Dinaer

AN- Where to begin? Technology is the bane of my existence. I lost my computer for about four days three weeks ago, due to some type of viruses. When I got it back my Beta suggested I change some things in the story, and THENNNN my computer died again for TWO WEEKS! Sooo, ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS later, my computer is back in commision. I hope you all can forgive me. Also, because of all the time I didn't have a computer I'm real behind on school work, so I won't be able to update as often as I used to. But I don't think it will ever go this long again.

ps- I didn't want to keep you all waiting any longer so this chapter is un-beta'd for the time being. Any mistakes are completely my own :)

pss- Someone asked me how to pronounce Dinaer. It's really up to you, as it is a made-up word and that is one of the joys of reading :) but I can tell you that I always prnounce is like DINE- AIR.
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Later that night Draco told Harry he needed to go to the Slytherin dungeons and talk to his friends. He hadn't had a chance to really tell them about everything that was going on, most of them didn't even know what had actually happened during the welcoming feast.

"Stay away from Parkinson. If I smell her on you, I'll kill her." Harry warned, eyes narrowed as he watched his Mate get ready to leave.

"Harry," Draco sighed. "Pansy is one of my best friends. She's like my sister. I love her sure, but nothing like what I feel for you." He reached for the Gryffindor's hand and pressed the palm firmly against his heart. Harry could feel each beat, sensed the blood coursing through his lover's veins. He leaned into the touch and brought their faces close together, lips caressing in a whisper of a kiss.

"I can't help being jealous, it's in my nature." He pressed their mouths together firmly. "But I'll try to control it."

Draco smiled sweetly before pulling away to finish getting dressed. "Besides, Pansy and Blaise are practically married. You've got nothing to worry about there."

"Zabini and Parkinson?" Harry screwed up his face in thought. "Totally weird."

Draco rolled his eyes before kissing Harry once more and strolling out the door. Harry sighed as he watched him go, the Mate bond already thrumming in anxiety. Not wanting to sit around worrying, Harry decided to find his father and have a long overdue talk.

He felt the tingle of magic washing over his skin as he breeched the wards of father's chambers. With the reassurance of a previous conversation, he didn't bother to knock before walking through the door. When he walked into the sitting room and found his father asleep with his head in Elenya's lap as she read a book, her fingers slowly raking through the ebony locks, Harry couldn't help but feel as if he was intruding on a personal moment. The feelings of love and comfort thick in the air, Harry shifted apprehensively at having caught his father so relaxed and unguarded.

"Harry," Elenya looked up from her book and smiled. "Come in, sit down. How are you?" Harry sat down in a over stuffed hair across from the couch and glanced nervously at his father before answering.

"Good, I was just hoping I could talk to my Father."

Elenya, noticing Harry's discomfort pushed slightly at the head in her lap. "Melamin," the older Dinaer shifted slightly and mumbled something under his breath before settling farther against the couch. "Severus, wake up."

Severus cracked his eyes open, an annoyed expression flitting across his face to be replaced with surprise. He quickly sat up and wiped his mouth, while Elenya giggled at his reaction.

"Harry," he cleared his throat. "When did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago. I was hoping we could talk actually."

"Sure, what did you need?" As he sat up straighter, Elenya rose off the couch to fetch a tea service. Once they all had a cup of tea and were settled comfortably Harry spoke up.

"Well I've been thinking about the dream... vision... whatever it was that I had the other night. You said that you think Voldemort sent it to me on purpose. Does he know what we are?"

"I never felt the need to disclose the information to him, and I don't believe Lily did either. Are you worried that he might?"

"Not exactly worried, but..." Harry paused to gather his thoughts. "Well, in the prophecy made out about us, it says 'But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not' and I was thinking... What if my Dinaer inheritance is the power?"

His father studied him serious for a few moments, "That is a distinct possibility. In fact, Elenya and I were just speaking about that."

"You were?" He turned curious green eyes to the Elf before looking back to his father. "So you think I'm right? You think it's the power?"

"It could very well be. We have some ideas." His father looked to Elenya who smiled at Harry.

"Do you know what I do for a living?" She asked politely as she took a sip of her tea. Harry shook his head, curiosity showing on his face.

