptly felt the raven-haired teen’s lips on his own.

“I don’t care as long as there’s no affair between the two of you!” Harry growled and pressed his whole body against the blonde’s. With a smirk, he bit down on his bottom lip and pushed his tongue in roughly when Draco cried out softly in pain.

Aggressively Harry touched his tongue against the blonde’s and tasted everything he had to offer.

Whimpering softly Draco lost his mind and wound his arms tightly around the raven-haired one’s neck. He pushed up on his toes and responded to the forceful plunging tongue with equal passion.
A shudder ran down his spine when he heard and felt Harry‘s moan and he tightened his arms around the emerald-eyed one’s neck.

Harry was hungry . . .

Hungry for a certain blonde in his arms and felt the strange urge to eat him up until nothing was left of him, to make him his own, his possession.

His hands wandered around the slim waist and under the new shirt Draco was wearing. Slowly, teasingly he stroked over the blonde’s sides and a noise broke through his throat, which sounded like a chuckled and a low growl in one when the blonde squirmed against him.

‘More!’ his mind screamed at him, it wasn’t enough and his grip on Draco’s skin tightened, left marks of ownership on its white soft texture. In hasty movements, Harry pushed the white shirt over the blonde’s torso and head, too impatient to unbutton it and flung it away.

Draco cried out at the coolness of the dungeon rooms that hit his skin unhindered now and pressed closer to the raven-haired teen’s heat.

He knew exactly what was going to happen.

“Harry . . . “he mumbled weakly and clung to the strong form of his soon-to-be-lover.

But the taller teen only growled deep in his throat at the pleading tone of his blonde’s voice. Oh, yes! His blonde!

Draco’s heart beat fast in his chest and he was out of breath but somewhere in his mind, he registered that he maybe should touch Harry as well instead of just cling to him for dear life. Slowly his hands slid up on the raven-haired one’s neck and into his black locks. With a strong grip he stroked through it shortly and let his hands drift down again; down his neck and spine, and up into his hair again and down his neck until he caressed the emerald-eyed teen’s muscular arms.
Slowly his hands found Harry’s and he intertwined their fingers together and held on them, guiding the other one towards his bed.

Harry followed willingly and started pushing Draco in his impatience, not to wait for much longer. With an almost silent hum, he gave a final shove and Draco landed on his bed with startled wide eyes and a soft snicker. Smiling the blonde squirmed up until his head touched his pillow and stared up at the raven-haired teen, waiting, with sparkling silvery eyes.

Harry chuckled softly at the eager look on Draco’s face and the seductive squirm of his body and crawled up, hovering shortly above him until he let his body touch the blonde’s again. He thrusts his hips slightly as he heard Draco’s soft gasp when he slid between his thighs and their touch suddenly became more intimate. He growled deeply when he felt the blonde’s hardness against his own and pressed down stronger on him. This was his! His claim!

Draco arched up into Harry and bent his head in excitement while a silent moan broke through his lips. It was not enough. He wanted to feel Harry’s naked skin on his own, his completely bare form!
With a pleading whine, he tugged on the other one’s shirt and fumbled at his trousers when Harry threw his shirt away willingly.

The raven-haired teen hissed his approval when he felt the blonde’s hands on his pants and pushed back up on his hands and knees to give him more room.

With an uneven breath, he opened Draco’s trousers impatiently and flung them away, complete with his underwear, still wearing his own. He chuckled softly when he heard that soft whine of protest again, shoved his own pants down forcefully and kicked them off the bed.

Smirking he looked down at the blonde for a while, enjoying the pleading looks and hands, which were trying to get him down on him again.

Finally, he went down onto Draco and had to take a deep breath when their naked bodies touched completely and the blonde arched up into him again. Puffing, Harry nuzzled the blonde’s neck and tried to keep his pleasure in check for a moment but it felt so good to have Draco withering beneath him. He left soft bite marks on the pure skin under his mouth and felt Draco stir under him before the blonde bent his knees so their bodies would touch even more intimately.

When Harry found the pulse point on his neck, he moaned softly and thrusts his hips up, silently demanding more contact. His skin tingled when he heard the answering moan from the boy on top of him and arched up into him again.

But when Harry took this as a sign to suck hard on his neck instead of hurrying Draco started squirming under him. He hadn’t known that he was this sensitive at his neck.

The raven-haired teen hisses shortly when he felt his Dragons fingernails sharply on his back where the blonde had explored his toned skin gently but firmly, urging him to take some more actions. He slid down further on the blonde and licked his way down to one rose coloured nub on his chest. His puffing breath forced a shiver down the blonde’s spine and a moan when Harry nibbled on it shortly before he sucked it into his eager mouth.

A loud whine broke out of Draco’s mouth and he writhed under the strong boy once more. He still wanted more but Harry just wouldn’t give in and touch the place that needed to be touched mostly. Frustrated he thrust his hips up again and pressed his hands against Harry’s shoulders. He couldn’t help it but grumble when he heard the raven-haired teen chuckle in amusement.

