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Adult ++
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Changing Lives
Title: Mother Knows Best – Changing Lives
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.
Warnings: M/M sex, rather rough and with a fair amount of blood
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.
Mother Knows Best
Changing Lives
April 9, nearing 9:30p.m.
Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as the smaller young man curled up on his lap. He ran his long fingers through Draco’s hair that had grown shaggy since graduation.
“Harry, please,” Draco mumbled into the kiss. “Please, be inside me, my love, my mate.”
Draco whimpered beautifully as Harry’s hands found his buttocks, squeezing them sexily.
“Harry, now,” Draco pleaded again.
Harry pulled Draco into his arms and grabbed his neck, pulling Draco in to a deep kiss. He felt Draco moan into his mouth and slid his hand between the two of them, reaching for the growing bulge in Draco’s pants. He rubbed his hand against the bulge and felt Draco press into the kiss even harder.
“Harry,” Draco whimpered as Harry begins to pull Draco’s clothes off him.
A shirt slid up and over Draco’s arms before their lips slam together again for another searing kiss.
“Harry,” Draco whimpered again. “Harry, wait.”
Harry took a deep breath and pulled away from Draco, looking into his eyes curiously. “Yes?” he asked, his chest heaving just a bit.
Draco stared down at him and seemed at a loss for words for a moment, before he whispered, “Harry, please, tie me up.”
“What?” Harry said in a breath.
“Please, I want you to be rough with me,” Draco begged, putting a soft pout into his silver eyes. “Will you be rough with me, my mate?”
Harry growled when he saw the softness and the teasing in Draco’s eyes and grabbed his thighs, hoisting him to his chest, before standing. He carried Draco to the poster bed, but to Draco’s surprise, didn’t stop at the bed.
Harry released Draco’s legs so the blond was standing on the ground once more, but before he could gain his bearings again, he was spun around, and Harry was shackling him to the wall.
“Where did . . . where did those come from?” Draco asked breathlessly as his arms were chained, his face to the wall.
“Magic,” Harry growled.
Draco felt hands on his hips and his cock throbbed, aching with the knowledge of what Harry could . . . what Harry would . . . do to him.
The hands on his hips suddenly clenched and Draco felt teeth scraping along his neck. The feeling was erotic as they scratched into his flesh, raising small droplets of blood, giving him goose bumps.
The teeth continued down his back, pausing every so often to bite at his shoulder blade, nip at his side, scratch down his spine. He felt Harry’s teeth bite into one of his buttocks and he gasped. Harry’s hands were still on his hips, still clenching like he needed a hold on this madness.
Teeth pulled away only to be replaced with something sharper.
CRACK!
Draco cried out in elation as he felt a cat-o-nine-tails whip cut into his fleshy buttocks. Harry hadn’t done it hard enough to hurt, only hard enough to draw blood. He heard Harry’s take a deep breath and could only assume he was taking in the smell of his blood.
“You’re mine, Draco,” Harry growled, much closer to Draco’s ear than he had thought.
“Yes,” Draco breathed as he felt the whip cut across his buttocks again. He could feel blood running down his cheek and he groaned as Harry’s lapped it up, a kitten at a saucer.
“Draco,” the patriarch groaned as he nuzzled Draco’s buttocks, rubbing his cheeks in the blood and licking it off his lips. “I want you.”
“Take me, my lord,” Draco whispered, his eyes wide as he felt a bloodied finger prodding at his entrance.
The shackles relaxed some and for a moment, Draco was disappointed, thinking he was to be released. But only for a moment. They relaxed just enough that Harry could pull his hips farther back and bend him over some with his arms still chained, his hands still clenching at the smooth wall.
The finger slipped in. Draco gasped, “Yesssss, Harry. . .”
Harry’s left hand wandered between Draco’s spread legs as his right one remained near Draco’s crack, slowly picking up speed as he finger fucked Draco’s arse.
“Harry,” Draco panted. He had hardly felt two more fingers slipping into him, but there were definitely three fingers pounding away at him now.
“Everything you’re doing is so . . . oooohhhh . . . magnified from the blood,” Draco whimpered. “It . . . it almost tickles. . . but n-not q-q-quite,” he said groaning.
He felt Harry’s naked, burning body pressed against his backside and he moaned wantonly, wanting all of that deliciously dominant, vampiric cock inside him. “Please, I’m ready,” he tried to assure Harry.
