Dinaer

"But why Malfoy?" Harry moaned, his head laying on the table he and his friends usually shared in Potions class. When they had arrived back at the castle his father had said that he needed to stop by his class room to drop a few things off. In a daze, Harry had followed his father into the room and taken his usual seat. He could feel his father's humor at the situation, and looked up to glare at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be empathizing with me?" Harry huffed, which caused his father to grin even more.

"I should be, but it's not as strong as usual. I think it has something to do with you being my son," he mused. "Either way, I don't empathize because I know this is the best thing for you."

"But it's MALFOY! We can't even make a potion together without attempting to kill each other!"

"I was Mated with the Gryffindor Princess. Someone I had avidly mocked and taunted all through our school years."

"What did you do?" he asked, truly interested. Harry hadn't really thought about it, but he remembered from the pensive incident that his father had called his mother a Mudblood in front of a crowd of people.

"I spent a hard week trying to deny our bond, before the magic became too strong. Maybe if it was just mine pushing... but it was Lily's too. After today Harry, Draco's magic will be forcing him towards you."

"What will happen?"

"I'm not completely sure. It's different for everyone. If you'd like we could find out." His father grinned feraly.

"What- how?"

"I ran into Malfoy Senior today in Knockturn Alley, he invited us both to dinner tomorrow at the Malfoy Manor. It's an attempt to get to know you as my son."

"So you want to make an experiment out of me?!" Harry shrieked.

"No, I'm only suggesting you accompany me to dinner and meet with Draco. Or you could wait out the next two weeks and see him at the start of term feast and possibly embarrass both you and your housemates when you attempt to pounce on him across the dinner table."

"I'm not going to pounce on him," Harry replied crossly. But he could see what his father was getting at. He could only imagine Ron's face when forced to tell him that Draco is his Mate. Imagine how he would act if Harry's magic pushed him to throw Draco to the floor and ravish him in the middle of the Sorting Ceremony. "I guess I have no choice." Harry said, resignation evident in his voice and the feelings he was exuding.

"Harry," his father's voice was soothing as he moved to sit next to his troubled son. "I know how you're feeling, more than you know. And I'm sorry for you that it is him, but Draco was born to be your mate. You two are perfect for each other and will make each other happier than you have ever been. Think of it this way," he paused, gathering his thoughts.

"A Dinaer is born incomplete. They spend the first seventeen years of their life with half of their magical power, never entirely happy. That's why their mate is born, to find them and complete their soul and magic." He paused. "Maybe I should get you a book on this."

"Where is Hermione when I need her?" Harry whined, letting his head drop to the desk.

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And that was how Harry found himself standing next to his father on the doorstep of Malfoy Manor. He had spent the last hour fussing over his appearance, much to his dismay and his father's amusement. He didn't want to care what he looked like. If Harry had been in complete control he would have worn Dudley's old clothes in an attempt to put off the blond. But the Dinaer in Harry stubbornly refused to look anything less than gorgeous, and he was loath to admit that he looked better then he could ever remember. He was dressed in tight fitting black trousers that accentuated his firm bottom, a side effect of years of grueling Quidditch practice. On top he wore a thick black turtle neck sweater, it had been a cooler summer than most and Harry liked the way the fabric clung to his newly developed shoulders and chest. He had thankfully inherited his fathers straight black hair, and unlike his old hair style, it lay flat against his scalp, falling into his eyes giving him an added air of mystery. He completed the outfit with shiny black dress shoes and a forest green cloak.

"Stop fussing," his father spoke as Harry ran his fingers through his hair for the tenth time. "You look good." Harry couldn't help the look of shock he gave his father at the compliment and made to thank him but was silenced by the opening of the door. Lucius Malfoy stood there staring at the two of them a curious smirk on his face.

"Severus," he greeted, clearly amused at the sight of his best friend with a son.

"Lucius," his father drawled.

"And Harry Potter," he spoke, glancing at him. "Won't you both come in? Narcissa is in the sitting room." Harry could hardly contain his surprise. Lucius Malfoy seemed almost... human!

Harry followed his father into the entry way. To say the Malfoy Manor was nice would have been the understatement of a lifetime. Harry could hardly contain his gasp of amazement at the vaulted ceilings and marble columns that lined the walls. He followed the two men into what he assumed was the sitting room and tried his hardest not to look around like a little kid at the zoo. It was done up in calming blues and cremes, the whole room exuding comfort and class. It was not something he had expected from the supposedly cold Malfoy family. He was further shocked when he saw the lady of the manor welcome his father warmly with a smile and hug. She looked at Harry appraisingly before saying to his father "He looks just like you Severus."

"Yes, I did notice that." He smirked.

"When Lucius told me I didn't believe it at all, but who could deny it with that proof." She turned to Harry. "It's nice to finally meet you Mister Potter." She spoke with a light French accent.

"Please call me Harry, Madame." Severus and Lucius exchanged a look, surprised at Harry's manners.