"I'm a Potions teacher too." She giggled slightly at Harry's alarmed expression. "Don't worry, I'm much nicer than Sev," She winked.

"Where do you teach at?"

"Templa Arrow Academy. It's a school for Elf children, a lot like Hogwarts but with a few differences. One major difference is that we teach Elemental Magic."

"Like what I can do? You can teach that?"

"Yes, in fact, my brother and sister are the Elements professors. My brother Tarion teaches Water and Wind, while my sister Valanya teaches Earth and Fire. If it's okay with you, I'd like to invite them here to teach you."

"Couldn't you teach it to me? Or my father?"

"We could," Elenya smiled gently. "But neither of us are Masters. We each know enough to get by, but if you want to reach true Elemental Ascendance, you'll have to delve much farther into the subjects."

Harry nodded slowly, "Okay, that sounds good. When can they come?"

"Ehtele'mele, Vernal Equinox, is in twenty-two days. There is a two week break from classes and we should all be able to stay here for that time."

"Great," His father huffed. "The terror-triplets sharing my chambers." Elenya laughed and swatted her lover playfully.

"You're a triplet?" Harry asked.

"Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, in order of our birth." She nodded laughing. Harry gave her an odd look but didn't bother questioning it.

"Are you worried about class tomorrow, Harry?" His father asked him seriously. Harry shrugged slightly. He wasn't sure how he felt about what had happened earlier that night. Part of him was relieved; he hadn't had much faith in his ability to hide both his inheritance and his relationship with Draco, and now that they were out in the open Harry felt as if a weight had lifted. Another part of him felt ashamed; he'd thoroughly embarrassed himself and claimed Draco like a brood mare in front of the whole school. Draco wouldn't let on, Harry knew, but he could sense through their bond the blond’s apprehension at anyone looking down on the Malfoy name.

But the biggest part of Harry was enraged. He had had put so much faith in his friendship with Ron and Hermione, and the fact that they had both been so against his Mate really hurt. He didn't for a second regret slapping Hermione or punching Ron. He wasn't proud of his actions so far, but he wouldn't pretend that they hadn't made him feel just a little bit better. Idly Harry wondered whether this attitude was one of his own or from his Dinaer inheritance. Either way, Harry wasn't about to let his so called friends walk over him any longer.

"Not really. More like... resigned. I realize getting into it with the whole of Gryffindor House probably wasn't the best idea, but it's too late to change it. Besides, Seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors share most of their classes so I'll have Draco most of the time. And when I don't, I can handle it."

"I'm glad you've decided to be mature about this whole thing. Hiding who you are is never best, and if your friends can't accept you then they're not your true friends."

Harry wasn't sure if his father's words were supposed to encourage him but they did nonetheless. What he didn't realize was that on the other side of the dungeons a similar conversation was taking place.

* * *

Draco couldn't help feeling slightly nervous as he walked towards the Slytherin Common room, but he hid it well under a calm of calm cool Malfoy confidence. If he knew his friends, they'd be accepting of the bond. Most of them were purebloods, raised to revere magical creatures, especially one as strong as the Dinaer. It was the muggleborns and half-bloods that spread the fear and negative propaganda about the Dinaer. As a strong wizard Draco was able to appreciate that way the Dinaer had protected their own in the war against Wizards. Any creature, magical or not, would fight back against an attack to their family. When the Ministry couldn't deal with their own losses they'd made the Dinaer out to be vicious, heartless beasts.

Throwing up a silent plea to Merlin and any Deities that might be listening, Draco steeled himself and walked through the portrait hole to the common room. On the way to the Slytherin dungeons Draco had thought up and prepared himself for any reactions he might receive from his friends. However, he was not prepared for the sharp slap across the face that greeted him.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" His best friend’s voice shrieked loudly. "What in the HELL were you thinking, letting me sit on your lap like that! You should have known better than to tempt a Dinaer like that!"

Draco winced at the tone of voice and rubbed his hot cheek. "I didn't do it on purpose Pansy, I'm not an idiot." She snorted, but didn't say anything, instead walking to sit on a couch by the main fire. Draco followed her and took a seat among his fellow Seventh years. After a few minutes silence Blaise Zabini finally asked the question on everyone's mind.