“Are you?” Harry groaned into his ear. He pressed himself against Draco’s backside, withdrawing his fingers slowly. He grasped his cock and teased Draco’s crack with it. “Do you want this inside you?” he whispered as he slowly began to push into the tiny, pulsing entrance.
“Potter . . .” Draco groaned, trying to sound angry. “Potter, if you don’t, I’ll . . .”
“If I don’t what, you’ll what?” Harry teased. Without warning, he suddenly slammed the rest of his cock into Draco.
“OH YES,” Draco shouted as he was shoved toward the wall. He felt fingers digging into his hips and could see Harry’s feet between his on the floor beneath them. He could also see blood dripping onto the carpet still and it awoke the senses in his buttocks. He felt their skin rubbing together, slickened with his blood, and he groaned, pushing back against Harry.
Harry got the message and started to thrust deeply into Draco’s channel. For a moment or two, neither spoke, then Harry made another declaration.
“Mine!”
He wrapped his fingers in Draco’s hair and pulled his head back, revealing his neck and his adam’s apple, bobbing when the blond swallowed in anticipation.
Harry’s tongue ran slowly across Draco’s neck and the blond shuddered at the feeling.
Harry rammed into Draco again, still gripping the blond hair. “Whose are you?” he growled in Draco’s ear, continuing his harsh thrusts.
“Y-yours,” Draco panted, shaking from the feelings of this new kind of sex. “Yours, Harry!”
The blood-lube was dripping onto the carpet. Draco felt Harry grabbing his wrists, finally releasing his hair, but it seemed his neck didn’t want to go forward, preferring to leave his head against Harry’s shoulder how it had been. His shackles clanked against the wall as he was pushed against it.
“H-Harry,” Draco gasped, warningly. He glanced down at his cock to see it throbbing, angry and purple, and he whimpered as he watched a bronze hand curl around it.
“Harry,” Draco gasped again as he thrust alternately forward and back between Harry’s cock and Harry’s hand, his head falling backward again. “H-. . .”
“Come for me,” Harry whispered, deathly quiet, licking and biting at Draco’s ear. He watched as Draco’s hands tried futilely to grip at the stones of the wall but prevented by his chains. He sensed Draco’s shoulders and legs clenching and shaking and he knew he was close. He felt undulating muscles grip his cock and watched his wall get splattered with his mate’s come as the blond impaled himself farther onto Harry’s cock.
“H-H-Harry,” Draco choked as his spunk sprayed the wall, lungs heaving and out of rhythm. He felt nails gripping his waist and seconds later, he felt himself filling with his mate’s fluids.
“I’ll love you forever,” Harry whispered, holding onto Draco’s trembling body while he magically banished the shackles. He lifted his shaky blond boyfriend and helped him to the bed.
After spelling them both clean and pulling a light sheet over Draco, Harry climbed into the bed, too, curling himself protectively around Draco.
For minutes, they just lay there, neither speaking, neither needing to speak.
“Draco, love, what’s wrong?” Harry asked when he felt Draco’s body shaking slightly. These tremors were different than earlier and his soul ached. His mate was crying.
“Draco,” Harry whispered as he stroked Draco’s hair back to see his eyes. “No. . .”
Tears were running silently down Draco’s porcelain cheeks, swift like messengers of some ill tidings.
“Draco, my love, my beauty, my mate, what ails you?” Harry asked, his voice deep and harsh as he watched his mate cry, locked in some misery that evaded Harry’s knowledge.
“Harry, I-. . .” Draco started before he choked. “I can’t. . . You will love me forever, but I will. . . I will age and I. . . I will die. I will leave you, so much sooner than we want. I will probably die in childbirth. Men aren’t supposed to bear. . . to bear children. I will die in less than a year and you will live on for centuries.”
“Draco. . .”
“We cannot belong to each other.”
“Draco, please,” Harry said calmly. “Please, do not say things like this anymore. I will fix things.”
“You can’t fix things, Harry!” Draco almost shouted. “Even my child will be immortal. If I don’t die in childbirth, so help me God, you and our son will outlive me anyway! I will die and be rotting away in the ground before either of you would even feel the twinges of illness! I AM MORTAL, HARRY! I have an immortal husband and will give birth to an immortal son, but I WILL STILL DIE!”
