Dinaer

AN- My writer's block is sooo gone! I'm loving this, I haven't stopped writing for hours. And thank you for all the lovely offers I recieved for a beta, I can't express how much I appreciate it.
That said, this chapter would not be possible without my wonderful new beta Bookgirl, who not only edited but helped make this chapter much more interesting ;) I believe the words "wild monkey sex" were used at some point. Hope you all enjoy this!

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"I don't understand why you're panicking. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Oh just my entire world crashing down around me." He answered sarcastically.

"Harry," the blond started. "If they don't accept this then they were never really your friends to begin with." He intercepted the pacing Dinaer by grabbing his waist and pushing their chests together in a tight embrace. "Besides, you've still got me and Sev."

Harry looked into his Mate’s eyes and tried desperately to put aside his feelings of apprehension. The other students would be arriving in less than an hour and Harry's stomach was aflutter with nerves. He had told Ron to tell Hermione about his inheritance, and he wasn't the least bit worried she would be unaccepting of him. He was sure she'd already found every possible book on the Dinaer race and knew more about it than he did. He wasn't worried she would make a fuss about his father either. Really, if he was honest, Hermione was probably going to be the most accepting of his relationship with Draco. Sometimes it pays off to have a level-headed genius for a best friend Harry thought with a smile.

"Feeling better?" Draco smirked. Harry had to wonder how he'd ever found that smirk irritating. It was positively adorable.

"I am not adorable!" The blond wailed loudly causing Harry to laugh.

"Never," he half heartedly agreed, pushing the smaller boy back against the wall, trapping his hands above his head. Draco couldn't help the moan from escaping as he felt Harry's erection press against his stomach. Their mouths met roughly, tongues entwined in a dance of sensuality. Draco mewled in surrender as the Gryffindor forced his head to the side, attacking his throat with licks and sucks of dominance. Harry had just released Draco's hands to grab his bottom and pull him up against the wall when a deep drawl interrupted his attack.

"I can't leave you two alone for a second." His father spoke, his voice tinged with amusement. Harry heard the now familiar giggle of his father's girlfriend before he dropped his head against the wall in embarrassment. Draco, being a Malfoy and unapologetic in nature merely dropped his legs, which at some point had wrapped around Harry's waist, to the floor and straightened his robes. He grabbed Harry's hand and led them to the couch in the center of his father’s sitting room, which they had been on the way to having sex on, and forced Harry to sit down.

"He's nervous." He stated the obvious.

"If you don't calm yourself, your emotions will give you away," his father spoke seriously. Harry paled slightly, he'd completely forgotten about attempting to keep his wings at bay, his worries of Draco overriding all else. He didn't notice the glare the Elenya sent his father before coming to sit next to him.

"Harry," she said gently. "It will not be easy, but it will be worth it in the end. Of that I am certain." She spoke with the conviction of an elf. Harry recalled his conversation with her from two days ago.

He had been in the kitchen of his father's chambers, making himself a cup of tea when his the blonde elf entered the room. She smiled at Harry but said nothing as she went about making her own tea. He only just noticed that she was very quick about it, as if using magic, but she held no wand.

"How do you do that?" Harry had asked, as she turned to face him, sipping her tea. "Hmm...?" She questioned.

"The tea. It's like you were using magic, but I didn't see it."

"Oh," she giggled. "I'm an elf." Almost unconsciously, she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her slightly pointed ears.

"I've never met an elf before," he said.

"Oh! Well I'm glad to have been your first elf," her musical laughter dancing through the room. "But with the tea. Yes, I was using magic. Not the same as yours, but magic nonetheless."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, elves are magical creatures too, but not nearly as powerful magically as wizards. Instead of harnessing magic, we manipulate the magic around us. We're very attuned to the magic in the air and it to us. I simply asked the magic to heat up my tea." She sipped at her tea again. "That is why the Children of Alatariel have such a strong connection with elemental magic. It's a mixture of both races."

"Then why do the elves live separately from wizards? Couldn't you live as we do?"

"It's not so simple. elves have the gift of foresight. I believe wizards have something similar, called "seeing"? It is part of how we are able to manipulate the magic around us. But it becomes difficult for us to spend much time with others, too many people attempting to change their futures for their own benefit."

"Doesn't it get boring always knowing what's going to happen before it happens?" Harry asked in awe, to which Elenya could only laugh.

Her light squeeze on his shoulder brought him out of his memories and back to his father's sitting room.