Finally, Harry slid down further that delicate body that demanded his attention, willingly. He was gentle now, even when Draco wanted it faster when he licked the ribs of the light body underneath him, down to his bellybutton where he dipped his tongue in shortly and chuckled softly when he heard Draco gasp at the feel of his tongue-piercing before he licked his way down to the proudly standing erection of his dragon.

He looked at it shortly, then bent down and licked the wet head softly. What he tasted was incredible! It tasted salty and sweet at the same and it astounded him slightly, forcing his blood to boil again, and forced him to suck harder, to claim.

Draco cried out and thrashed on the bed under that forceful sucking. Tears sprung to his eyes and he was too enclosed in his pleasure to notice it or do anything against it. “Harry . . . oh god . . . I . . . !” the blonde cried out and tears ran down his cheeks.

The raven-haired one forced his mind back and looked up, leaving Draco’s cock wet and shining. Enchanted, he watched this blonde beauty shake on his bed, crying as if hurt. “What is it you need dragon?” he asked huskily, his voice even deeper now.

But Draco couldn’t answer, couldn’t find any words when he looked into that dark green fire through the wet veil of his frustrated tears, green like the killing curse. He tugged the raven-haired teen up, took his head in his hands to bend his head, and kissed him.

Harry smiled gently when he felt the blonde’s lips on his own and kissed him softly. But, it was not enough and Draco licked his lips, nibbled on them to get them to open. However, Harry backed away and looked down again.

“Tell me.” he demanded again and shook his head when Draco sobbed pitifully. “Nothing like that Dragon. I want to hear your voice.”

With a frustrated whimper Draco tugged on the raven-haired one’s hips now and both moaned deeply when their bodies touched fully again. Harry dropped his head on the blonde’s shoulder once more and panting harshly. Right now, he wanted nothing else as to enter the blonde and make him his own, forever.

“Tell me!” he growled and thrust his hips down roughly.

Draco cried out loudly and threw his head back, his eyes shut tightly. “I want you to . . . Take me! Take me Harry!” he cried desperately and pushed his throbbing erection up into Harry’s.

And, the raven-haired one couldn’t help but thrust back down. That was what he had wanted to hear and he hissed dangerously while he tried to control his breathing.

Draco heard a soft mumble but couldn’t make out the words or their meaning; he couldn’t take this much longer, and arched up into Harry everytime their erections touched.

A scream broke through his lips when he felt a slick finger teasing his entrance gently before it slipped in without any difficulty. More, he needed more but couldn’t articulate his request. His head was empty and it felt as if lightings were flashing behind his eyes.

Then Harry pressed a second and a third finger into that tight hole when he met no resistance. He moaned softly when Draco clamped his muscles around his probing fingers and panted heavily when the blonde kept withering and pushing down on his hand even more.

Softly he stroked over that tight bundle of nerves which he knew would bring his dragon to scream his name and groaning out his pleasure.

And he was right. Draco’s eyes shot open widely and his whole body jerked. He could do no other than shout out his praise to his lover, his mate. “Harry! Oh god . . . Harry!” he cried and pushed down on his hand forcefully, still wanting more. The raven-haired teen moaned in silent pain, stroking shortly over his throbbing erection to lube it curtly.

Gently he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself, smirking lustfully when Draco whimpered and moaned at the loss.

And, both cried out when Harry pushed in slowly until he was fully inside that tight body. His body sank down on Draco, both of his arms bent on either side of the blonde’s head, and he panted heavily in his dragon’s neck while he waited for Draco to get used to this feeling. “Mine!” he growled low in his throat.

But, Draco could not wait, he had felt no pain only a blazing white pleasure when the raven-haired teen inserted his throbbing cock gently. “Yours . . . “he mumbled incoherent and thrusts his hips back into Harry. He wiggled softly and whimpered again, when a tingle spread through his whole body.

Harry moaned silently and took this as a sign to move. At first, he pulled back slowly and rolled his hips down again but Draco muttered is approval and moved his hips to catch his thrust, screaming when the first drive hit home and his prostate was touched sharply.

That was when Harry lost control and thrust into the light body of his lover wildly, groaning and panting, sucking on Draco’s neck and leaving deep red marks.

Draco felt lost, so full, but lost in a sea of pleasure. He did not notice that his muscles gripped Harry tightly that he left marks of his fingernails on his back and hips; he only noticed that his belly tightened and he lost it utterly.

His orgasm hit him so hard he feared shortly for his brain cells and then that he would make a fool out of himself and loose consciousness.

Distantly, he heard Harry shout out something and then felt him bite hard into his neck while he shot his seed into him. And he felt wonderful; amazingly complete, filled, loved and protected. Deep in his heart he noticed the wish for Harry to stay inside him forever and unnoticed to him, his convulsing muscles tightened around the raven-haired one’s softening cock.