Draco collapsed into tears against Harry’s chest and didn’t hear any of Harry’s soothing words. He was comforted by the strong and warm arms around him, but sought in vain a heartbeat to calm himself with. Whenever he was younger, his mother held him close whenever he was upset and her steady heartbeat calmed his own, but Harry. . . Harry didn’t have one.
After many timeless minutes, Draco sniffled and looked into Harry’s deep, green eyes.
“I’m so sorry for yelling, my lord,” Draco breathed, submissive to Harry once again.
“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Harry clucked as he held onto Draco’s chin to force the blond to keep his eyes on him.
“What, Harry?” Draco grumbled.
“I can turn you,” Harry said, a gentle smile on his face. “I will turn you before our infant is born, but first, you must be absolutely certain you want to turn, and we must figure out how exactly to do it.”
“Why would I have to be certain?” Draco asked.
“I’m not going to risk you being unhappy for eternity,” Harry said. “Once you become immortal, you cannot become mortal again.”
“How do we figure out how to turn me?” Draco asked sheepishly, stroking Harry’s jaw, watching the fangs in Harry’s mouth sharpen.
“The Library,” Harry said with a grin.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
“Harryyyy,” Draco whined. “I’m not finding anything!”
“Shush, Draco,” Harry snapped. He had been through over 50 books already in the past 2 hours, the entire time listening to Draco whine.
“Don’t you have a book that will tell you everything you need to know or something like that?” Draco grumped at him.
“Of course!” Harry gasped, realizing he actually did have an all encompassing manual for his new life. “Accio Being the Patriarch!”
The double doors to the library had stained glass panels in them, portraying more scenes of the creation of magic, but seconds after Harry Accio-ed his book, one of them lay in ruins, the book flying right through it.
“Oops,” Harry grinned. “Sit, Draco, and I will read this. I’m sure it’s in here.”
“Hmph,” Draco huffed as he sat in one of the plush chairs in the Patriarch’s library. “What’s in there?”
“A table of contents,” Harry said with a grin. “It says. . .
Chapter 1: How We Discovered MAGICE
Chapter 2: History of Our Blood
Chapter 3: History of Past Patriarchs and Their Mates
Chapter 4: Responsibilities of the Patriarchs: English, Egyptian, Italian, Spanish
Chapter 5: Special Skills of the Patriarch
Chapter 6: Controlling Magical Surges; Impregnating Your Mate
Chapter 7: Turning Your Mate
Chapter 8: The Patriarch Ring and Its Effects
Chapter 9: The Rights of the Patriarch in Society
Chapter 10: Lands and Properties of the Patriarch
Chapter 11: Prophecies Concerning the Patriarch
Hmm. I wonder why there’s only eleven chapters,” he finished. “Odd number, eh?”
“Just skip to chapter 7, Harry,” Draco said as he yawned and made himself more comfortable in the chair.
“I’ll get to it,” Harry said distractedly as he flipped to the first page of the book and scanned a few of the paragraphs.
Chapter 1: How We Discovered Magice
Rishon is the first Patriarch. This is his story:
I was walking through a meadow in my village to seek my bride, my beautiful French Belina, when I desired peace in the warring times. I was holding a stick and I pointed it at a strange looking creature what had just appeared to me. It held out its small front foot and I stopped, bewildered. Was this creature to speak to me?
It told me I was the true ruler of the world and my family had descended from something great. My small twig glowed and the creature told me that I could perform magice if I wanted to.
I asked what magice was, but in my heart, I knew. The feeling of the power in the stick was familiar to my soul and I wondered how I had made it to twenty harvests of life without this feeling inside me.
I was told I would have a great blood line and it was important to keep a balance . . .
Promising he’d come back later, Harry turned to the next chapter. He really needed to get to chapter 7, but when he saw the front page of chapter 5, he stopped again, intrigued at what he was able to do now. He skimmed the paragraphs and stopped when he saw something interesting.
Chapter 5: Special Skills of the Patriarch
. . .the ability to strip away magical powers. As a descendent of the first summoner of magic, the Patriarch can summon more magic to a person, as well as stripping another person of it entirely.
While wearing the Patriarchal ring, this is much easier; however, it is possible to perform “J’emporte,” which means ‘I take away’ in our desired tongue, without the ring.