"Soo... How did you end up as Potter's Mate?" With all eyes on him, Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Well obviously we were born Mated, Blaise."

"Yeah yeah, we all know that. I mean, what happened this Summer?" And with that opening, the Prince of Slytherin launched into his story of how he had ended up with the once hated God of Gryffindor.

"...I wanted to tell you all this before it got out, but as you can see, it didn't exactly go according to plan." A few people snorted and laughed.

"Did he really slap Granger?" Millicent Bulstrode asked excitedly.

"How did you guys hear about that?" Draco asked incredulously.

"I saw Weasley walking to the Hospital wing with a bloody nose, and that bitch Granger prancing around him whining about the loss of their best friend or whatever." Gregory Goyle answered.

"Well, I didn't see it happen, but I heard most of it," He tapped his temple referring to the mind link. "It got so bad Severus had to pull Harry off of Weasley and lull him out of Ferality."

"Intense..." Pansy breathed.

"Well, that seals it. Potter is okay in my book." Blaise laughed, before turning serious. "Uh Draco, I don't suppose you've seen the Quidditch board..." He trailed off.

"No, why?"

"The Gryffindor team has already kicked Harry off the team. He was on it when I checked after dinner, but I walked by it about twenty minutes ago and his name is gone."

"Fucking bastards!" Draco growled, slamming his fist against the arm of his chair. "Harry is going to be so pissed off."

"Those "brave lions" sure don't waste any time turning against their own, do they?" Pansy sneered.

Draco sighed. "Bunch of pathetic worthless traitors..." he mumbled under his breath.

"I hate to interrupt but uh, is our Slytherin Start of Term Party tradition still on? Because I've got a shitload of Firewhiskey under my bed and I'd rather it not stay there for very long. Those damn house elves like to rat students out."

"Yeah, you guys have fun. I need to get back to Harry, I can already feel the strain in our bond." He started to stand up but stopped as Pansy waved him off.

"Please Draco, we can't have a party without you." She winked. "Just invite Harry. Or better yet, I will. I think we should have a talk anyway. Where is he?"

Draco eyes his friend warily before slowly nodding his consent. He closed his eyes and mentally followed the bond linking him to his love.

"On the entry steps outside. Don't make me have to come break up a fight. I really don't want to spend all night scraping you off the floor."

Pansy rolled her eyes as she walked out of the common room.

* * *

Harry was practically buzzing with separation anxiety, but he refused to search out his Mate. He wanted to prove to Draco that he was capable of allowing the blond to live his own life. He could sense her uncertainty before he could smell her. The scent of lilac that he had previously warned Draco against. He spun around quickly, eyes flashing and watched as she jumped slightly.

"Parkinson." His voice low, edged with Ferality. Pansy held her hands up palms forward in a show of truce.

"Hi Harry," she spoke lowly, familiar with the best way to deal with a Feral Dinaer. "I was hoping we could talk?"

Harry looked at her curiously, then waved to the ground before resuming his seat on the top step. Pansy sat down next to him, far away enough to not intrude on his personal space.

"First of all, I'd like to apologize."

Harry glanced at her sharply. "You want to apologize? I almost killed you! I would have if my father hadn't stopped me."

Pansy swallowed roughly, "Yes, but I never should have put you in that position. Of course, Draco shouldn't have let me put you in that position." Harry snorted, nodding.

"But also Harry, I hope we can be friends." Harry didn't even try to hide his shock, letting his mouth fall open in an imitation of a fish. "I consider Draco to be my best friend, and I don't want to be at odds with the man of my best friend’s dreams." Harry used this time to take advantage of his Dinaer abilities, pushing his magic to sense her sincerity. When he finally came to the conclusion that Pansy did indeed want to be friends, he held out his hand in a show of good faith.

"Thank you Pansy." She clasped his hand briefly and smiled. "Now, uh, where's my boyfriend gotten to?" Pansy's smiled grew into a playful grin.

"Ahh, Slytherin's Start of Term Party tradition. Basically it's just an excuse to get drunk and catch up. We want you to come."

"We?"

"My and the other Slytherins."

"Oh now I know you're lying."

"Pfft, no. Come on!" She grabbed his hand, and before Harry had a second to consider such a bizarre move, he was halfway to the Slytherin dungeons.