Harry moan softly and was about to move up and out of the light body but was held back by Draco’s tightening embrace. Smiling he settled down again while he waited for his breathing and heartbeat to calm down again. Gently he kissed the blonde’s eyes, cheeks, nose and finally his lips.

Draco smiled softly at him and caressed his cheek before his hand moved into Harry’s black locks to stroke his head lovingly. “We should do this again,” he whispered silently and his smile widening when he heard Harry’s chuckle.

“Definitely.” the raven-haired teen mumbled back and laid his head on the blonde’s chest, listening to his slowly calming heartbeat.

“Harry?” the blonde asked softly still petting through the black locks of his lover.

“Mhm.” the raven-haired teen mumbled contently and turned his head slightly.

“I still need to talk to you.” Draco answered softly searching for the right words to say.

“I know.” The raven-haired teen replied silently. “I didn’t give you a chance to before.” He remembered that blazing lust in his body when he saw Draco after a day of fury and jealousy. It somehow had overtaken him . . .

“It’s like that . . . I visited my parents today and asked them what had happened to me overnight.”

“You skipped the day? Bad dragon, you still need to learn a lot of things.” Harry teased gently and tickled his lover’s sides softly.

“I already know everything!” the blonde muttered with a proud look on his face and bathed in Harry’s laughter.

“You see . . . they told me that they are veela and apparently . . . I’m one too,” he stuttered out and ducked his head shyly.

The emerald-eyed teen went silent for quite a while. “What conditions?”

“They told me that I’m one of a rare kind and the submissive one too . . . what was shocking itself but wasn’t in the same . . . And that my blood or my body already had known who my mate is. And that’s why I was this tired and weak all the time because my mind hadn’t known or hadn’t excepted the one as my mate.

Yeah . . . because I seem to be the submissive kind of veela my body changed like that. And because of the activation of my blood by you by the way . . . well . . . that’s why Blaise and others had looked so lusty at me in the morning . . . because it was still new and . . . “ the blonde mumbled nervously, not looking at his lover; not really knowing what else he should say.

“Who’s your mate?” Harry questioned in a low unfriendly voice, his eyes glued on the blonde that wasn’t looking at him.

“Why, you of course! I wouldn’t have slept with you if it had been someone else.” Draco almost shouted with a sudden angry fire in his silver eyes and glared at his lover.

“Calm down dragon. I didn’t mean to insult you. It was just the question, which was more important.” The raven-haired teen muttered defensively and stroked Draco’s stomach gently. “Now tell me what else.”

“Mhm . . . “ the blonde huffed still a bit annoyed. “There was some other stuff but that really was only important to me.”

“Nothing like that Dragon. Everything that concerns you, concerns me too.” Harry mentioned and waggled his finger in front of Draco’s eyes.

Sighing the blonde nodded and rubbed his temples. “Mum was a bit startled when she looked at me. She said that it was unfair that both of my parents were Golden and I am a Silver. She was a bit angry that I would not pass on her genes when I am a Silver and not a Golden. Well then they explained me the difference between all kinds of veela and I got a history lesson about a war between their different kinds.”

“Are you still a pureblood?” the raven-haired one wanted to know softly. He knew that this was a sensitive topic.

“Yes.”

“Try to explain it to me.”

“Purebloods think that when a family has creatures blood in their ancestor’s history the family got stronger and more powerful. Sometimes it is needed to keep the bloodline pure. Others might use muggles for it but the older families always fall back upon creatures. In my case . . . veela.” Draco described softly and running his hands again through his lover’s locks.

“Does this change anything for us?” Harry asked silently. His heart clenched shortly at the thought that he may not be able to be with Draco even when he had said that he was his mate.

“Well . . . “the blonde drawled with a smirk, “Others will definitive be after me more often . . . because you see, I’m such a beautifully piece of veela. I think a part of them will be after me because of these special veela powers . . . where mine are different though.”

The raven-haired teen could only growl angrily at the thought of other people touching his dragon.
“No one but me!” he snarled with a dangerous spark in his eyes.

Smiling contently Draco caressed Harry’s head again and grinned pleased when he heard his lover sigh.

“What about your powers?” he asked wanting to know as if he had just remembered it.

“Mhm . . . my mum told me that I got a few abilities of them though. She says something like my scents would be stronger now and that I got the looks of a female Golden. She thinks that I’m an Empath too.” the blonde mumbled suddenly deep in thoughts while he stroked through Harry’s hair and listened to his even breath.

“And while I was shopping, I thought about a few things. Father told me that male Golden can manipulate other people without them noticing and I think I can this too,” he continued softly.

“She’s right. You smell even more like vanilla now then you had yesterday. You were shopping?” Harry mentioned and shook his head tiredly.

“Yeah . . . you see I really needed new clothes. My old one just didn’t suit me anymore with me being a veela and all.” Draco snickered amused with sparkling silver whirling eyes.

“I bet!” the raven-haired teen laughed and kissed his way up the blonde’s chest.