"Only if you call me Narcissa," she teased lightly. Even Harry was surprised at his behavior, he was practically flirting with the mother of his supposed Mate!

"Harry," his father spoke. "Perhaps you'd like to meet with Draco before dinner?" He asked. Neither Lucius or Narcissa looked surprised and Harry had a suspicious feeling his father had spoken to them both on the matter beforehand.

"Yes..." he narrowed his eyes at his father skeptically, who only shrugged nonchalantly.

"He's out back in the garden. It's just down that hall, through the French doors." Lucius spoke, gesturing to a hallway Harry hadn't noticed before. He glanced timidly at his father, who nodded, which Harry took to mean he was supposed to go.

He walked slowly down the hall, his Dinaer magic the only thing enabling his feet to move forward. He pushed open the door and walked into the cool evening air, thankful that he had not yet removed his cloak. He pulled up the hood before walking farther into the garden. A saccharine sweet breeze ruffled his hair and Harry was thankful for his hightened sense of smell, he didn't think he'd ever smelt anything so lovely. The breeze changed directions and Harry caught the alluring scent of vanilla. He followed it through the garden, barely noticing the flowers that surrounded him. Eventually he came to the source of the smell and Harry's stomach clenched at the sight of his long time rival, sitting serenely on a white marble bench underneath an ivy covered trellis.

Harry savored the desire that coursed through his veins. He sighed and Draco turned to look at him.

"So you're Snape's kid huh," Draco smirked darkly. Harry only nodded, trying to suppress the lust he felt at the sound of Draco's voice. "Are you what he is too?" Harry almost laughed at the fact that they were having a civil conversation for the first time in six years but instead he nodded again.

"Can you not speak Potter?" Harry could sense his growing anxiety, his magic fighting to be with Harry.

"You're beautiful." Harry spoke the truth. Draco was beautiful. His grey cloak causing his eyes to glimmer a shocking silver, his white blond hair falling loosely around his face past his shoulders. A replica of his father in all but age.

"What are you getting at Potter?" Draco stood up angrily, his cheeks flushed from Harry's comment.

'He doesn't know' Harry thought to himself.

"Know what?" Draco was getting angry. It was bad enough he was having to fight a growing attraction to The Boy Who Lived but now his voice was practically screaming in his head.

"You heard that," Harry smiled softly.

"How could I not? You won't get out of my head!" Draco flushed, realizing he'd spoken too much. He didn't want Harry to know that since the moment he'd walked out of Madame Malkin's he'd thought of little else but the raven haired Gryffindor. He'd never admitted it to anyone before, but he'd always found Harry mildly attractive, in a young innocent way. But the Dinaer that had entered the shop that day had been anything but innocent. He emanated power and confidence, his new appearance only stood to mark those changes.

Harry grinned lasciviously. "I am a Dinaer, like my father." He said, even though he'd already made it clear.

"Why would I care?" Draco replied haughtily.

"Oh, you care." Harry didn't know where his confidence was coming from. He also didn't know why his magic was forcing him to take the dominant role. Harry was no blushing virgin, but in his relationship with Lee he'd happily played the submissive, enjoying being cared for and pleased. As soon as Harry had seen Draco's blush however, the Dinaer inside him had taken up the reins, causing Harry to bend to the will of the creature he truly was.

As Harry stood before his unclaimed Mate he felt his wings aching to be released. Then before he knew what he was doing, he strode towards Draco, whipping off his cloak and tossing it to the ground. He heard the rip of his black turtle neck and the gasp from the boy before him, as his dusky black wings fanned out behind him. He looked directly into Draco's grey eyes, glazed silver with desire. Desire for him. He pushed Draco against the ivy covered trellis, effectively trapping him with his body.

"You're mine," he growled, before crushing his mouth against the blond. It was a kiss both boys would remember for the rest of their lives, as Harry swiped his tongue across his Mate's lower lip, asking entrance, with Draco was more than happy to oblige. He opened his mouth slowly, effectively deepening the kiss as their tongues met between them. It was clear to Draco who was in charge as he felt Harry press his body firmly against his own, eliciting a soft moan from the Slytherin. He whimpered when he felt Harry pull back slightly but moaned again as Harry trailed warm wet kisses down his neck. He hissed in shock when he the Dinaer bite into his neck, sucking hard at the soft skin in an attempt to mark his Mate. Eventually Harry pulled back.

"Draco," he breathed heavily, his skin flushed and his wings pulled in tight to surround them.

"Harry," Draco moaned. "Please tell me what's going on..." he looked into the emerald eyes pleadingly. Harry sighed before taking the blond's
hand and leading him back to the bench. He gently pushed him to sit down and moved to straddle the bench next to him, his wings hanging on either side of him. He continued to hold Draco's hand as he endeavored to collect his thoughts. "What have your parents told you about me?" He finally asked.

"My father told me that Severus is your true father. I figured out on my own that you are a Dinaer after I'd seen you in Diagon Alley."

