Dinaer

AN- Well, I haven't really got an excuse, besides that I'm a terrible person and I suck. I just hope I haven't lost my readers. I just want you all to know, that no matter what, this story WILL be finished. Even if I take a year in between chapters and I don't finish untill I'm fifty, it will be done. Even though part of me wants to trash this story (I won't, I promise!). Draco/Harry are just not my area of expertise, I am a Harry/Severus kinda gal. But oh well, I'm testing my limitations right? Besides, Draco's cute even if he is a little annoying.

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As Harry neared the Great Hall for lunch, he contemplated the miserable morning of classes he’d just attended. His fourth year had been no picnic, but at least then he’d had the support of Hermione against the angry glares and harsh whispers. He’d eventually been forced to part company with the Slytherins for a purely Gryffindor class of History of Magic. Of course it had to be the only class the teacher didn’t actually pay attention in, so Harry was on his own against the taunting. Unable to stand it any longer, Harry closed his mind off from the students around him and spent his class time listening to the quiet mumbling of Draco’s thoughts in the Library.

Now he had to eat lunch with the entire student body that, for all he knew, hated him. He was considering eating at the Slytherin table, but unsure of whether that was even allowed. In all his years at Hogwarts, he’d never seen a student sit at a different house table. And while he knew he could easily ask his father, he didn’t want to appear as if he couldn’t handle the situation on his own, due to his own stubborn Dinaer and Gryffindor pride.

At his entrance, the Hall fell silent. Almost as soon, it was filled with sharp whispers. He caught snatches of conversation as he walked toward the Gryffindor table.

“…heard he almost killed his best friend…”
“…he’s a Dinaer! They’ll kill someone just for looking at them wrong!”
“Did you hear that he slapped Hermione Granger?”
“…Snape had to pull him off of Professor McGonagall!”

Harry rolled his eyes at the last one, which sent up another wave of whispering. His inner Dinaer couldn’t help clenching his first threateningly however, which was enough to silence the closer gossipers. His stomach fluttered nervously as he neared the table, his eyes skimming for a place to sit, which didn’t appear like it normally would have. Harry sighed quietly and made to leave the Hall completely when Ginny stood up.

“There’s room next to me, Harry.”

Once again the Hall fell silent. Harry looked back at the youngest Weasley questioningly, sure enough, there was a space between her and Neville Longbottom. Ignoring the mutinous stares of the other Gryffinors, Harry took the offered seat.

“Thanks Gin,” He whispered quietly. “Thanks Neville.”

“Anytime Harry.” The quiet pudgy boy answered.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’m with you no matter what, Harry.” Ginny whispered back. “Just because my brother is being an idiot, doesn’t mean I am.”

“So you’re not mad that I hit Ron? And slapped Hermione?”

“It’s about time someone hit Ron. I mean honestly, we may not be conventional, but we’re still purebloods. We know what it means to find a Mate.” Neville nodded next to him. “Or at least we’re supposed to. He’ll come around. And he’ll feel like a complete arse when he does. As for Hermione, well, I can’t say it was totally undeserved.” She flashed him a quick grin before biting into her turkey sandwich.

Harry smiled back before looking across the Hall to locate his Mate. Draco was watching him nervously, as were the rest of the seventh year Slytherins. He nodded slightly to them all and flooded Draco’s mind with feelings of love and security.

Maybe this won’t be so bad, he thought, digging into his lunch.

* * *
Draco was on a free period, and he knew from a quick glance at Harry’s schedule that morning, that the Gryffindor also had a free period now. He was walking down a deserted hallway in search of his other half when he felt a hand come around his mouth and pull him into an empty classroom before being pushed against a hard stone wall. Before he had time to even attempt to draw his wand, a warm wet mouth was pressing hard against him, a strong tongue demanding entrance.

Unable to resist his own magic’s traitorous pull, Draco gave into the kiss, twining his long pale fingers into his captor’s hair. After a long thorough kiss, the other mouth pulled away.

“Missed me, Draco?” The Dinaer purred into his ear, before trailing moist biting kisses down the length of his neck.
For reasons unknown to him, Draco was unable to grasp at the eloquence so well bred into him and could only moan in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Harry continued his attack on the blonde’s throat, all the while nimbly unbuttoning his lover’s trousers. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

“What?” Draco’s voice came out in a pant of desire.

“I’m going to bend you over a desk, and fuck you right here.”

