Silver mate

BY : Mansi Jain
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Dragon prints: 2113
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All the characters belong to JK Rowling and her associates


Blood Thirsty

Humming in satisfaction, Draco cuddles inside her blanket. After the tiring day she had today, burrowing in a blanket in front of a muggle horror movie with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand is all she wants before sleeping.

She is almost done with restocking her stores.

She takes a sip of her Virgin Mojito and stares at the screen. The things muggles have created intrigues her. She loves their dresses and their gadgets. That they have made their life so easy without magic surprised her when she first set her foot in the muggle world. She has her apothecary here although her customers comprise of both Muggles and Wizards. She takes care of brewing. A couple of interns take care of the shop.

She takes another sip of her drink and leans back. The movie is quite interesting. She might end up sleeping later than she usually does. A second later, she yawns and takes another sip of her coffee.


She grumbles, "Who the hell is owling me at this time?" before getting up and heading towards the window.


"COMING." She snaps furiously and opens the window to let the stupid owl inside. It's Severus's owl.

Her eyebrows raise as she wonders what it's about. Severus doesn't owl her after eight and it's ten right now.

The owl glares at her much like Severus does when he is annoyed and drops the letter on her feet. Draco glares back before bending down to retrieve the letter. AS USUAL, the silly owl pokes its beak on her hair which forces a frustrated groan out of her and the bird flies off.

She opens the letter after glaring at nothing in particular and then skims through it. The letter is short. Severus has requested her presence immediately at Hogwarts in Headmaster Dumbledore's office. He says that the minister will be there too. He has added that he won't have called her at such a short notice were it not urgent. Something is wrong. Severus won't have called her to Howgarts otherwise. She left the wizarding world for good when she shifted to the muggle Britain. Her interns and the wizards and witches who visit her shop ensure not to talk to her about the wizarding world, lest they be banished from her shop forever.

She sighs before closing her eyes. She has very bad feeling about this. As much as she wishes to simply deny Severus's request, she knows that she won't. He was her mentor and is her godfather. She can't disrespect him. So she does what she can. She crumples the letter and throws it inside the fireplace.

Ten minutes later find her flooing over to headmaster's office dressed in a green top and an above knee length skirt.


"Have you sent the letter?" Harry asks before taking a large chunk of the lion meat inside his mouth. He hums in satisfaction. It's fresh and raw, just like he wanted to it. He licks his fingers, one by one and looks at Zabini. The man is gritting his teeth and his otherwise blank eyes are bright with disgust. Harry takes another bite of meat in his hands and eats it. The gravy trickles down his wrist. He makes a show of licking his wrists clean.

"Yes, but I don't understand why me?" Zabini asks tersely.

"You are old chums aren't you? She will believe it if it comes from your mouth." Harry replies, eying the cut that Harry made on Zabini's wrist so that Zabini could write the letter in his blood.

He takes another large bite and enjoys watching Zabini cringe.

"It's time you accepted what you are." Harry murmurs before taking a gulp of the animal's blood from his goblet. He wipes the remnants of the red liquid trickling down his chin with the back of his hand.

"Talk for yourself Potter. I would rather not-"

"Alpha." Harry interrupts him in a cold voice, his lips upturning in a smirk as his savage eyes meet Zabini's furious ones.

The man mutters, "Alpha", through gritted teeth.

The fact that Harry detests Zabini for having a relationship with Draco Malfoy, his mate, throughout their school years isn't a secret between them. However, it's just instinctive. There is no love lost between Harry and Draco. If it were up to Harry, he won't touch her with a barge pole. Be that as it may, Draco is his mate and he can no longer escape from this fact which is why he sent the letter. He won't beg for her to come. He won't beg her for anything. Period. What she wants is irrelevant. She will do what he wants or he'll have to make her. It's as simple as that. 

"If you think that you can trap Draco in this forest, then you are sorely mistaken." Zabini suddenly murmurs, his eyes smug.

Harry growls before punching the table with his left hand, "Don't toe the line Zabini."

"May I leave?" Zabini asks.

"Yes." Harry replies before looking back at his meal.

"Send Pansy." Harry murmurs softly.

Zabini whirls around before snarling, "Stop manipulating her."

The flash of fury in Zabini's eyes is quite satisfying. Pansy is Zabini's mate and the woman is still unaware of the fact. Harry forbade Zabini to talk to her about it and the man is afraid what Potter might do to both of them if he were to go against Harry's instructions. Rightfully so. He hates Zabini's defiance. 

"Oh! I assure you that I ain't manipulating her." Harry mutters calmly before licking his fingers clean and taking a sip of the blood.

Zabini grimaces before continuing, his eyes partly disgusted and partly furious, "She is my mate and she thinks that you will claim her. Let me tell her the truth."

"I made it very clear that I won't claim her. She knows the truth. She knows that Malfoy is my destined mate."


"No buts Zabini. What we do is no concern of yours. It's her choice. You won't tell her that she is your mate otherwise I'll kill her and then I'll kill you. I assure you that no-one will miss both of you. You know what I did to Voldemort's and Greyback's heads. No-one ever found them. You'll not tell Pansy until I allow you to." Harry drawls before leaning back and stretching his hands on either sides of his shoulders.

"All this because of my past relationship with Draco. She detests you and won't accept you." Zabini's eyes are hateful as he murmurs.

However when Harry replies, "The feeling is mutual. Her desires, likes or dislikes are irrelevant. She'll do as I say. I am her master and I'll make her obey me.", he turns around to leave, his back stiff.

"That's where you are wrong. You are not her master." Zabini whispers when he is at the entryway, his eyes averted. 

Harry chuckles darkly before murmuring, "Tell me when you hear from her. Don't forget sending Pansy."

Zabini doesn't stay to witness Harry's loud and sadistic laughter but Harry is sure that the man hears it.


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