Harry Potter and the Shiverin Descendent

Title: Harry Potter and the Shiverin Descendent
Author: Angel Lain
Chapter: 7A
Paring: DM/HP
Rating: R

Well hello every one I’m so sorry for the lateness of this chapter but I was

working on a Christmas special that unfortunately did not get finished because I

got sick. I still am working on that one though since it is the Prequel to

“Love For All Eternity” I just can’t promise when it will be done. But I

decided to post a little birthday gift for everyone. Okay so it’s my Birthday

but I thought that I would give you guys a present as well. Later every one

hope you enjoy and hope you had a Merry Christmas.

Guess what, its beta read as well. Thank you so much Sparkly for your patience

even with all my problems.


Any ways I hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint. Warning there is some explicit

scenes right at the beginning but nothing very vivid at least I don’t think so.

I hope that it doesn’t offend anyone. I am so sorry with how long this chapter

is. And since it is so long I apologize if I’m not going to personally reply to

any of your reviews here. But I do thank all of you for your wonderful

responses. Also I did say that they would be getting to the Hogwarts Express in

this Chapter. Sadly I miss judged the amount of info that I had to put in this

chapter and because of this they will not get to the train until Chapter 8. And

believe me, they do, I’ve already started it. So please hand in there. I

assure you that Draco will get his mate right were he wants him.

And since this chapter is so long I am posting it in two separate parts. I

don’t know it seems easier to read that way. Thanks again.


Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Draco or any of the other characters.

Of course Harry and Draco are probably glad that I don’t own them or they would

be doing unspeakable things to each other in the Room of Requirement right at

this moment.

Yasanè: Shiverin word for the dominant parent. Pretty much means father since

only a male can be dominant.


Connase: French for the word Bitch only for women.


Chapter 7a

Draco led Harry into Shearburn’s and, luckily, was able to find

a public bathroom. He took a towel off the bar and dampened the corner, holding

his mate close as he began wiping the tear tracks from his love’s face. “There

you go, much better.” He cooed.

Harry scowled in annoyance. “You don’t have to treat me like a

child.”


The Blond smirked. “Yes, I do because you’re my baby.” He made

sure to enunciate the last word and tapped Harry lightly on the nose.


The submissive opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of

water before finally settling on glaring at him with a scandalized look on his

face. Then he let out a soft snort and stuck his lip out in a pout.


Silver eyes focused on that protruding lip and the Dominant felt

heat rush through his body as he fought the urge to take his love’s bottom lip

into his mouth and suck on it. “Harry, do you have any idea how alluring you

look like that? I’m finding it very hard not to ravish you right here and now.”

He growled and ran a hand down the smaller boy’s arm. “I can just picture

myself sitting you on the counter and slowly removing every last bit of your

clothing,” he whispered seductively as his eyes became molten pools of liquid

metal. “Then, I would rain kisses down your neck and shoulders.” As if to

prove his point he leaned over and kissed the slender neck that he so desired,

making sure to leave a tell tail mark.


“Hey,” Harry complained. “How am I supposed to explain that?”


Draco shrugged. He wasn’t really thinking straight at the

moment— visions of a naked Harry Potter ran through his head, leaving him with a

very large problem. He let his hands slide down Harry’s arms until they reached

the boy’s ass and he squeezed.


The inky haired boy’s breath caught in his throat at the

intimate touch. Any thoughts of admonishing the silvery blond haired Shiverin

for marking him again completely slipped from his mind. He felt Draco squeeze

again and a soft moan escaped from his mouth.


“Ah, you like that my Angel?” He gently kissed Harry’s neck

again, “Do you want to know what I would do to you then, Harry? What I want to

do to you now?”


The other Shiverin only nodded in response, not trusting himself

to speak.


Draco let his mouth roam up Harry’s neck to the boy’s jaw before

pausing to whisper in his ear, “You really want to know, my love?” He bucked

forward slightly and Harry cried out as their groins rubbed up against each

other. “Should I give it to you plain and dirty or do you want the more flowery,

softened version?” He slid his hands up to grip Harry’s narrow hips and pushed

against him.