It was then that Draco noticed they were in the Charms classroom. A quick glance around showed him that they were, indeed, alone. He quickly pulled off his own robes and pushed Harry’s hands away from his pants so they he could undo them himself.

Harry moaned as he watched his lover pull down his trousers and bend over the nearest desk, his hands braced against the side. Draco looked back at Harry as if to ask, what are you waiting for? and Harry growled deep in his throat before walking over to his Mate.

He slowly caressed the pale white skin of his lover’s bottom, pressing lightly in a delicate massage. He leaned down, kissing the skin of Draco’s lower back, soft at first, but soon turning to subtle bites and nips. Harry gently parted the blonde’s cheeks, running his tongue from the bottom of Draco’s perineum to his entrance, enjoying the shudder and moan it wrought from his Mate.

He did it again, this time stopping at Draco’s entrance to push gently with his tongue. With his hands firmly holding either side of Draco’s hips, Harry slowly began to push harder into Draco, letting Draco’s feelings of arousal and lust flood him. By the time his Mate was keening with pleasure, Harry was harder than he’d ever been in his life. Letting go of the blonde, he quickly unbuttoned his own pants, pushing them to his knees. He positioned himself at Draco’s entrance, stopping for a moment to catch his breath.

“Whose are you?”

“Yours! Please, Harry!”

“Whose?”

“Yours! Always yours!”

“Yes, mine. Always mine.” And with that his slid deep inside, moaning as he did. Draco pushed back against him, creating the delicious friction they both loved, and soon enough Harry was pounding back into him. The air was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the sounds of quite moans and sighs and the slapping of slick skin against skin. Harry could feel the coiling in his stomach and the tightening in his balls, and reached around Draco’s hips to grasp his erection to slid along the length in time to his thrusts.

Draco babbled with impending orgasm, “YesyesyesHarryyoursyoursfuucksoyoursalwaysyoursyesyesGodssogood.” His eyes closed tightly, his knuckles white as his hands grasped the desk, holding on for dear life. Stars exploded behind his closed eyes as he came, spilling all over Harry’s hand and the stone floor beneath them. Harry pumped into Draco twice more before coming with a shout.

Harry leaned his sweaty forehead against the back of Draco’s neck, panting harshly, all the while whispering “Mine, mine, always mine.”

After a few minutes both boys became uncomfortably aware of the now cold sticky mess covering them both. After a few quick cleaning and de-wrinkling charms, they both looks good as new, if a little red faced and sweaty.

Harry pulled Draco against him; wrapping the smaller boy in his arms and holding him close, allowing their heartbeats to fall into a single rhythm. They stood like that for a minute before Harry pulled slightly on the blond hair to bring Draco’s face to his. This kiss an altogether different breed from their lustful hurried ones earlier; it was a soft leisurely exploration of each others mouths, ending with a succession of quick chaste butterfly kisses.

“Well, that was an effective use of a free period.” Harry laughed pulling Draco into the hallway, their fingers intertwined.

Halfway down the hall, still giggling from the high of their release, Harry caught the scent of his father. Looking around curiously, he noticed the older Dinaer exiting a hidden doorway behind them.

“Harry, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry Father, I was—“

“Don’t tell me. Please.” He rolled his eyes. “Meet me at the Quidditch pitch after your last class; I have something I want to show you.”

* * *

Harry took his time walking towards the pitch. He enjoyed the cool breeze blowing through his hair, the call of a lone cricket, the faint hooting of random owls perched on the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. He had never before noticed the gentle sloping hills surrounding the castle, or the fading sunlight glinting off the lake as the giant squid skimmed the top. He caught sight of his father a few yards ahead of him, also gazing across the school grounds.

He walked up slowly, so not to disturb the Potion master’s concentration, and stood next to him; breathing in the scent of the flowers carried on the wind from the green houses across the field. “You feel it too, do you not?” His father questioned, breaking the spell.

“Yes. What is it?”

“It’s your connection with the elements. They embrace us as we embrace them.”

“It’s amazing. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like… my magic crackles along my skin or something, I don’t know.”

“I understand.”

Harry was suddenly struck by a profound feeling of love and acceptance. This was what he had tried to convey to the Weasley’s the night that he had told them about his father. No one else could possibly understand the things Harry was feeling and discovering within himself.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” Harry asked, looking at his father for the first time. The elder Dinaer’s cheeks were flushed lightly, as Harry knew his own must be. He studied the profile of his face, the high cheek bones and Romanesque nose. With the wind blowing his long hair away from his face Harry could understand why Elenya and his mother loved him. He was, by no stretch of the imagination, handsome, but he was appealing in an odd way; an acquired taste. His father looked at him suddenly, with a sardonic glint in his eyes and Harry had a distinct feeling the man knew exactly what he’d been thinking.