“Mhm.” Draco sighed contently and wiggled shortly under the teen. A proud smirk showed on his face when he heard Harry moan silently because his lover was still inside him.

“Manipulating . . . mhm. I remembered a few moments when for example you lost your patience or got angry. I think back then I calmed you without knowing, or others. But maybe I’m just a genius at manipulating people! Dad would be so proud!” he took their topic again and laughed happily, when he saw Harry’s tormented expression.

“I bet!” the raven-haired teen laughed again and shook his head. His kisses had reached the blonde’s neck now and he was quite content to suck on the red marks he had left again just to show to whom Draco belonged.

“Something else?” he asked softly when Draco’s breath hitched slightly.

“I think . . . I think animals will like me now too and maybe I am even able to talk to them in some kind of way.” the blonde breathed and gripped Harry’s hair tighter.

But Harry didn’t listen anymore, too caught up in his seductive actions. Gently he kissed the blonde’s neck again and then went up to his jaw line and his full lips. He chuckled lovingly when Draco’s mouth opened to him immediately. Satisfied both kissed each other affectionately for a while until Draco broke out of their kiss.

“We have to get ready. Dinner starts soon and I want to talk to the bunch of our friends and Sev.” Draco informed the protesting emerald-eyed teen and petted his back teasingly.

“I don’t want to.” Harry whined and finally sliding out of his lover with a silent hiss.

“Ah . . .” the blonde panted out and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “But I do, so you have to come with me or Blaise might want to ravish me.”

“Never!” Harry all but shouted out with a blazing possessive fire in his dark green eyes.


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Draco sighed silently and stretched his whole body. Yawning, his eyes squeezed shut and a mewling sound left his throat softly. With a content smile, he hopped out of bed and reached for his washing clothes to silently pad out of his dorm room and leave his still sleeping companions behind.

He hummed softly while the hot water ran down his delicate body and he rubbed over his belly.
A few weeks Harry and he, were a couple now but still in private . . . which meant that only their friends and family did knew. They had taken his changes quite well after they understood that he was a fully veela now. It had surprised him a bit, though that Sev had been so upset and Professor Lupin had to calm him before he could rush into his chambers and straight through the fireplace to Malfoy Manor.

With a grin, he remembered the many snogging sessions that left him breathless and flushed. And the sex was unbelievable, Draco thought with heat rising into his cheeks and travelled down his body.

He giggled happily and dried himself with his bumpy towel. Blaise sometimes said that he was so much happier now since he had Harry as his lover, his mate and silently he had to agree with that even when he would never admit it aloud.

With another sigh, he left and marched right back into his room to get dressed for the day and wake his friends and comrades. He did not call Theodore Nott his friend; he was just a little bug that would not give up on him. Crabbe and Goyle were a different sheet of paper; they were his friends but not very close ones . . . so . . .

Laughing he clutched the form in Blaise’s bed and shook it heavily. When he heard a grumble under the many covers, he nudged the form in the side, which actually was Blaise’s stomach, but how should he know that. “Get up! It’s time for breakfast!” the blonde laughed amused and nudged the form again until he could see at last a few strands of the dark hair.

“Jus’ five mo’ minutes” he heard and sniggered again and left to shove Crabbe and Goyle hard so they would actually notice his waking call.

“Nott! Stand up!” he then snapped annoyed and turned without caring about the other boy even more.

“Wait a few minutes . . . I’ll just put some clothes on.” the blonde heard and saw his best friend suddenly stumble out of his bed, hair askew and face sleepy and rush out of their room.

With another snigger, he grabbed his school bag and strode up into the Slytherin common room to wait there for his friends.

Just when he sat down, Pansy marched into the common room too and flopped down beside him huffing. “That goddamn Greengras-girl! I swear someday I kill her myself! Bloody annoying when you ask me.” she cried out and was close to make a tantrum.

“Clam down girl. What would Neville think when you rush into the Great Hall and are . . . just like that?” he grinned, noticing that she calmed immediately.

“I’m hungry.” he whined softly and rubbed his belly again.

“I’m here! Surly you would survive a few more seconds until you see your lover again, will you?” the dark teen huffed while he rushed up the stairs to the common room.

“I don’t know . . . “Draco mumbled with a sly grin on his lips.

But Blaise only shook his head and pushed his two friends out through the opening wall. Joking, the three Slytherins strode through the confusing maze of Hogwarts corridors.

When they reached the Great Hall Draco stepped, up to take the first step in but froze suddenly when he had opened the door roughly to make his entrance most important. Of course, no one noticed, while everyone was too enchanted by the scene in front of their eyes.

“What? Draco be caref . . .” Pansy shrieked surprised when she could not stop in time and ran into her friend slightly but stopped mid sentence when she could take a look into the Great Hall herself.
With wide eyes, the blonde turned around and swallowed hard. “I’m not hungry anymore.” he whispered and ran.

“Draco! Wait it could be totally different.” the girl cried softly and tried to hold him back but was too slow.