The Patriarch must make eye contact with the targeted person and then, in His mind, grip onto the core of power, like a tight fist around a stick, and rip it from the targeted person’s soul. The magic will leave the person and return to nature.
This should not be painful for the person losing their magic, though the Patriarch can make it hurt as well. The optimal way to perform this is silently and painlessly so the person doesn’t even realize. . .
“Hmm,” Harry said to himself. “That could come in handy in the future. He scanned the rest of the page to see if there was anything special he would need to do for this spell, but it seemed very straightforward, more like a test of wills than a powerful ancient spell.
He finally flipped to chapter 7 and began to read.
Chapter 7: Turning Your Mate
A Patriarch has a mate who is perfect for the particular Patriarch, no matter the gender of the mate. The connection between Patriarch and mate is vital because the perfect link between them is the only channel the Blood can pass through.
Naturally, a Patriarch will fall in love with his mate, as will the mate to the Patriarch. The Patriarch is naturally a vampire. Usually, the mate is a mortal.
Passing the Patriarch’s Blood into his mate is very painful for both the Patriarch and the mate. It is important to climax during the sexual acts and then quickly begin the process.
It is advisable to sample your mate’s blood before attempting the Change because it can be intoxicating and if you get addicted to the blood and cannot stop drinking to perform the necessary steps to change your mate, you could end up killing him or her.
To change your mate to an immortal, whether simply for emotional purposes, or to bear other children with your mate, you must take these steps:
1: Impregnate your mate.
It is only possible for the Patriarch to impregnate his mate. If you cannot impregnate your lover, then he or she is not your mate. This is a very important step. You must never try to turn a mortal who is not mated to you. It will destroy them painfully. Do not despair, though, for if you are in love with a mortal who is not your mate and you worry you will not love your mate, it is impossible for a Patriarch and a mate to not love each other, as they are destined together.
2: Engage in sexual acts with your mate at the beginning of the Process.
This will make the change from mortality to immortality less painful.
3: As soon as your mate climaxes, bite into their neck, and do not exit your mate’s body from your sexual intercourse.
You must make this bite very painful and very open. This is not a feeding bite. This is a killing bite. You must open the mate’s neck wide. Do not pull your penis from your mate’s body, no matter what orifice it is in. If you pull out, you must start the process over and may risk death for your mate.
4: Make a deep gash in your chest.
The gash should be vertical and over the space where your heart is located. There is a picture included if you cannot find your heart because of it not beating any longer.
5: Make a deep gash in your mate’s chest.
This gash should be the same as your own gash, right over the heart.
6: Press your chests together while you drink the blood from your mate’s neck.
Your chests’ gashes should line up so your blood mixes together. You must drink from your mate’s neck until your mate’s body heaves a great shudder. Your mate will be dead.
7: Lick your mate’s eyelids until they open.
It is better if you get some of your mate’s blood on your mate’s eyelids. He or she must see you before seeing anything else or you risk losing the bond between your minds.
8: Once your mate’s eyes have opened, kiss your mate, then force your mate to feed from you.
Your mate will not want to feed from you as your mate will have just gone through an extremely painful feeding. Assure your mate that it is necessary. And it is.
9: Engage in sexual acts again.
This is necessary to get your mate’s new immortal body to function correctly, as well as to strengthen the bond between your bodies.
10: After your mate climaxes a second time, you must bathe him or her, tenderly, with affection.
This will strengthen the bond between your souls.
If you follow these steps explicitly, your changing should go smoothly and correctly. It is important to bond your bodies, minds, and souls, or else you will be too distant from each other to create any more children and the balance between you will be disturbed.
It is also good to note that if your change your mate and become bonded together, the Patriarchal Ring and the Creator’s Ring will bind and help direct your magic. You will both become strong enough to rule the position of Patriarch and Mate.
Looking up, Harry said, “Dra-. . .” before he realized his beautiful blond was sleeping, curled up in a plush chair.
Closing Being the Patriarch, Harry set the book on a table and stood. He approached Draco silently and slid his arms underneath him, lifting him bridal style, careful not to disturb him.
As Harry was making his way up the stairs to the Patriarch’s bedroom, Draco stirred in his sleep, nuzzling Harry’s neck, and the Patriarch watched a smile form on his sleeping mate’s lips.
A/N: Thank you Lydia Monroe for the tip about my underlining. ^__^
And thank you everyone so much for the reviews and for not being too angry with me for how long it's been since I've updated. :)
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.