His father chuckled, a deep velvety tone. “Yes, but that’s not all. Come.” He turned to continue towards the pitch, Harry two steps behind him.

They made the steep climb to the stands, Harry growing more and more confused by each step. When finally they reached the top, without a word, Harry’s father began to remove his outer robe and heavy frock coat until his wore only his trousers and white dress shirt. Harry watched as his father willed forth his wings, and was once again mesmerized but the swirl of bottle green that glinted in the black. His father stepped up towards the ledge and Harry realized he was about to jump when he reached out and grabbed his father’s hand pulling him back.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Harry screeched, his heart racing.

“Honestly Harry, you didn’t think the wings were for looks did you?” And with that he jumped.

Harry thought for sure his heart stopped as he watched his father plummet to the ground, his mind racing as he wondered how fast he could get to the Hospital Wing, when his father suddenly extended his wings fully, catching the wind to soar upwards towards the other side of the stands. Harry watched his father fly a lazy circle in the sky and was reminded of a picture of an angel his aunt Petunia had hung on the kitchen wall.

Eventually his father made it back to Harry, to lounge lazily on the railing, barely controlling his laughter as he saw Harry’s shocked face.

“Well come on Harry.”

Harry quickly recovered his shock and stripped off his school robes before willing his wings forward. His father watched silently as the younger Dinaer stepped hesitantly onto the banister. Harry couldn’t help feeling nervous. He’d never flown without the safety of a broom between his legs, and even then he’d always started on the ground, never from a free falling jump. Taking a deep breath to steady his heart Harry did the only thing he could. He jumped.

The first thing he felt was an immense sense of panic and fear as he watched the ground grow closer and closer. ‘Spread your wings Harry, embrace the elements, don’t reject them, they won’t let you down.’ His father’s soothing voice echoed in his head as Harry extended his wings fully and caught the updraft. Then he was soaring skywards, the wind rushing through the feathers in his wings in a gentle caress, and suddenly he could understand what his father had meant when he said the elements wouldn’t let him down. It was as if he could sense something other worldly about the wind, something sentient. And whatever it was, it accepted him and desired to protect and love him.

He pushed hard with his wings, enjoying the feeling of the strong muscles finally being put to use, and soared higher yet. Flying with his wings was nothing like flying on a broom. On his broom he was always aware of the magic in the wood keeping him aloft, and while at times he felt one with his broom, it was nothing like the feeling of being totally dependent on his own body to stay in the air. It was completely liberating, freeing like nothing Harry had ever experienced before.

His father flew up next to his and Harry could feel the pride and joy pouring from the man many thought to be cold and emotionless. “I’ll race you to the Hogwarts Express Station,” he said quickly, and with that he was off.

“Hey, no fair! You got a head start!” Harry said through his laughter as he zoomed after his father. He had a hard time keeping up with the elder Dinaer, who exhibited a grace of someone who had obviously done this before. Harry was still slightly clumsy, almost like fawn, knowing instinctually to take his first steps but having a difficult time nonetheless. Either way, Harry had more fun racing with his father --who he suspected was going slower than he had to-- than he had in years. He watched the hills and lake pass in a blur beneath his body, and found an odd fascination with his own shadow, the shape of his fully extended wings caressing the landscape.

Unsurprisingly his father beat him to the train station. They landed and willed away their wings before taking a seat upon a lone bench. Flying with his wings was much more tiring than on a broom, but it left Harry with a pleasant ache that he felt his body craved in some animalistic way. His father, sensing his thoughts, broke the silence. “Dinaer are meant to be apart of the elements. We aren’t meant to be locked inside all the time. When we fly—we’re purely Dinaer. The air, the wind, it recognizes us and protects us.”

“I felt that. Like the air was accepting me.”

“It was. Wait until the next time you go swimming.” He laughed, a short bark of happiness.

“It kind of made me realize how much I’ll miss Quidditch. That was the only time I ever felt even half of that.”

“That’s part of the reason I brought you out here. I wanted to talk with you.”

“You didn’t bring me out here to abandon me, did you?” Harry joked.