Blaise still looking into the Great Hall with dark eyes, observing the scene in front of his eyes. He noticed Harry’s shocked eyes, noticed how they suddenly went wild with fury and saw how he shoved the girl off his lap roughly.

He still could hear the raven-haired teens shouting when he closed the door and looked worriedly at the girl beside him. She was biting her lips unsure what to do now, still watching the floor, which Draco had taken in his flight.

“What now?” he asked softly to catch her attention again.

“I don’t know. What did you see?”

“A different thing than Draco did.”

Panting the running blonde stopped and leaned against a cold stonewall to catch his breath. He squeezed his eyes together tightly and tried hard to block the images that flew into his mind and blinded him with anguish.

He could feel the tears in his eyes but he refused to let even one fall down his cheek. Still panting heavily he slid down the wall and drew his legs tightly against his chest. Softly he closed his arms over his knees and laid his head down on them. He tried his best to calm his uneven breathing; he knew had to intend to classes soon and then he definitely needed to be calm.

His pride refused to let the raven-haired teen see how much he had hurt him with his actions. Maybe everything was different just how Pansy had said but still . . . Draco took a deep breath as a new wave of harm hit him straight in his heart. Was this the case because he was a veela, a Silver who needs his mate so very badly?

He should have asked his parents but no, he took it as it was and left. Now it was too late and he had to wait to figure it out alone. With another heavy uneven breath, he stood again panting and felt his legs quiver under his weight. Huffing he straightened his back and set his indifferent mask back on his face. His features stony and his eyes cold, like the true Slytherin Prince he was or had been before allying himself to Harry Potter.

This boy would see what he gets out of hurting him like this! They would see who of them had the longer breath! With a last deep gasp, he encouraged himself and started his way back to the center of Hogwarts and therefore to his first of three classes with Harry Potter today. And, with a steady step, he reached the front gates and turned for the third floor to his Transfiguration class.


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Blaise and Pansy were waiting for him with worried faces and he shook his head. “Don’t you dare talking to him!” he hissed silently and his two friends nodded but kept watching him. “Doesn’t matter.” he then muttered softly and turned his head to the other student waiting for the door to open so they could take their seats.

Pansy looked at Blaise shortly and he noticed that the girl was close to tears. She had spotted the old mask, which Draco had not worn around them for a very long time, back on his face too and bit her lips in silent pain. Both knew that it would take some time to warm him up around them again if things did not settle down fast.

When Pansy laid eyes on Potter who looked a bit confused by Draco’s silent anger she felt her insides clench tightly and fumed silently with tightened fists, not looking even once at Neville who was watching her with hurt in his soft brown eyes.

Blaise observed the whole scene wordlessly and noticed confused looks of his housemates when they noticed their leader’s bad mood and cold behaviour. He remarked too that they felt remembered at old times like Draco’s first and second year in Hogwarts where he already had been the leader of Slytherin house.

Confused Potter turned in his seat and looked at him with a lifted brow but the dark teen just stared back emotionless until Potter turned even more confused back to the front of the classroom.
He wasn’t sure what he should do now. He had seen that Potter had not wanted what had happened in the Great Hall at breakfast but he did not know how he should act around him because it still had hurt Draco to see it.

Blaise shook his confused head to clear it a bit. He needed to think so Pansy and he could start to set things straight again. Silently he caught the girl’s eyes and nodded, showing that he wanted to talk to her after Transfiguration.

“What are we going to do?” she asked urgently while they walked to their next class. Draco had wandered off to Arithmancy while the both of them had Divination.

“I’m not right sure myself. He hurt Draco but not us; we still are his friends . . . I think.” the dark teen mumbled and shook his head.

“I need to talk to you both.” they suddenly heard the deep voice behind them and turned startled.
“What happened this morning?” the raven-haired teen wanted to know and stepped up to the Slytherins.

“You know what happened this morning!” Pansy shouted angrily and gritted her teeth at him. But Harry Potter just lifted a brow at her and looked back straight at Blaise.

“He didn’t seen your shock and anger or your reaction to that Weasley girl. He fled before, hurt like hell, and came back as his old closed up self. You messed up badly this time and this time we can’t help you here. We’re supposed to be mad at you and not to talk to you at all.” the dark teen mentioned with calm emerald eyes on him.

“Why are you supposed to be mad at me and my friends?” the raven-haired teen asked again still looking deeply into Blaise eyes to see if he was lying.

“Because you’re so the source of his hurt. Seeing that your friends are your friends we’re supposed to be mad at them too because of you.” Blaise answered softly and could see a strange flicked in those dark green eyes.

“What about Neville?” Harry finally turned to the glaring girl to see the hard glare fade to a dull confusion. She shook her head, having no answer to his question.

“Don’t be stupid!” he spat out and watched her with sudden angry eyes. “He hasn’t done anything! And it’s not your task to be mad at him because of me!”