* * *

Draco was just taking his fourth consecutive shot of Firewhiskey amid loud music and cheers when Harry stepped into the dungeon. Well on his way to being drunk Draco smiled widely, drinking the fifth shot pressed into his hand before slinking over to his Dinaer. Harry, who found the sight of a inebriated Draco slightly amusing, smiled crookedly at him.

"You came," Draco smiled and pressed his mouth to Harry's in a messy kiss, Harry savoring the taste of whiskey and Draco. When they pulled apart a round of cheers and wolf whistles went up around the room. Blaise stumbled over and handed a bottle of Firewhiskey to Harry along with a shot glass.

"Welcome to the party."

Harry smiled before taking a long drink from the bottle, laughing when everyone cheered. Draco clasped his hand and led his to the couch closest to the fire, they were soon joined by Pansy and Blaise. As they spent the next hour talking and becoming increasingly drunk, Harry couldn't help but notice the couples that found no problem with public affection. When Draco caught Harry watching one such couple he moved closer to the Dinaer and began trailing warm wet kisses along his neck.

"We Slytherin's don't find anything wrong with public displays of affection," He murmured, licking a path up Harry's neck to suck gently behind his ear.

"I see that," Harry's voice, husky with desire, shot a wave of arousal through Draco, and he soon found himself straddling the Gryffindor's slim hips as he bit lightly at the smooth pale skin within his reach.

Harry briefly looked around the common room, he knew that everyone could see them but nobody seemed to be paying much attention to them, and with that in mind Harry slid his hands into Draco's long blond hair and pulled their mouths together in a searing kiss. Harry made quick work of the buttons on Draco's robe, opening it to hide them both from any wandering eyes.

Still entwined in a kiss, Draco began to unzip Harry's trousers, slipping his hand inside to pull the hard length free. He twirled his thumb through the precum gathered at the tip, just enough lubrication to slowly stroke the Dinaer. Harry growled low in his throat before exercising his wandless magic by banishing the blond’s pants.

Draco's yelp of surprise was muffled by Harry's greedy mouth, but even the strong Dinaer couldn't stifle the gasp of pleasure from Harry's whispered lubrication and stretching spell. With his mouth on Draco's neck and his hands on the blond's hips, Harry slowly guided his Mate onto his leaking cock in front of half of Slytherin house.

Draco threw back his head and hissed in pleasure as the brunet began thrusting upwards gently. Harry bit at his Mate's neck, breaking the thin pale skin drawing warm coppery blood into his mouth. The harder he sucked at the wound the louder Draco begged, until he finally screamed his release. Harry felt the hot cum coat his bare stomach as he thrust hard once more, calling Draco's name as he spilled himself into the blond.

The two leaned against each other, panting as they attempted to catch their breath. Eventually Harry pushed Draco gently up and off of him, whispering a cleaning charm and magicking Draco's pants back into place. Draco pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before cuddling up against the Dinaer.

When the two finally looked up at the other students currently in the common room, they found that only the Seventh years remained and every face was turned towards them, all in different states of shock and arousal.

"Oh like you've never done it in the common room," Draco huffed and rolled his eyes.

It was at that moment that Harry realized just how much his life had truly changed.

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Harry awoke when he heard Draco’s low moaning next to him in bed. A quick Tempus told him they had missed breakfast and only had ten minutes to get to their first class, which was of course Double Potions with the Gryffindors. Harry rolled his eyes at the thought of facing his old friends, but was pulled from the thought when his Mate moaned again.

“Stop the world, I need to get off.” The blonde pushed his face underneath the pillow and pulled the covers over his head.

“Come on Love, we’re late.” He tapped Draco on the arse lightly before bouncing into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he returned pulling a shirt over his messy hair he noticed Draco’s bleary glare.

“Well aren’t you just sunshine and sugar today.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Don’t make me drag you to class in your pajamas.” The Slytherin threw Harry a scandalized look before rushing to get dressed.

They made it to class only just missing the late bell. He flashed his father a bright smile and slipping into a seat next to Pansy, his father, to his credit, refrained from commenting.

Father Dearest, do you think you could give my boyfriend a Sobering Solution? He batted his eyes lovingly at the elder Dinaer, who turned to write the class instructions on the board.