The boy squeaked, hands clenching Draco’s shirt tightly.

“Just…j-just give it to me.” Harry stammered breathily.


Draco moaned as those words came out of his mate’s mouth. He

knew that his raven haired angel hadn’t meant it the way he had hoped, but it

still sounded so damn erotic. “You might want to think about the way you word

things, my Angel. One could easily misconstrue the actual meaning of your

words… and where would that get you?” He pulled away to kiss Harry delving

deeply into that hot, delicious mouth. “But I don’t’ think I should tell you

what I want to do. It might scare you.”


“NO!” Harry cried, latching his arms around his Dominant’s neck

and wrapped his legs securely around Draco’s waist.

The blond struggled to balance himself with the abrupt addition

of weight, moving quickly to support his mate by the waist. He didn’t know that

his love could be this demanding but he wasn’t upset about it at all, hell no.

With Harry’s legs wrapped so tightly around his waist their groins were pushed

together with a lovely pressure that was slowly driving him insane. “Oh gods,

Harry.” He skin began to tingle all over as his mate’s Shiverin song started.


“Tell me Draco, please.” Harry begged and he started to move so

that he rubbed against his mate.


“Hades, Harry… what has gotten into you?” Now he was really

starting to wonder. His little love had never been this aggressive before. He

let out a deep moan when Harry rubbed exceptionally hard.


“I need to know Draco, My Only. I need to know what you would

do.” Harry gasped. “I need to know that you love me, that you need me. I need

to know that no one can ever take me from you.”


So that was it. The last encounter with the full blooded

Shiverin had left his Harry a little uncertain.


“I won’t let them take you from me Harry.” He murmured against

Harry’s swollen red lips. “I love you Harry, and if it wasn’t for the fact that

I know this isn’t the right place for it— if I had you on that counter stripped

and acting totally wanton like you are now— then I would more than happily shag

you senseless.”


Harry moaned and pressed his lips to his Dominant’s. They

kissed passionately for a while before they broke apart. Both stared into each

others eyes for what seemed like forever before an evil glint flashed across

Harry’s bright emerald green gems. He unlatched his legs from around Draco’s

waist and let himself stand in front of his taller mate.


Draco groaned at the loss of that wonderful pressure and

friction. He tried to grab Harry’s hips to pull him back but his submissive

batted his hands away. Then Harry did something he hadn’t expected him to do.

Grabbing onto Draco’s hips he allowed himself to slide down the dominants body

until he was on his knees in front of his mate. He looked up and smiled

mischievously.


“Harry what are you…?” Draco yelped in surprise as he saw his

little mate slowly unbutton his pants and slid them down his hips. “H-Harry,

Harry, what...” He wasn’t able to finish before all his words were lost in a

deep guttural cry as his beloved’s beautiful mouth claimed him, returning the

favor he had so graciously bestowed upon the black haired Gryffindor nights ago

in the park. He could feel himself quickly falling over the edge, mumbling

incoherently and then screaming as Harry’s hot mouth stroked him to completion

on the outside and his song repeated the act on the inside.



***

Albus Dumbledore stood and adjusted his robes. “Well, that was

certainly interesting.”


Remus pulled his hands over his head to stretch, “So are we done

here Albus?”


“Yes, my boy. I think for now we are done. I believe that the

next time we see this place is when we bring Harry here to accept his

inheritance in person.” He pointed his wand at some large bundles and shrunk

them so he could put them in his pocket. “I’ve received word from Monsieur

Dumas that he would like to see us in his office before we leave. I think it

might be about the papers that we’ll need to have Harry sign for everything in

this vault and all the land. The poor boy is in for quite a shock when he finds

out.”


“Yes… with all that Harry inherited from his parents and now

this he is probably one of the wealthiest wizards in England! I think he might

rank only below the Malfoys now.”


“You may be right, Remus. But I believe that Harry will use his

wealth a fair better than Lucius has. Bank rolling a Dark Lord’s second rise to

power can not be considered a financially sound investment.”