"And what do you know of the Dinaer?" he spoke gently.

"Almost everything. I was really curious after I found out about Uncle Sev," he blushed. "What's this got to do with anything?"

"What do you know of Dinaer and their Mates?"

Draco huffed. "I told you, I know almost every..." he trailed off, his eyes growing wide with realization. Harry scooted closer to his Mate, the need to comfort him squeezing at his heart.

"I understand if you want time to think about it, but I don't know how long the creature in me can wait." He said quietly. "I think I may be half in love with you already."

"If I'm your Mate I don't really have much to think about do I?"

"I guess not. I only want to make you happy Draco." Instinctively he pulled Draco into his arms, cuddling him close against his body, his wings protecting them from the light breeze. He felt the smaller boy relax into his embrace, and sensed his contentment.

So you can hear my thoughts? A timid voice echoed in Harry's mind.

Yes. He thought back. But I'll try not to. I'll never use this connection against you my love. Harry felt the happiness wash over him and mentally decided to remember that Draco enjoyed pet names. Then Draco pushed around to face Harry, swinging his legs over the bench until he was straddling the Dinaer.

"I think I'm half in love with you too." He said, staring intensely into Harry's eyes before wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling their mouths together in another searing kiss. Harry returned the kiss with as much passion as he could contain, pushing his Mate onto his back on the marble bench. He pulled up and stared into the silver eyes.

"I think we should go to dinner," he said finally.

"I think you're right." Harry stood up and pulled his Mate up against him cradling him to his chest, before quickly breaking apart. He didn't want his father to come searching for them only to find them locked in a passionate embrace. He bent to pick up his cloak as he felt Draco watching him, he looked at his Mate questioningly.

"They're very beautiful," The blonde said, referring to his wings. "May I touch them?" He asked hesitantly. Harry nodded unashamedly, and moved forward to let his Mate caress the obsidian feathers. He didn't expect the feeling of desire that shot through his veins when Draco ran his fingers over the feathers lightly. He couldn't hold back a moan from escaping, and saw the look of joy on his Mate's face at eliciting such a reaction. This was nothing like when his father has touched his wings. The older Dinaer had given Harry comfort at the contact, while Draco's touch was like fire to his already flushed skin. Eventually Draco stopped and Harry clenched his fists at his side as he willed his wings away.

He pulled his wand from his cloak and pulled it on with a muttered Reparo to his sweater. He looked at Draco beseechingly and the smaller boy took his hand. They entered the Manor together and Harry couldn't help but feel slightly nervous at the prospect of a dinner with his and his Mate's parents. He felt Draco squeeze his hand in reassurance, and Harry understood what his father had said earlier about Dinaer being born incomplete. He'd never felt so whole in his entire life as he did now, holding the hand of his beloved.

When they reached the sitting room their parents looked up at their arrival. Looks of mingled shock and humor crossed their faces as they glanced from both boys to their joined hands, and the dark purplish red mark on Draco's neck. His father snorted with laughter which he quickly turned into a cough. Draco's father could only smirk at the situation; The Boy Who Lived and the son of a Death Eater, born to be forever together. Narcissa could only beam at the situation, her finicky son was finally going to settle down! 'No more hopping from bed to bed for Draco!' she thought happily.

Harry cleared his throat, bringing everyone out of their individual thoughts. "I found Draco," he said firmly. No one was quite sure whether he was referring to finding him in the garden or the discovery of his Mate.

"So you did." His father spoke. "Are we all ready for dinner?" He asked, glancing at the elder Malfoys. They quickly ushered the party into the formal dinning room where the house elves had already placed the food, kept hot with warming charms. They ate quickly, Harry listening to his father and Lucius talk, all the while keeping hold of his Mate's hand underneath the table. Eventually dessert was being served and the elder Malfoy turned his gaze upon Harry.

"I understand my son is your Mate," he spoke firmly.

"Yes," Harry replied just as confident.

"I imagine you'll be wanting him to go with you then?" He asked and Harry looked up, shocked. He had not been expecting that. "I don't suppose either of you would be very happy if you were to be separated now." Harry glanced at his father questioningly who only nodded before looking at Draco.

"Would you want to go with me?" He asked, already knowing the answer, if the feelings of love and happiness were anything to go on.

"Yes." He nodded, avoiding his mother's eye. She'd never approved of Draco's bedroom activities, and by saying he wanted to go with Harry he was practically admitting they would share a bed.

"Well then it's settled. You'll go back to Hogwarts with Severus and Harry. It's only two weeks early so it shouldn't make much of a difference. I've already had the house elves pack and send along your truck," Lucius said before taking a drink to hide his smile at the look of surprise on Draco's face. He knew his son well, and he had known that the two boys would not be able to deny their bond.

Harry tightened his hold on Draco's hand underneath the table. He could sense his apprehension and felt some of it himself. They were about to spend their first night together as Dinaer and Mate. It would be interesting to say the least.
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