Warnings: M/M sex, rather rough and with a fair amount of blood
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.
Mother Knows Best
Changing Lives
April 9, nearing 9:30p.m.
Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as the smaller young man curled up on his lap. He ran his long fingers through Draco’s hair that had grown shaggy since graduation.
“Harry, please,” Draco mumbled into the kiss. “Please, be inside me, my love, my mate.”
Draco whimpered beautifully as Harry’s hands found his buttocks, squeezing them sexily.
“Harry, now,” Draco pleaded again.
Harry pulled Draco into his arms and grabbed his neck, pulling Draco in to a deep kiss. He felt Draco moan into his mouth and slid his hand between the two of them, reaching for the growing bulge in Draco’s pants. He rubbed his hand against the bulge and felt Draco press into the kiss even harder.
“Harry,” Draco whimpered as Harry begins to pull Draco’s clothes off him.
A shirt slid up and over Draco’s arms before their lips slam together again for another searing kiss.
“Harry,” Draco whimpered again. “Harry, wait.”
Harry took a deep breath and pulled away from Draco, looking into his eyes curiously. “Yes?” he asked, his chest heaving just a bit.
Draco stared down at him and seemed at a loss for words for a moment, before he whispered, “Harry, please, tie me up.”
“What?” Harry said in a breath.
“Please, I want you to be rough with me,” Draco begged, putting a soft pout into his silver eyes. “Will you be rough with me, my mate?”
Harry growled when he saw the softness and the teasing in Draco’s eyes and grabbed his thighs, hoisting him to his chest, before standing. He carried Draco to the poster bed, but to Draco’s surprise, didn’t stop at the bed.
Harry released Draco’s legs so the blond was standing on the ground once more, but before he could gain his bearings again, he was spun around, and Harry was shackling him to the wall.
“Where did . . . where did those come from?” Draco asked breathlessly as his arms were chained, his face to the wall.
“Magic,” Harry growled.
Draco felt hands on his hips and his cock throbbed, aching with the knowledge of what Harry could . . . what Harry would . . . do to him.
The hands on his hips suddenly clenched and Draco felt teeth scraping along his neck. The feeling was erotic as they scratched into his flesh, raising small droplets of blood, giving him goose bumps.
The teeth continued down his back, pausing every so often to bite at his shoulder blade, nip at his side, scratch down his spine. He felt Harry’s teeth bite into one of his buttocks and he gasped. Harry’s hands were still on his hips, still clenching like he needed a hold on this madness.
Teeth pulled away only to be replaced with something sharper.
CRACK!
Draco cried out in elation as he felt a cat-o-nine-tails whip cut into his fleshy buttocks. Harry hadn’t done it hard enough to hurt, only hard enough to draw blood. He heard Harry’s take a deep breath and could only assume he was taking in the smell of his blood.
“You’re mine, Draco,” Harry growled, much closer to Draco’s ear than he had thought.
“Yes,” Draco breathed as he felt the whip cut across his buttocks again. He could feel blood running down his cheek and he groaned as Harry’s lapped it up, a kitten at a saucer.
“Draco,” the patriarch groaned as he nuzzled Draco’s buttocks, rubbing his cheeks in the blood and licking it off his lips. “I want you.”
“Take me, my lord,” Draco whispered, his eyes wide as he felt a bloodied finger prodding at his entrance.
The shackles relaxed some and for a moment, Draco was disappointed, thinking he was to be released. But only for a moment. They relaxed just enough that Harry could pull his hips farther back and bend him over some with his arms still chained, his hands still clenching at the smooth wall.
The finger slipped in. Draco gasped, “Yesssss, Harry. . .”
Harry’s left hand wandered between Draco’s spread legs as his right one remained near Draco’s crack, slowly picking up speed as he finger fucked Draco’s arse.
“Harry,” Draco panted. He had hardly felt two more fingers slipping into him, but there were definitely three fingers pounding away at him now.
“Everything you’re doing is so . . . oooohhhh . . . magnified from the blood,” Draco whimpered. “It . . . it almost tickles. . . but n-not q-q-quite,” he said groaning.
He felt Harry’s naked, burning body pressed against his backside and he moaned wantonly, wanting all of that deliciously dominant, vampiric cock inside him. “Please, I’m ready,” he tried to assure Harry.