The werewolf laughed, “No, I don’t suppose it has much of a

return on it. He would have done better if he’d invested in— what do the

muggles call it? Oh yes, the stock market.”


Dumbledore’s eyes sparkled merrily. “Or even just some nice

wizarding business.”


By now Remus was laughing so hard that tears were pooling in his

eyes. “I can see it now! ‘Malfoy’s Used Death Eater Robes’ impress your

friends by looking like evil incarnate in a bad mask.”


“Oh, that’s a good one Remus.” The old Wizard guffawed,

shrinking more bundles to fit them in his pocket. “Okay, I think we’re about

done.”


“Wait one minute.” Remus said and raced over to a large trunk

that he had been searching through earlier. He pulled out two boxes and closed

it.


“May I ask what those are?” The old man pointed the rather none

descript dark brown boxes.


“Oh, it’s just something I found while I was looking through the

papers.” He opened the larger one and showed its contents to the Headmaster.

It looked as if it was a rather large brown leather bound photo album. “You

remember that letter we found from Patrick to Claire?”


The Headmaster nodded in response, wondering where Remus was

going with this.


“Well, we might want to go back to Petunia’s and look for more

letters because if this is anything to go by there were a hell of a lot more.”

He opened the book and started leafing through it. There had to be over two

hundred pages full of letters between Patrick and Clair. Mixed in where

pictures, many of Lily and Clair even some of Patrick and just the sights around

France, also there were pressed flowers and leaves mixed in as well and little

sayings and thoughts. “It would seem that Patrick was quite the sentimental

fool. He kept every letter that Clair sent him and the pictures of Lily. Then

he would add in leaves or flowers that were around him while he read them.

There are also poems that remind him of the ones he loves and little comments he

thought of at the time.”


Remus turned another page and something dark red caught

Dumbledore’s eye. “Is that what I think it is?”


The werewolf’s dark stormy blue eyes saddened. “Yes, it’s a

lock of Lily’s hair from her first hair cut. Of course it’s not nearly as long

as when she died, but still the same color. I think it will do Harry a world of

good to see it. It will be the first tangible thing besides pictures he’s ever

had of his parents; most everything else was lost that night. We don’t even

have their wedding rings to give him.” He closed the book and replaced the lid

on the box. He put it back on the trunk and picked up the smaller one. “And

then I found this.” He opened the box to reveal a thin oval shaped cameo

container. “Now Albus I must warn you that this container brings up more

questions than it answers.”


“Like what Remus?”


“Like when exactly Mr. Darvoux died.”


“What?”


Lupin opened the cameo case and handed it to the wizened old man.

Blue eyes widened as the rested on the first picture in the cameo case. “By the

fate’s eye… this can’t be.”


“Yes, I know. If he died when the letter we found at Petunia’s

said he did, that picture being here would be impossible. But it’s here Albus,

there is no mistaking that. So the question is: when did Patrick Darvoux die?

And if he’s not dead then where is he?”


Dumbledore focused on the picture he now held in his hand and

realized that things had just become that much more complicated. Looking at him

out of the wizarding photo were the smiling emerald green eyes of a very

familiar young man. It was Harry Potter during his third year at Hogwarts

during one of his secret trips to Hogsmeade. Oh yes, very complicated indeed.

***


Harry grinned when felt his mate fall limply against the door to

the bathroom. It was good to know that Draco didn’t have to be dominant in

every thing. Then he looked up and he caught the hungry eyes of his mate and he

had to swallow hard.


Well, maybe only this once.


He nearly screamed when Draco grabbed him by the shoulders,

promptly pulled him to his feet. With one swift movement the blond had him

pinned between the door and his own tall hard body.


“You have been a very naughty boy, Harry.” He said sweetly— a

little too sweetly. “I really should make you pay for that.” He kissed the boy

below him hungrily.


A small groan escaped Harry when the blond bit down hard on his

bottom lip. “Draco.” He gasped.


The dominant ran one hand up and down Harry’s side the other

held his mate close to his body. “Gods, you’re beautiful Harry… so damn

beautiful.” And he kissed his mate possessively.