In addition, the black-haired girl winced shortly and then looked at her feet in shame and anger. Somehow, she felt as if she was an emotional cocktail.

“Talk to him.” He said and looked back at Blaise. “I’ll take care of this. I don’t know how long I need to catch him alone so I can corner him and explain. But I’ll take care of it!”

Blaise nodded and watched Harry go away. “Something is strange about him today.” he mumbled absently and noticed Pansy’s nod out of the corner of his dark eyes. “Definitely odd.”

“And now?” the girl asked a bit unsure.

“We follow his orders, like always when the two of them are upset with each other, since they united our houses.” Blaise nodded and petted Pansy’s shoulder friendly.

“Somehow, these two turn everything back upside down everytime.” she muttered and strode away again on her way to her Divination class.

“Too true.” mumbled her dark friend and followed her swiftly.


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Four days it had taken him but now he almost had him! This time he wouldn’t slip out of his reach!
With a deep angered growl, he marched over the wet grass in fast steps. He didn’t care about the rain that was dripping down his cloak but another growl left his throat when he noticed that Draco hadn’t wear a raincoat.

With a blazing fire in his eyes, he focused on his slim blonde shuddering lover while he drew further with every step.

“Why are you out here without a coat?” he snarled angrily and grabbed the jerking form by its arms. “Stop fighting me!” he grumbled in the twisting form’s ear and was satisfied when Draco relaxed and surprised when he suddenly tensed up again.

“Nothing like that vanilla-dragon! It’s your time to talk with me so we can settle this little misunderstanding.” Harry snarled again and then flicked his tongue over Draco’s ear shell like a true snake. With a low chuckle, he heard the blonde’s surprised squeak.

“What if I don’t want to settle it and talk to you?” he asked and felt stupid right after he thought about what he had said. But it was too late, Harry had heard and was laughing mockingly now.

“Doesn’t matter. I want to talk to you that is what matters right now.” was his low answer right beside his ear and he was close to shrieking again when Harry suddenly pressed his whole body to his back, with a thigh between his legs.

Draco cursed silently that the raven-haired teen knew him so well to know that he would relax automatically when he was held like this. Sighing he fell back against the broad chest and lowered his face slightly.

“Good. First I want you to explain this whole mess to me.” the emerald-eyed teen hissed softly and nuzzled the blonde’s neck lovingly. He felt the shudder ran through him and lowered his head even more, his eyes wide with fury and confusion.

“You can’t mean it like that? You know exactly what happened to cause this mess, like you called it!” the blonde hissed back angered and tensed up a little again. When he felt Harry’s hand at the small of his back, he relaxed again, unwillingly. “You kissed the Weaselette, who was sitting in your lap!” Draco all but shouted and his head jerked up furiously when those forbidden pictures entered his mind again.

“Not that dragon! I know what happened! I meant your personal mess in which you pushed us both. And I have a few things to say to that first point later!” Harry argued annoyed and shook his lover slightly.

With a huff, Draco went silent for a while until he started his explanation. “It’s your fault! You pushed me into this mess and into my hurt! You cursed it! I was in a wonderful mood that morning until I caught you!” he shouted quivering in Harry’s arms, which tightened protectively around him.

“It hurts you know; hurts so bloody much to see you with that Weasel girl in your arms.” he suddenly whispered and lowered his head again. In the next instant, he felt Harry press harder against him and it felt soothing and secure. “Well after my first wave of shock, betrayal and hurt I started to think about it.”

“When?” came the silent question to his ear and he quivered again from the contact.

“The next evening.” Draco mumbled embarrassed and ducked his head. A smile played his lips when he heard Harry’s low laugh, which he pushed from his face hastily in case the raven-haired teen could see it.

“Well . . . I thought about everything, I think. About me being a veela and you as my mate. About my feelings and the annoyance you are. About your habits and tendencies. Everything. I figured that fate was playing rough with me again . . . as always it seems. I figured that fate fated (^_^) me with you but couldn’t let slip the chance to harm me again . . . again with you.” Draco muttered softly staring hard at the ground.

“Explain!” the raven-haired teen interrupted, humming low in his throat.

“Mhm . . . Well it started at Madame Malkin’s before first year. Don’t you remember? You hurt me back there when I tried to be your friend. No, don’t interrupt again, just listen. That had been the first strike from fate with you as a weapon. The next was in the train on our first journey to Hogwarts when I gave you a second chance to be my friend. But you choose a Weasley over me and that had hurt like nothing before.

Pansy and Blaise were very worried that day and I think even Crabbe and Goyle noticed something because suddenly they left me alone.

Fate’s third blow was in the Great Hall during your sorting. I know you think that no one knew but everyone knew that you refused my house, our house. But I was the only one who knew that you had refused me . . . again.

I vowed to myself that I would hate you until your very last day on earth but fate was against me again. I first noticed before the fourth year during the Quidditch-Championship when death eaters turned up and the dark mark was seen for the first time in years again.