“Are you?” Harry groaned into his ear. He pressed himself against Draco’s backside, withdrawing his fingers slowly. He grasped his cock and teased Draco’s crack with it. “Do you want this inside you?” he whispered as he slowly began to push into the tiny, pulsing entrance.
“Potter . . .” Draco groaned, trying to sound angry. “Potter, if you don’t, I’ll . . .”
“If I don’t what, you’ll what?” Harry teased. Without warning, he suddenly slammed the rest of his cock into Draco.
“OH YES,” Draco shouted as he was shoved toward the wall. He felt fingers digging into his hips and could see Harry’s feet between his on the floor beneath them. He could also see blood dripping onto the carpet still and it awoke the senses in his buttocks. He felt their skin rubbing together, slickened with his blood, and he groaned, pushing back against Harry.
Harry got the message and started to thrust deeply into Draco’s channel. For a moment or two, neither spoke, then Harry made another declaration.
“Mine!”
He wrapped his fingers in Draco’s hair and pulled his head back, revealing his neck and his adam’s apple, bobbing when the blond swallowed in anticipation.
Harry’s tongue ran slowly across Draco’s neck and the blond shuddered at the feeling.
Harry rammed into Draco again, still gripping the blond hair. “Whose are you?” he growled in Draco’s ear, continuing his harsh thrusts.
“Y-yours,” Draco panted, shaking from the feelings of this new kind of sex. “Yours, Harry!”
The blood-lube was dripping onto the carpet. Draco felt Harry grabbing his wrists, finally releasing his hair, but it seemed his neck didn’t want to go forward, preferring to leave his head against Harry’s shoulder how it had been. His shackles clanked against the wall as he was pushed against it.
“H-Harry,” Draco gasped, warningly. He glanced down at his cock to see it throbbing, angry and purple, and he whimpered as he watched a bronze hand curl around it.
“Harry,” Draco gasped again as he thrust alternately forward and back between Harry’s cock and Harry’s hand, his head falling backward again. “H-. . .”
“Come for me,” Harry whispered, deathly quiet, licking and biting at Draco’s ear. He watched as Draco’s hands tried futilely to grip at the stones of the wall but prevented by his chains. He sensed Draco’s shoulders and legs clenching and shaking and he knew he was close. He felt undulating muscles grip his cock and watched his wall get splattered with his mate’s come as the blond impaled himself farther onto Harry’s cock.
“H-H-Harry,” Draco choked as his spunk sprayed the wall, lungs heaving and out of rhythm. He felt nails gripping his waist and seconds later, he felt himself filling with his mate’s fluids.
“I’ll love you forever,” Harry whispered, holding onto Draco’s trembling body while he magically banished the shackles. He lifted his shaky blond boyfriend and helped him to the bed.
After spelling them both clean and pulling a light sheet over Draco, Harry climbed into the bed, too, curling himself protectively around Draco.
For minutes, they just lay there, neither speaking, neither needing to speak.
“Draco, love, what’s wrong?” Harry asked when he felt Draco’s body shaking slightly. These tremors were different than earlier and his soul ached. His mate was crying.
“Draco,” Harry whispered as he stroked Draco’s hair back to see his eyes. “No. . .”
Tears were running silently down Draco’s porcelain cheeks, swift like messengers of some ill tidings.
“Draco, my love, my beauty, my mate, what ails you?” Harry asked, his voice deep and harsh as he watched his mate cry, locked in some misery that evaded Harry’s knowledge.
“Harry, I-. . .” Draco started before he choked. “I can’t. . . You will love me forever, but I will. . . I will age and I. . . I will die. I will leave you, so much sooner than we want. I will probably die in childbirth. Men aren’t supposed to bear. . . to bear children. I will die in less than a year and you will live on for centuries.”
“Draco. . .”
“We cannot belong to each other.”
“Draco, please,” Harry said calmly. “Please, do not say things like this anymore. I will fix things.”
“You can’t fix things, Harry!” Draco almost shouted. “Even my child will be immortal. If I don’t die in childbirth, so help me God, you and our son will outlive me anyway! I will die and be rotting away in the ground before either of you would even feel the twinges of illness! I AM MORTAL, HARRY! I have an immortal husband and will give birth to an immortal son, but I WILL STILL DIE!”