The ebony haired seeker couldn’t stop the deep moan that escaped

his throat. He moaned even louder as a masterful hand found its way under his

shirt and started to rub his nimble fingers over an already hardened nipple.

“Shit.”


“Merlin, Harry.” He bit down on the smaller Shiverin’s neck,

running his blunt nails down Harry’s back and tracing the spots on his spine.


“SHIT!”


The silvery haired dominant turned his attention to the other

side of his love’s neck. He bit and suckled, leaving bright red and purple

marks in his wake. He pulled away to eye his handy work, “You’re mine,” He

growled possessively, thrusting his hips against Harry’s and grinding

persistently. “All mine.”


The small submissive moaned and started to move against his

larger dominant, but something didn’t feel quite right about this. Something was

off.


“Oh, Harry…” Draco’s hands slid from behind the smaller boy to

the front of his pants, fingers working quickly to undo the button and zipper.


This brought Harry out of his reverie. He looked down and saw

his mate pull his zipper all the way down. “Draco?”


The Slytherin’s eyes were clouded with lust, his pupils

appearing as catlike slits. He smiled and kissed the submissive’s lips again.


Harry pulled away violently. “No Draco, please don’t.”


“Mine.” He thrust against Harry again. The green eyed boy was

suddenly very aware of the fact that other hadn’t even pulled his pants up from

the blow job earlier.


“Yes, yes, but please Draco not he—.” Harry gasped when the

blond slipped his hand into Harry’s boxers and wrapped it around his member.

“No, no, Draco!” He yelled and yanked himself out of his mate’s arms,

effectively removing the hand from his boxers.


The Dominant Shiverin roared in anger, pushing the small boy

chest first against the wall. He growled and started fumbling to get the baggy

jeans over his slim hips.


But Harry held on tight this is not how he wanted it, not here.

“Please, Draco… no.”


“Mine.” Draco growled possessively.


The tears started to fall down Harry’s cheeks, his Shiverin song

dead panned before becoming a high shriek. He was surprised when Draco abruptly

stopped moving and the pale hands loosened on the waist line of the somewhat

large jeans.


Pain ripped through Draco’s chest and sharp sense of fear

started to infiltrate his senses. His mind began to clear as he became

conscious of sharp, shrilling noise in the small room. It was then that he

realized the position he was in with his Angel was pressed between him and the

wall.


“Bugger.” He gasped. He noticed that he was gripping Harry’s

waist band and had pulled them down the Gryffindor’s hip partially on one side.

“Oh Merlin, Harry I’m… I’m… Oh, gods.” He backed away, yanking his hands from

his mate as if he’d hurt the submissive if he touched him any longer.


Harry pulled his pants up and redid the closures before fully

facing his mate, eyes carefully down cast.


“Harry, please look at me.” Draco pleaded, but his beloved

didn’t move. “Harry… look at me.” Again, no movement from his mate. “Harry,

look at me.” This time he was a bit more demanding and Harry’s raven head shot

up hair flying wildly. The dominant was hurt to see tears shining in his

beautiful submissive’s eyes, but what hurt even more was the knowledge that he

caused them. He wanted to take Harry in his arms and kiss away all his troubles

but he knew that would not be a good idea at the moment.


“Draco… I’m so—”


“No, Harry, just listen to me. I love you; you must know that

by now. And believe when I say that I would like nothing more than to take you

and complete the bond. But not here, not like this— and certainly not by

force.” He was now starting to cry as well, crystalline tears rolling down his

eyes. “When it comes time for us to fully bond I want it to be the most

beautiful thing in the world for you. You’re not the one at fault here… I am.”

He pressed a finger to Harry’s lip before he could protest. “I should have told

you that something like this could happen.” He could see confusion in his

mate’s eyes along with some lingering fear. “Harry how far have you gotten

through those books you bought. More specifically, how far have you gotten into

the chapters on sexual intercourse?”


“Uhm, well, I…”


“You haven’t read them yet.” The blond answered for him. The

green eyed boy nodding, blushing scarlet.


Draco nearly laughed at this but managed to keep a straight face.