Maybe your boyfriend shouldn’t have drank so much, hmm?
Yes well, be that as it may, I can feel his suffering through the bond and its making me want to drag him back to bed and make sure he’s okay.

That’s a Dinaer instict. He silently slipped a small vial into Draco’s hand, who smiled gratefully at him.

“I hadn’t realized this was a class of first years that don’t know to get to work!” His father barked, causing several people, mostly Gryffindors, jumped at the sudden harsh tone before rushing to start their potions.

How come I’m not hung over? I drank just as much, if not more.

Dinaer cannot become intoxicated. Harry hummed thoughtfully and gave the equivalent of a mental shrug before turning to his cauldron as his father walked into the store room.

He hadn’t once glanced at the Gryffindors in the room, but watched Pansy’s end of the glare-a-thon. He could feel the eyes boring into the back of his head but ignored it. He couldn’t however, ignore it when Ron turned to Hermione and began whispering.

“Look at them all, staggering in here drunk, late for class.” The disgust was clearly evident in his voice, Hermione made a noise of agreement.

“And the Greasy Git just lets them get away with it!”

Harry spun around quickly and pinned Ron with a withering glare. “I’d watch what you say about my father if I was you, Weasley.”

“What are you going to do about it Potter? Grow wings and peck me to death?”

“I just might,” Harry growled slowly raising from his seat. He ignored Draco’s voice in his head telling him to sit down, however when his fathers hand pushed down gently on his shoulder he retook his seat after shooting Ron a final death glare.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor, for insulting a teacher, instigating a fight, and being irritating.”

“What?!”

“Another ten points, for talking back.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Ten more points, and I assure you, I am not ‘kidding’.” Ron opened his mouth to speak again but the Potions Master cut him off. “Care to make it more Mr. Weasley? You’re not looking too popular with your house mates right about now.”

He was right, the Slytherins were smirking and attempting to hide their giggles behind their hands, but the Gryffindors were obviously wishing for Ron’s sudden death. Ron flushed a dark shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair before sitting back down.

The rest of class was uneventful. Harry had to admit it was a little weird being taught by what he now knew to be his father. At one point the Potions Master asked him a question and it wasn’t until Pansy elbowed him in the ribs that he realized he’d spoken back through the Dinaer link.

After Potions they had Herbology, also with the Gryffindors. Halfway across the field towards the green houses, Hermione grabbed Harry’s shoulder to stop him.

“Can I talk to you?”
“I don’t think Harry has anything to say to you Granger.” Draco sneered next to him.

“Sure. What do you want Hermione?”

“Uhm, can I talk to you alone?” She shot the Slytherin a dark look before looking up at Harry pleadingly.

“Anything you say to me Draco will hear so you might as well just say it in front of him.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. “You’re not even trying to make this easier on us, are you?”

“Why should I make this easy on anyone but myself Hermione? It’s my life, not yours.”

“We’re you’re friends!”

In a move of intimidation, Harry crossed his arms over his chest and stood up straight, causing Hermione to swallow visibly and Draco to cheer in his mind. “Were my friends.”

“Look Harry, I understood Professor Snape. I mean, he’s smart and a spy for the Order and he’s always been there for you through out the years saving your life. I get it; you love him, even if he is a complete arse. But Malfoy?! He’s dark and you know it! He’s practically waiting in line to take the Dark Mark! And he’s been so mean to us for all these years!”

Draco growled and attempted to pull his wand out but Harry held him back.

“Hermione,” his voice pleaded. “He’s my Mate!” None of that matters over the bond! We were stupid kids but we’ve grown up, and you should too. I love Draco. We were born to be together! You can’t just deny something that strong!”

“You know, Harry, I woke up this morning really mad at you. But then I thought about it and I realized how bad you must feel, so I decided I’d let you apologize and we could just put it all behind us, laugh about it later. But obviously I was wrong.”

“Obviously,” Draco spat.

Hermione huffed and walked away, Harry just watched her go.
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Elvish Phrases-

Melamin- My love

Templa- Magic

Valanya- Saturday

Tarion- Sunday

Elenya- Monday

Ehtele'mele- Vernal Equinox