Draco collapsed into tears against Harry’s chest and didn’t hear any of Harry’s soothing words. He was comforted by the strong and warm arms around him, but sought in vain a heartbeat to calm himself with. Whenever he was younger, his mother held him close whenever he was upset and her steady heartbeat calmed his own, but Harry. . . Harry didn’t have one.
After many timeless minutes, Draco sniffled and looked into Harry’s deep, green eyes.
“I’m so sorry for yelling, my lord,” Draco breathed, submissive to Harry once again.
“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Harry clucked as he held onto Draco’s chin to force the blond to keep his eyes on him.
“What, Harry?” Draco grumbled.
“I can turn you,” Harry said, a gentle smile on his face. “I will turn you before our infant is born, but first, you must be absolutely certain you want to turn, and we must figure out how exactly to do it.”
“Why would I have to be certain?” Draco asked.
“I’m not going to risk you being unhappy for eternity,” Harry said. “Once you become immortal, you cannot become mortal again.”
“How do we figure out how to turn me?” Draco asked sheepishly, stroking Harry’s jaw, watching the fangs in Harry’s mouth sharpen.
“The Library,” Harry said with a grin.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
“Harryyyy,” Draco whined. “I’m not finding anything!”
“Shush, Draco,” Harry snapped. He had been through over 50 books already in the past 2 hours, the entire time listening to Draco whine.
“Don’t you have a book that will tell you everything you need to know or something like that?” Draco grumped at him.
“Of course!” Harry gasped, realizing he actually did have an all encompassing manual for his new life. “Accio Being the Patriarch!”
The double doors to the library had stained glass panels in them, portraying more scenes of the creation of magic, but seconds after Harry Accio-ed his book, one of them lay in ruins, the book flying right through it.
“Oops,” Harry grinned. “Sit, Draco, and I will read this. I’m sure it’s in here.”
“Hmph,” Draco huffed as he sat in one of the plush chairs in the Patriarch’s library. “What’s in there?”
“A table of contents,” Harry said with a grin. “It says. . .
Chapter 1: How We Discovered MAGICE
Chapter 2: History of Our Blood
Chapter 3: History of Past Patriarchs and Their Mates
Chapter 4: Responsibilities of the Patriarchs: English, Egyptian, Italian, Spanish
Chapter 5: Special Skills of the Patriarch
Chapter 6: Controlling Magical Surges; Impregnating Your Mate
Chapter 7: Turning Your Mate
Chapter 8: The Patriarch Ring and Its Effects
Chapter 9: The Rights of the Patriarch in Society
Chapter 10: Lands and Properties of the Patriarch
Chapter 11: Prophecies Concerning the Patriarch
Hmm. I wonder why there’s only eleven chapters,” he finished. “Odd number, eh?”
“Just skip to chapter 7, Harry,” Draco said as he yawned and made himself more comfortable in the chair.
“I’ll get to it,” Harry said distractedly as he flipped to the first page of the book and scanned a few of the paragraphs.
Chapter 1: How We Discovered Magice
Rishon is the first Patriarch. This is his story:
I was walking through a meadow in my village to seek my bride, my beautiful French Belina, when I desired peace in the warring times. I was holding a stick and I pointed it at a strange looking creature what had just appeared to me. It held out its small front foot and I stopped, bewildered. Was this creature to speak to me?
It told me I was the true ruler of the world and my family had descended from something great. My small twig glowed and the creature told me that I could perform magice if I wanted to.
I asked what magice was, but in my heart, I knew. The feeling of the power in the stick was familiar to my soul and I wondered how I had made it to twenty harvests of life without this feeling inside me.
I was told I would have a great blood line and it was important to keep a balance . . .
Promising he’d come back later, Harry turned to the next chapter. He really needed to get to chapter 7, but when he saw the front page of chapter 5, he stopped again, intrigued at what he was able to do now. He skimmed the paragraphs and stopped when he saw something interesting.
Chapter 5: Special Skills of the Patriarch
. . .the ability to strip away magical powers. As a descendent of the first summoner of magic, the Patriarch can summon more magic to a person, as well as stripping another person of it entirely.
While wearing the Patriarchal ring, this is much easier; however, it is possible to perform “J’emporte,” which means ‘I take away’ in our desired tongue, without the ring.
The Patriarch must make eye contact with the targeted person and then, in His mind, grip onto the core of power, like a tight fist around a stick, and rip it from the targeted person’s soul. The magic will leave the person and return to nature.