He found it quite funny that his little love seemed to be afraid of sex. “I

would think after all those dreams that you would be quite comfortable with that

idea.”


Harry pouted. “It’s not that, it’s just… well… the idea of

having to read something where someone explicitly explains the aspects of… of…”


“Sex?” The blond filled in nonchalantly.


Harry just nodded blushing even more.


“I suggest you read them, Harry. Those books should answer many

of your questions and help get rid of the possibility of any moments like this

in the future. There is something I think you should know, Harry. What you did

earlier is almost unheard of in the Shiverin society. It’s not very common for

the submissive to be aggressive when it comes to sexual acts. In the full

blooded Shiverin society a submissive is almost never allowed to dominate. The

only time a submissive might take an aggressive stand is when it comes to

protecting their children. If they believe that their children are in danger,

even from their Dominant, they have a right to protect them. The only other

time is occasionally during intercourse; it’s considered a very erotic act and

becomes quite the turn on for the dominant.” He shifted his weight from one

foot to the other, attempting to relieve the pressure on the very noticeable

problem he had. Draco whispered fervently, “And Merlin it is one hell of a turn

on.”




***


Ron and Hermione made their way through Diagon Alley, trying to

keep an eye out for their dark haired friend.


“Alright.” Ron sighed. “We’ve checked the first part of the

Alley. You don’t really think he could have gotten past Gringotts in the short

amount of time that it took us to get out of Flourish and Blotts?”


“I don’t know Ron, it’s very possible. We’re not exactly sure

how much his Shiverin Heritage has advanced his speed. He very well might have

been able to make it that far.” She said, her voice soft and surprisingly

melancholy.


“Hermione, what’s wrong?”


“Oh Ron, I’m such a prat! I know very well what Harry is going

through right now and I can kind of sympathize. But his feelings are much more

out of whack then mine have ever been during that time of month.”


Ron cringed— he really didn’t want to hear about that.


“Good heavens… I know how emotional I can get; I can’t imagine

what Harry must be going through. And here I go and say one of the stupidest

things I could have said. I should have known how badly it would upset him but

no, I had to be a stupid bitch and open my big mouth.”


“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Hermione.”


“Don’t be so hard on myself? Don’t be so hard on my self?! Ron,

I’ve hurt our best friend in one of the worst ways I could! He probably doesn’t

think he has anything going on for him now, he’s run off and is who knows where,

and he could even be hurt! It’s all my fault. If something happens to him I’ll

never forgive myself.”


Ron patted her on the arm in a comforting manner. “Calm down,

I’m sure he’s perfectly fine.”


“You are?” She sniffled.


“Yeah I am.” He said with a smile, wiping away the tear that

made its way down her cheek. “Come on, why don’t we check in here?” He led her

into Shearburn’s.

***


“Draco, I am so sorry. I wasn’t really thinking.”


“It’s alright, Harry. Just don’t do it again unless you’re ready

to do, well, you know.”


Harry smirked. “Now who’s afraid to say it?”


“Come on,” The blond said with a joyful smile. “You should find

Weasley and Granger. I am happy about one thing though.”


“And what’s that?”


“The fact that Wizarding public restrooms have silencing charms

on them to stop any unpleasant sounds from reaching the customers. Could you

imagine someone listening in on us?”


“I never even thought about that…”


“It’s alright.” Draco soothed, reaching out a tentative hand to

rub his mate’s arm comfortingly. He was happy to see the other boy didn’t pull

away.


“But you’re in pain.”


Again Draco shifted from foot to foot. “It’s not painful, just

a little uncomfortable.”


Harry started to ring his hands nervously. “Uh, is there

anything I can do to… help?” Not even thinking, he let his tongue sneak out to

wet his lips.


Draco groaned quietly at the sight of that pink tongue. “No, no,

that’s okay. It will only cause more problems if you try anything. I don’t

want to hurt you again.”


The raven haired boy opened to his mouth to protest.


“No, Harry. It’s alright; I’ll find another way to relieve it.