"I'm being overemotional aren't I?" Harry asked. His father and his lover both nodded while Elenya pulled him into a hug. Harry had never felt this sort of a connection to a woman before, part of the reason he knew he was gay, but as he hugged the blond woman he felt oddly content. Not in the smothering way of Molly Weasley, but in the way he had always hoped his own mother would be. She pulled away and smiled at him.

"You should probably leave for the feast now." Harry nodded and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand to drag him from the room. He pretended not to notice when Elenya kissed his father goodbye before climbing into the floo. He felt the rush of longing, love, sadness and... was that arousal? from his father as he watched her go. Draco squeezed Harry's hand causing him to turn his attention to the blond. As he leaned in to kiss him he wondered vaguely how he was supposed to hide his love for Draco from his friends.

* * *

His father entered the Hall first, from the teacher's entrance, and took his place at the High Table. The Welcoming Feast hadn't yet started, the other students were just settling down at their house tables when Draco left Harry to sit with the other Slytherins. They'd already decided to pretend nothing had happened between them yet, at least until they'd had a chance to tell their friends. Harry was worried about how long he would be able to go without being near the blond. In the past two weeks they'd spent little time apart and the few times they did Harry would begin to feel overemotional and sore.

His father told him that it was a symptom of their newly formed bond. It would eventually fade with time, but never fully and Harry and Draco would always feel discontent when apart for too long. Harry assumed his father spoke from experience with his own Mate and couldn't help but feel sorrowful for the elder Dinaer.

Harry waited five minutes after Draco had left before entering the Great Hall. Unfortunately that five minutes had been enough time for everyone to find a seat and as a result every head turned to watch his arrival. He didn't notice the appraising looks he received from the witches and even some of the wizards as he walked to his seat. He made sure not to look at Draco, even though his Dinaer instincts were telling him to search out his Mate and assure his safety, and headed straight for his usual spot at the Gryffindor table between Ron and Hermione.

He didn't hear the gossiping whispers pass through the tables, like large a game of telephone, as everyone wondered about his changed appearance. Once Harry took his seat every Gryffindor within earshot was throwing questions at him.

"Why weren't you on the train Mate?" Asked Seamus Finnegan.

"Harry, why do you look so different?" Lavender Brown questioned.

"How come you were late Harry?" Dean Thomas threw out.

It was all too much for Harry to deal with and in exasperation he held up his hand for silence. Had Harry tried that last year he probably would have been laughed from the Hall but, whether from Harry's intimidating new image or sheer curiosity, the table fell silent.

"A lot happened over the summer." His newly acquired basso profundo caused many of the students to share looks of surprise and desire. "I'm not going to get into it right now. I'll tell you all in the common room."

It wasn't enough to satisfy their curiosity, but they all recognized Harry's serious tone of voice and held their questions. He fought the urge to look at Draco while he watched as the first years were sorted. Once Dumbledore had given his perfunctory speech and the food had magically appeared on the table, he turned to his two best friends. Ron gave him a strained smile before filling his plate with food, but Hermione grasped his hand under the table and leaned over to whisper "Don't worry Harry. We'll always be here for you."

He turned to the only female he'd ever been friends with and smiled. "Thanks 'Mione." She smiled back at him before turning back to her plate. Harry listened to the usual back to school chatter with little interest, eating only out of necessity. He'd begun to feel on edge and slightly ill, having been apart from his Mate for too long, and fighting the impulse to check on him was growing more difficult by the second. He wondered if Draco was feeling the same way, but didn't want to interrupt the blond's reunion with his friends by asking.

"God," Ron's disgusted voice cut through his thoughts. "Malfoy's only just arrived back and he's practically getting it on with Parkinson." Harry's head shot up so fast it caused a few students seated around him to jump. He searched across the Hall and sure enough Draco was well on his way to "getting it on" with Pansy Parkinson. Pansy was seated comfortably on his lap, nestled in his arms which were wrapped around her waist, laughing along with the rest of the Slytherins at something Draco had just said.

Harry had never before understood the expression "seeing red" until that very moment, when everything in his vision momentarily faded crimson. He could faintly make out his father's voice echoing in his head, something along the lines of 'No Harry' and 'Stop right now Harry!' but he chose to ignore them as he pushed back the bench he was seated at. The other Gryffindors gasped, some at Harry's uncharacteristic show of strength and others in fear of having his wrath directed at them. He didn't see the looks of horror from the other students or Professors as the back of his school shirt and robes tore open to reveal his long blue-black wings.