This should not be painful for the person losing their magic, though the Patriarch can make it hurt as well. The optimal way to perform this is silently and painlessly so the person doesn’t even realize. . .
“Hmm,” Harry said to himself. “That could come in handy in the future. He scanned the rest of the page to see if there was anything special he would need to do for this spell, but it seemed very straightforward, more like a test of wills than a powerful ancient spell.
He finally flipped to chapter 7 and began to read.
Chapter 7: Turning Your Mate
A Patriarch has a mate who is perfect for the particular Patriarch, no matter the gender of the mate. The connection between Patriarch and mate is vital because the perfect link between them is the only channel the Blood can pass through.
Naturally, a Patriarch will fall in love with his mate, as will the mate to the Patriarch. The Patriarch is naturally a vampire. Usually, the mate is a mortal.
Passing the Patriarch’s Blood into his mate is very painful for both the Patriarch and the mate. It is important to climax during the sexual acts and then quickly begin the process.
It is advisable to sample your mate’s blood before attempting the Change because it can be intoxicating and if you get addicted to the blood and cannot stop drinking to perform the necessary steps to change your mate, you could end up killing him or her.
To change your mate to an immortal, whether simply for emotional purposes, or to bear other children with your mate, you must take these steps:
1: Impregnate your mate.
It is only possible for the Patriarch to impregnate his mate. If you cannot impregnate your lover, then he or she is not your mate. This is a very important step. You must never try to turn a mortal who is not mated to you. It will destroy them painfully. Do not despair, though, for if you are in love with a mortal who is not your mate and you worry you will not love your mate, it is impossible for a Patriarch and a mate to not love each other, as they are destined together.
2: Engage in sexual acts with your mate at the beginning of the Process.
This will make the change from mortality to immortality less painful.
3: As soon as your mate climaxes, bite into their neck, and do not exit your mate’s body from your sexual intercourse.
You must make this bite very painful and very open. This is not a feeding bite. This is a killing bite. You must open the mate’s neck wide. Do not pull your penis from your mate’s body, no matter what orifice it is in. If you pull out, you must start the process over and may risk death for your mate.
4: Make a deep gash in your chest.
The gash should be vertical and over the space where your heart is located. There is a picture included if you cannot find your heart because of it not beating any longer.
5: Make a deep gash in your mate’s chest.
This gash should be the same as your own gash, right over the heart.
6: Press your chests together while you drink the blood from your mate’s neck.
Your chests’ gashes should line up so your blood mixes together. You must drink from your mate’s neck until your mate’s body heaves a great shudder. Your mate will be dead.
7: Lick your mate’s eyelids until they open.
It is better if you get some of your mate’s blood on your mate’s eyelids. He or she must see you before seeing anything else or you risk losing the bond between your minds.
8: Once your mate’s eyes have opened, kiss your mate, then force your mate to feed from you.
Your mate will not want to feed from you as your mate will have just gone through an extremely painful feeding. Assure your mate that it is necessary. And it is.
9: Engage in sexual acts again.
This is necessary to get your mate’s new immortal body to function correctly, as well as to strengthen the bond between your bodies.
10: After your mate climaxes a second time, you must bathe him or her, tenderly, with affection.
This will strengthen the bond between your souls.
If you follow these steps explicitly, your changing should go smoothly and correctly. It is important to bond your bodies, minds, and souls, or else you will be too distant from each other to create any more children and the balance between you will be disturbed.
It is also good to note that if your change your mate and become bonded together, the Patriarchal Ring and the Creator’s Ring will bind and help direct your magic. You will both become strong enough to rule the position of Patriarch and Mate.
Looking up, Harry said, “Dra-. . .” before he realized his beautiful blond was sleeping, curled up in a plush chair.
Closing Being the Patriarch, Harry set the book on a table and stood. He approached Draco silently and slid his arms underneath him, lifting him bridal style, careful not to disturb him.
As Harry was making his way up the stairs to the Patriarch’s bedroom, Draco stirred in his sleep, nuzzling Harry’s neck, and the Patriarch watched a smile form on his sleeping mate’s lips.
A/N: Thank you Lydia Monroe for the tip about my underlining. ^__^
And thank you everyone so much for the reviews and for not being too angry with me for how long it's been since I've updated. :)