I tried to warn you and your stupid friend but you just did not use your fucking brain. We still hated each other’s guts . . . more or less, of course I couldn’t warn you with words you would understand so I packed them in some nasty insults . . . but you ignored my warnings again. You fucking bastard!”

“Was that the first time you noticed Winky?” Harry just asked softly and pressed a gently kiss in Draco’s neck. When he felt the blonde’s nod he licked the soft now rainy tasting skin lovingly.

“Mhm . . . “Draco mumbled unfocused for a moment and titled his head slightly to give Harry better access to his throat, which the raven-haired teen took immediately and started sucking on the blonde’s neck tenderly.

“Well . . . In that fucking Tournament I almost lost it when you fought with the dragon, especially a Bulgarian horntail. I took another blow when you were in the lake and didn’t come up again. Even Blaise had noticed back then that something was not right with me and we had a fight shortly after it, I might say.

Then there was that damn maze you were lost in. It shattered my heart to see you so broken carrying Diggory . . . I think that was, were I noticed what I felt for you. That no false hate and name-calling could mask what my blood already knew. Don’t laugh but I thought I was meant to be with you . . . somehow. And with these happenings in the Great Hall, I thought different.” Draco ended softly almost unnoticeable.

“What?” the raven-haired teen snarled angered again. “What difference?”

“I still think that I’m meant to be with you but the Weaselette is too and you are only for on of us . . . so. You broke me three times and this time I think it’s better to let it be and . . . leave.” the blonde Slytherin whispered. He knew exactly what Harry was going to say next.

“Explain!” Harry bellow-hissed in the blonde’s ear and clutched him to his body, almost braking bones in his fury.

“The first breakdown was in the train, the second in the tournament and the third in the Great Hall just a few days ago.” Draco sighed and now tried to get free of the other body pressed against his.

“And now I have a say in this thing! And you will listen closely, do you hear me? Closely!” Harry Potter shouted outraged. However, Draco went rigid in his arms when he felt the raven-haired one’s fury enter his body with his magic.

“You should have stayed a bit longer in the Great Hall; then you would have seen what Blaise and the rest of Hogwarts had seen! Because of your whole, theory of breaking up with me is based on a misinterpretation of yours!

I was not prepared to have her in my lap out of the blue! I knew she was hitting on me but I didn’t thought she would go this far! When my brain activated after its system crash, I pushed her away! She shouted at me and I answered her in my fury! Hermione said I even lost a bit control of my magic again!” the raven-haired teen hollowed over the lake still pressing Draco against him while the Slytherin jerked with every word he shouted in his ear.

When Harry stopped shouting, the blonde was sure he was hearing bells in his head. He felt dizzy with the impact of so much noise and clutched the arm around his ribs tightly to not fall to the ground. His abilities kicked in on themselves and he felt the raven-haired furious teen calm slowly.
Sighing he watch their surroundings for a while.

“Now I want you to tell me that you want to leave me behind again while you’re looking in my eyes!” the taller one hissed still enraged while his rage and magic fought against Draco’s soothing.
He turned the blonde in his arms around roughly, grabbing his arms again and shaking him harshly.

Dark silver locked with furious emerald and Draco forced some breath into his lungs. He knew that Harry was right. Pansy and Blaise had said so, Hermione and Neville too. Even Sev and Lupin had tried to make him see the truth.

Of course, he knew what he was supposed to do now . . . but this was just a too good chance to let it slip away. “Make it official then!” Draco demanded still staring into Harry’s livid orbs. And, there he could see the raven-haired teen blink shortly and then staring confused in his molten gaze again.

“What?” he asked stupidly and blinked once more.

“I mean it! Tell everyone to whom you belong!” the blonde pressed and shoved on Harry’s shoulders so the raven-haired teen stumbled back a few steps.

“I beg your pardon?” he mumbled and stared at the veela in front of him.

“You heard me!” Draco muttered and shoved again.

“I don’t know if that is a good idea?” Harry tired weakly but was pushed a third time.

And, suddenly Draco howled shortly and turned marching back to the castle, ignoring his lover completely.

In a rush, Harry tried to find arguments but his brain had left him alone again, went out, and visited friends. So he did what he thought was the best in the absence of his brain, he ran after the blonde Slytherin and encircled him in his arms again, pressing lots of kisses to his neck and sucking on the soft skin there again to leave a mark on his possession.

Draco cursed silently that Harry knew that his neck was his tender spot that he loved to have it sucked, licked, nibbled, and bitten. Therefore, his body did what he always did when his mate caressed him . . . it melted to a bloody puddle of mush! He cursed again when Harry chuckled mockingly and let his hands wander down his tender body.

That was so unfair but what else could he do than whimper softly to show that he liked this kind of persuasion.

“Now, who belongs to whom?” Harry growled low in his throat and laughed again when he felt the blonde shiver in his arms when his ears caught his deep voice.

“Right . . .
To you. Only you.” Draco mumbled incoherent and pressed his arse to Harry’s groin, knowing only distantly that this would drive his griffin crazy now.