Come on, you should get back before the entire Weasley clan comes searching for

you.” He opened the door. “Granger and Wea—” He was cut off when suddenly

collided with someone. His head shot around and he caught sight of a shock of

red. “Weasel!” He cried in surprise the sight of the red head completely

killing his hard on.


“Ron, H-Hermione.” Harry stuttered.


Ron shook his head to clear his thoughts from the collision. As

soon as his blue eyes focused he took in the scene before him. Draco stood

facing him with Harry not far behind. He noticed the fearful expression on his

best friend’s face and the only thing that came to mind was that Malfoy was

badgering his small friend. That was the last thing Harry needed right now, he

was already emotional and Malfoy would just make it worse.


“Come on Harry, Hermione, let’s leave the Ferret here.” Glaring

at the blond he grabbed his friend’s hand and promptly pulled him out of the

store.


“Wait, no!” Harry cried.


“Ron, this is not a good idea.” Hermione tried to cut in.


There was a loud roar and someone one barreled past Ron,

grabbing Harry in the process and pulling his hand from the red head’s grasp.


“Harry? Mate…?” He looked around wildly, trying to find his

friend before finally spotting a seething blond holding his dark haired friend

very close. “What the?! Get you’re filthy hands off him!”


Draco bellowed and pulled Harry’s shaking form even closer. He

ran a reassuring hand through Harry’s hair and whispered to him to calm down.

Then he returned icy eyes to the taller Gryffindor. “No Weasley, I think it is

you that should keep your filthy hands off of him. And if I ever hear you call

my Harry ‘mate’ again I swear I’ll kill you.”


Ron was taken aback. “Wait, your Harry? What are you talking

about?”


“I would think it’s quite obvious— even for you Weasel.”


Hermione was getting extremely worried by now. If anyone either

in the shop or on the street caught wind of the argument it would most

definitely draw an audience. And that would not be good for any of them. “Uh,

guys I think we should take this somewhere else before you make a scene.”


Draco nodded and led Harry back into the small alley they had

been in earlier. Hermione followed them closely and Ron wasn’t far behind. He

was still mouthing ‘my Harry?’ over and over again, trying to process everything

that just happened.


Ron stopped dead in his tracks and just looked on dumbstruck at

what he saw. Draco Malfoy, the self proclaimed Ice Prince of Slytherin and

their most hated tormenter for the last five years at Hogwarts, was running a

hand up and down Harry’s arm and whispering quietly in the boy’s ear. He seemed

to be trying to calm the small Gryffindor down since Harry had started crying by

now.


“It’s alright Harry, its fine.” Draco said soothingly.


“No…-hic-… it’s …not.” Harry sobbed. “This… was…-hic-… not how

I wanted…-hic-…them to find out.”


“There is nothing to be done about it now, love.” He crooned

and kissed Harry lightly on the top of his head.


Ron was shocked. He wasn’t mad or even disgusted, just

downright shocked. Now he knew what was going on. Draco Malfoy had to be the

other Shiverin, the Dominant. So this was Harry’s mate. He had to admit it was

the last person he’d expected but even if he didn’t like Malfoy, Harry had made

his choice.


“But… now they’ll hate me.” Harry buried his face in his mate’s

already soiled shirt.


“Hate you? Why would we hate you, Harry?” Hermione questioned.


“Because.... because—” He was so upset that he couldn’t even

form the words.


She stepped closer and reached out a hand, gauging Draco’s

reaction before placed it on her friend’s quivering shoulder. She guessed it

was alright when all the blond did was glare at her as opposed to snarling or

verbally assaulting her. “Harry, it’s quite alright. We don’t hate you. Yes,

we’re a little shocked but we’ve accepted this a little while ago. We hadn’t

expected Malfoy but if this is what you want we won’t stop it.” She gave Ron a

knowing glance hoping that he would not say anything stupid. Harry was already

upset and he didn’t need anything else pulling at his already shot emotions.


Ron nodded. “Yeah Harry, if the fer— if Malfoy is what you want

then that’s okay. Only if he won’t hurt you though.” He added for good measure,

glaring at the Slytherin seeker.


Draco glared back but kept on cuddling Harry.


***