He was across the Hall in ten swift steps, pushing nameless Slytherins out of the way to reach his victim. He roughly grabbed the bench his Mate and three other students were seated at, and pulled it backwards causing them all to hit the floor. Harry could feel the fear thick around him, especially that which came from his Mate but he paid it no mind as he grabbed Pansy by her throat, pulling her to her feet. Her toes brushed the ground as he held up above him, watching the blood rush to her face with purely animalistic satisfaction. He ignored both his father’s and Draco's pleas in his head before his father’s voice finally rang loudly over the chaos.

"HARRY! Put her down." Harry spared a glanced at the High Table to see the Headmaster watching him sadly and the other Professor’s looks of shock. He caught his father’s eye before nodding once and turning back to his victim. He pulled Pansy's face close to his, allowing her feet to touch the ground and finally draw a breath. His eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Touch him again Parkinson, and I will happily kill you." He dropped her forcefully to the ground before turning to his Mate, who was watching him with wide eyes.

Harry growled deep in his throat before grabbing Draco's blond hair roughly and pulling their mouths together. He kissed him intensely, biting his lips just enough to draw blood. Harry's wings were fully extended, noticeably shaking with the force of his emotions. He ended the kiss in time to see the looks of shock on the other students faces and his father walking towards him purposefully. He looked into his Mate's eyes to see them glazed silver with desire and he felt the rush of arousal encompass both of them.

"Come Harry," his father spoke softly, not wanting to alarm the Feral Dinaer. Harry almost laughed at the looks of amazement the surrounding Slytherins gave their Head of House for calling Harry by his given name, but only nodded instead. He took hold of Draco's hand, and avoiding the heated gaze of the Gryffindor table, followed his father from the Great Hall.

* * *

His father practically pushed both of them into Harry's room in the dungeons before closing the door behind him. Harry never appreciated his father more than at that second as he brusquely pushed Draco onto their bed. As he stood over his Mate he could feel the mingled fear and desire pouring through the room.

"What the fuck what that little display about Draco?" Harry asked as he moved to straddle to blond.

"Nothing! She's like my sister!" Harry would never tell Draco, but he lived for the moments when the cool Malfoy mask fell, revealing his Mate's strong emotions, whether it be anger or fear.

"Don't ever let anyone touch you like that again." As he spoke he tore at the front of Draco's shirt, causing buttons to scatter across the bed. "You're lucky I didn't kill her."

Draco's mind was reeling as the Dinaer pulled off his robe and tie. He knew Dinaer's were jealous by nature by he never though it would go this far. He'd seen his Godfather Feral once before and remembered clearly how scary it was. Now, as he watched Harry tear off his pants, he couldn't help but feel turned on.

"Let me." Draco, not wanting the rest of his school uniform to be shredded, pulled out his wand and banished their clothes away. Harry growled his approval before quickly flipping Draco over onto his hands and knees.

Not bothering with preparation of any sort Harry pressed the tip of his erection against the blond's opening. "You're mine Draco!" He twisted his hands through Draco's shoulder length hair. "Say it!"

"Yours!" He cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure as Harry thrust deeply into him. It felt as if he was being torn open, but as Harry pulled out and thrust in again hitting his prostate, all thoughts of pain fled him.

"Say it again!" Harry pushed in again, as he reached around to grab Draco's cock, sliding his hand along the length in time with his thrusts.

"Yours! All yours! Fuck!" Draco whined in pleasure causing Harry to smirk behind him. As Draco's orgasm began to build he called out Harry's name repeatedly, eventually spilling into his lover's hand as he keened a loud "Yesss!"

Harry grasped either side of Draco's hips and thrust a few more times before releasing into the blond. He used his hand on Draco's back to push them both down onto the bed, and not bothering to pull out, quickly fell asleep.

Harry awoke not ten minutes later when he tried to roll onto his back, his wings blocking the maneuver. He groaned loudly when he heard a knock at the door, his Dinaer senses telling him it was his father.

'Yes?'

'I'd like to see both you and Draco in my rooms within the next ten minutes.' Harry mentally cringed at his father's tone of thought. He rolled over to find Draco watching him with wide frightened eyes. Harry buried his feelings of guilt and pulled his Mate into his arms.