In response to Draco’s teasing Harry bit down on a particularly dark mark on the blonde’s neck and thrusts his hips slightly.
And surprisingly his brain was back, happily singing after drinking tea with friends, and told him to leave, now!
In addition, Harry could do no other then follow his brains order and marched away hurriedly, laughing softly to himself . . . and the cunningness of his brain.

When he reached the Entrance Gate of the school he laughed even louder while he listened to Draco’s colourful swears and curses, shouted after him.


***


Smiling, Harry entered the Great Hall after a full night of sleep after four restless ones. He knew exactly what he was going to do after breakfast right in front of everyone.

Hermione blinked shortly at him and furrowed her brows in confusion. She looked at Neville, who sat beside her, but the gently boy just shook his head.

Her brown eyes shot up straight over to the Slytherin table and locked with Blaise’s and then Pansy’s but both times she earned just more confusion.

The two Slytherins watched their friend closely; actually watch two of their friends closely.
Draco was grumpy and whining over a headache, Harry was grinning his ears off . . . They didn’t know what was the better case.

Harry was watching Draco too but held a complete different interest. He could see that Draco had not had such a good night like he had and was very pleased with it. A proud teasing smirk played on his lip and every now and then, a low rumble left his throat, which startled Hermione slightly. It really was a glorious day.

He observed chuckling how the blonde forked his food and sipped on his goblet. Suddenly Draco sat up straight, huffed something to his two friends, and pushed away from the table still muttering things into his “absent” beard.

Now it was time for his actions and he swallowed a piece of his toast hastily. When Draco reached the grant heavy doors of the Great Hall, he cleared his throat lightly and shouted out his lover’s name. Of course, he had tried to find some arguments against Draco’s wish when he went to bed yesterday . . . but he had not found any. Therefore, he had shrugged his doubt off and started planning his declaration.

“Draco!” his deep voice boomed through the Great Hall and everyone jerked up and watched startled.

Slowly the blonde turned with a crazy look in his eyes and watched his lover walking up to him.
“What?” he enquired suspiciously and glared at the teen.

“Do you want to make it public?” the raven-haired teen mumbled softly and smirked playfully when the Great Hall gasped shocked.

“Didn’t I ask you that yesterday?” the blonde countered with his own question.

“I just wanted to be sure you know.” Harry announced still smirking happily while Draco blushed slightly.

Embarrassed the blonde lowered his head when he felt heat sprung to his cheeks because of Harry’s low growled answer until he felt the taller teen’s hands on his jaw.

“Dragon?”

“Griffin?”

Again, the entire Great Hall held their breaths shocked.

“I want to see your beautiful silver eyes.” Harry whispered softly that only his lover could hear him and smiled softly when the blonde looked up.

When their eyes locked, Draco felt a ripple of electricity flash through his body and knew that he was going to melt any second now. With a silent whimper, he drowned in those deep emeralds and felt his knees going weak again when Harry started to caress him again until he was completely in his arms, held up on his feet only by his lover’s strength. And Draco asked himself again why fate had given the teen such power over him.

“I love you,” the blonde mumbled softly without even noticing it so lost was he in Harry’s eyes.

“I know.” the raven-haired teen smirked back and chuckled softly when his lover blushed even more. “You know, I do too, right?”
“You love you too?” Draco asked playfully, a bit of his senses coming back and he snickered shortly.

“Occasionally.” Harry laughed amused and bent his head to kiss his lover senseless in front of everyone in the Great Hall.

A/N: Whoa, finally! It took me quite some time, didn’t it? And I finished again a chapter while I’m in school in Sondershausen, far away from home. ^_^’
What did you think? Did you like the Malfoys? I know they are out of character but I liked writing about them. I cannot wait to write about them on the wedd . . . ah . . . final battle again!
Tell me . . . please. ^-^’
By the way, was the address of their home right? I was not sure of it and . . . well.


harrydraco4life:

I don’t know. I hadn’t planed him to be a creature too but he will be in another story of mine.
I thought more of the way that mostly he is a very possessive young man. ^_^’ But I like this idea of a law that only he is allowed to touch or hold Draco. Have you ever read “Green Eyed Monster” by Delu? It’s one of my favourites because I like Harry possessive and jealous! ^-^
Review again for the next chapter and tell me more about this creature idea . . . please.
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Thanks again for reading ^.^

paigeey07:

Well I’m not really sure what I should say to that because mainly I haven’t understood it . . . sorry *sheepish grin* ^_^’ But I want to say: I like you too! ^.^ Keep reading please. *waving*

thrnbrooke:

That’s right. He finally figured it out and I think he acted well towards his discovery, didn’t he? Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. ^-^


DestinyDragon:

Thank you so much for reading and liking. And I’m really sorry it took me so long to update again but this Christmas thing had priority because . . . well I wanted to be done with it at Christmas, actually. But the next chapter shouldn’t take so long . . . I hope. ^_^