His father smiled wryly. “Hardly, not that that isn’t tempting sometimes.” Harry pretended to scowl, enjoying the light banter. “I had heard about your Quidditch predicament, what with the Gryffindors kicking you off their team.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but said nothing. “I’d thought I heard about something like this before, many years ago, so I spent last night in the library, researching.” Harry looked at him questioningly.

“What’d you find out?”

“Well, it’s not exactly ideal, but I think it would be satisfying for many parties, myself included.”

“Go on.” Harry could sense his father stalling and wondered what could possibly be done.

“You could try out for the Slytherin team. Any team really, but I’d hoped that you would pick my own team, although Merlin knows Hufflepuff could use a new seeker.”

“What? Slytherin? But what about Draco? And I don’t know if I could do that to Gryffindor, I mean I know they’ve all turned on me, but I’d have to play against Ginny, and Neville is still a good guy, and Professor McGonagall would be devastated, and I’m not even a Slytherin so I wouldn’t even win, would I? But I guess you would, and so would Draco, but oh! Draco would never give up seeker!”

“Harry!” His father shouted, effectively interrupting Harry’s rushed babbling. “It was just a suggestion; you don’t have to make any decisions today. But to ease your troubled mind, I’ve already spoken to Draco.”

“You did? What’d he say?”

“Draco is a Malfoy through and through. He knows you’re a better seeker than him, and that if you were on the team, Slytherin would be unbeatable. He also said that he had been considering switching to keeper but wasn’t sure who to replace himself with. He is the Captain this year, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. But… what about Gryffindor? It seems kind of traitorous.”

“What’s traitorous is abandoning your best friend because they fall in love with someone you don’t approve of. As for Miss Weasley, well, she’s always struck me as someone in for a good joke. I don’t think she would be upset with you.”

“I’d have to speak with her first, of course. And there’s always the chance I don’t make the Slytherin team. For all we know there could be a second year this year that blows me away.”

“That is true, but let’s not kids ourselves. You weren’t the youngest seeker of the century for nothing.”

Harry grinned at his father, before they flew back to the castle together.

* * *


“Psst.” Harry glanced around quickly, searching out possible threats. “Psst! Ginny!”

Finally the whispered hissing caught the red heads attention. Ginny jerked her head up from her homework she had been engrossed in to look around in confusion.

“Over here, Ginny!” Harry called quietly.

“Hiding from someone Harry?” Ginny asked bemusedly, not bother to lower her voice.

Harry, sensing this well planned conversation was not going to go as he had wanted, rolled his eyes before stepping out of the shadows of a book case. The library was fairly empty for so early in the school year, but Harry didn’t want to take any chances.

“I’m not hiding. I just don’t fancy being jumped behind a book case.”

“Like anyone would even think about attacking you, the wings are a little intimidating, Harry dear.”

“Yeah, yeah, I have something to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“How would you think about me playing Quidditch for another team?”

“That Gryffindor hasn’t got a snowballs chance at the Quidditch Cup this year.” At the laughter in her voice, Harry felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Actually,” she continued. “I was going to come looking for you tomorrow. I have some bad news. Well, maybe not bad, it really depends on your perception of the situation and—“

“Ginny. Spit it out.”

She took a deep breath. “Hermione is going to get you kicked out of Gryffindor.” She said bluntly.

“What?” Harry jumped up in outrage, already feeling the desire to release his wings. “How can she even do that?”

“Calm down, Harry.” The Dinaer took a deep breath and sat back at the table. “That’s better. Now, come on Harry. This is Hermione! She spent hours scouring the most obscure law book in the library. The law she found is ridiculous and I’m sure that it hasn’t been used in centuries, but it is still a law.” She sighed.

“Well? What is it?”

“She has to sign a notarized document stating that she feels ‘unsafe’ sharing a dormitory –despite the fact that you’re living with Snape in the dungeons-- with a magical creature and have two housemates under sign. She already got Seamus and Lavender to sign.”

“Not Ron?”

“Hermione and Ron aren’t speaking currently.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know for sure, but it has something to do with you, I’m sure. My idiot brother might not be such an idiot after all.” She rolled her eyes.

Well that certainly is interesting, Harry thought to himself. “So what happens then?”

“Once she turns in the paperwork, Dumbledore will have to resort you. They’ll do it in the Headmasters office; it’s all very private apparently.”

“I can’t believe this.” Harry felt as if his whole world was falling off its axis. It seemed like just yesterday he and Ron were saving Hermione from a troll, and now she was declaring him ‘unsafe’.

“Well look on the bright side of things, your team is going to be unstoppable.” She quirked a crooked smile and Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

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