"I love you, Draco." He whispered close to his ear. He felt Draco's body untense as he replied. "I love you, Harry." They both stood to get dressed and Harry paled slightly when he saw the streaks of blood running down Draco's legs. He kissed him softly and cast a gentle Scourgify over them both and mended their clothes, leaving his shirt open in the back for his wings which refused to be willed away.

They walked hand in hand to his father's rooms. Draco sat down, but Harry, who was unable to, stood and faced his father. He father looked at him for a moment before speaking.

"They won't go away?" He asked, gesturing to his son's wings. Harry only nodded and slightly stretched said wings.

"Do you know what happened out there?" He father asked gently, still wary of his son's mental state.

"I freaked the fuck out?" Harry asked bluntly. "I ruined all chances of hiding anything all because I got jealous."

"Well yes, but it's not that simple." The elder Dinaer spoke. "When a Dinaer is overcome with a strong emotion they feel the need to release their wings and become offensive. At a certain point that changes and they become defensive. When that happens, it's referred to as Ferality. When a Dinaer becomes Feral they forget everything else except the creature they are. It's one of the reasons Dinaer are classified as Dark Creatures.

"We'll attack our best friends if they stand in our way, or we suspect they are harming our Mate. It's important not to provoke an already emotional Dinaer," he threw a quick glare at Draco. "Your Mate should have known not to allow Miss Parkinson to tempt you, but I believe he didn't know what would happen."

"Am I going to be expelled? The Headmaster looked really upset with me." Harry glanced nervously at his father.

"No of course not. We may be Dark Creatures, but we are still Magical Creatures nonetheless. The law states that you are well within your rights to protect your Mate from anything you feel is harmful to him or her. The Headmaster was just upset to see his Golden Boy become a Feral Dinaer before his eyes." He smirked slightly.

Harry sighed audibly. "I have to go to Gryffindor tower and talk to everyone. They must be wondering."

"Ahh, I think it's best if you slept in your room in the dungeon tonight Harry."

"Why?" Harry felt his anger flare and he realized that he may still be slightly Feral.

"They didn't take your public declaration of love very well." His father said with a hint of amusement.

"Well I need to go talk to them. It won't get better if I let it wait." He looked at his father who nodded his consent.

"I'll go with you, Love." Draco added when Harry started to walk towards the door. Harry looked at him nervously. "I'm not sure that would be for the best."

"I'll just wait outside of the common room for you. I don't want you to go alone." Harry could tell Draco wasn't going to give up so he finally nodded in defeat. They were almost to the door when his father's voice stopped them.

"By the way, Harry," He added. "I'm going to soundproof your room if you two don't learn how to use a Silencing Charm." Harry could feel the humor from his father before he stuck his tongue out at him and ducked into the hallway.

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They were standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait when Harry realized he didn't know the password. Suddenly he heard his father voice in his mind. 'It's Animagus.' Harry quickly thanked his father and kissed Draco good bye before climbing into the common room.

At his arrival every person turned to stare at him, very few of them bothering to hide their looks of disgust. He ignored them at turned towards the fireplace where his friends usually sat. He walked over to find Ron, Hermione, Seamus and Dean. They looked at him questioningly as he cleared his throat.

"Hi guys." He spoke quietly. He silently thanked Merlin for his Dinaer sense of confidence.

"Harry," Hermione breathed and pulled him into an awkward hug; his wings were still present due to the Ferality. "What happened?"

"Well," He started, not sure where to begin. "Like I said, I had a crazy summer." He told them everything from his mother’s letter to spending the rest of the summer hols with his newfound father. Most of them had grown up in wizarding families and knew more about the Dinaer than he did. They took the information much better than he'd expected, many of them oohing over his wings and clucking in "sympathy" over having Snape as a parent. When he was done he noticed the expectant looks from his house mates.

"That's all fine and good, Harry," Seamus spoke. "But you kind of left out the part where you almost killed Parkinson and snogged Malfoy during dinner." There were murmurs of agreement through out the common room and Harry sighed. He hadn't mentioned Draco yet, and he'd rather hoped they'd all forgotten. At that, he heard a mental snort in his head, which he wasn't sure belonged to Draco or his father.

"Well, I kind of went crazy." He heard a couple giggles. "Um, it's called Ferality."

"Oh!" Hermione spoke up. "That's when you feel threatened or your Mate is threatened, right? That's why you still have your wings right now!" Harry smiled at his overly smart friend before continuing on.

"Yeah, but it's kind of dangerous. I forget who I am and only think about the Dinaer instincts. My father said I'd attack my best friend if I thought he threatened me." He looked at Ron who watched him closely but said nothing.

"But why did you freak out tonight then?" Dean asked. "Pansy wasn't threatening you, she was just all over Malfoy like usu..." He trailed off and his eyes grew wide with realization. "She threatened your Mate didn't she?"

Harry nodded silently and the whole room broke out in shouting. Harry stood up straight and extended his wings threateningly, causing the Gryffindors to recall his words about "attacking his best friend."

"Harry you can't be serious!" Hermione cried, clutching at his hand. Harry pulled his arm from her grasp and shot her a dark look. "I am serious. Draco is my Mate and there is nothing you can do to stop it."

"But, you don't have to accept the bond!" Hermione added. "I read that Mates don't have to be together if they don't want."

"I want to!" Harry yelled at her. "I can't believe you would even suggest that! You have no idea what you're talking about!"

Her face darkened with anger. "Harry James Potter, I know exactly what I am talking about." The rest of the common room grew silent as they watched the row. "It's not like with other Creatures. You won't die if he dies! Just don't make the bond!"

"The bond has already been made Hermione." He spat her name out.

"AHA!" She screamed. "I knew it! You're just doing this for sex!" And very suddenly, Harry lost the fight with his inner Dinaer, his hand flying out to slap his best friend. He heard the gasps from around the room and even the gasps in his mind.

Then Ron, who up until that point had yet to speak or even move, jumped up and punched Harry hard in the face. Harry felt the blood pour from his busted lip as he pushed Ron to the ground and punched him back. Ron seemed to realize his mistake when he had a fully Feral Dinaer straddling his hips, and attempted to scramble out from under his best friend, who pulled back and punched him again, effectively breaking his nose.

No one noticed the common room door open, or saw Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape push into the crowd to break up the fight. They did see Professor Snape for the first time without his robes and watched in amazement as his own set of wings pushed through his white dress shirt as he pulled his son off of his best friend and into his arms.

His father held him tightly against his chest as he struggled to be released. Then Harry felt an odd sort of drowsiness settle over him and he stopped moving, dropping to his knees on the ground. He looked at his father’s face and automatically knew the inner peace was something of the elder Dinaer's doing. Professor McGonagall helped Ron to his feet and the crowd watched as Harry bowed his head in compliance to his father, both Dinaer's set of wings fully extended.

Eventually the calming lull subsided and Harry stood up to face his "friends." Neither teacher intervened at the silent show down and eventually Hermione said.

"You can fight the bond Harry. It won't be easy but we'll help you!" Harry rolled his eyes and heard his father snort his contempt.

"I'm not going to fight the bond." He voice was dark and low with Ferality.

"We'll it's him or us." Ron finally spoke, his voice nasal through the broken nose. "Either choose that Death Eater Malfoy or us. Your friends."

"I don't see any friends." Harry spoke coldly before turning to leave.

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"When I said you would pounce on Draco at the Welcoming Feast I was only joking you know." His father drawled as he dabbed a healing potion on Harry's bleeding lip. Harry hissed at the sting and tightened his grip on Draco's hand. He had yet to let go of his Mate after the fiasco in the Gryffindor tower.

"I just can't believe it." He fumed. "I expected Hermione, at least, to understand." He sighed and pulled Draco against his chest in a hug. He rested his chin on top of the blonde's head. "And even if they do accept it, things will never be the same after today."

"Maybe you shouldn't have slapped the little chit," his father said casually. Harry threw him a dark glance.

"Dear Merlin," Draco's voice shook with laughter. "I can't believe you did that."

"I can't believe you think it's funny!" Harry cried in exasperation.

"Hey, I've thought Granger needed that since the day she punched me in third year." Harry snorted with laughter. "I forgot about that," he laughed. "You deserved it ya' know."

Draco only shrugged. "Maybe, but still. She asked for it today. Claiming it was only sex, saying she knew what she was talking about." He rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch.

Harry, who was finally able to will away his wings, sat down next to him. He turned to his father who was reading a potions magazine. "What did you do to me?" He asked. "I felt all calm suddenly."

"I am your father," He said nonchalantly, flipping through the pages. "It's in our nature to care for one another."

Harry thought for a few minutes before speaking. "Well after that display you'll never have to worry about misbehaved Gryffindors again." He said finally, causing his father to look up with interest. "Anyone who wasn't frightened of you before is sure as Hell scared of you now."
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