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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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Harry smiled as the first dance concluded and Tom held out a hand as a waltz started up. “Dance with me?” He asked, then mentally added, ‘If you think you can keep from undressing me and having your way with me on the dance floor.’

Harry snorted. “You're terrible.” ‘And gorgeous, and sexy, and mine!’ He added.

Tom's smile widened as Harry took his hand and let his mate draw him onto the floor.

They danced for a few minutes, and then Tom said something that made Harry stumble. ‘So, you never did tell me what the horns were for.’

Harry glared up at him for a moment, then smiled. “Well, that’s private.” He murmured.

Tom pulled him closer and ran a hand over one wing. “Which is why I asked through the bond.” He replied. ‘So?’

‘It’s a symbol that there is something different about me. Something that does, or maybe will, set me apart from other Drackens. Horns come in four colours: black, green, golden and red. Red are the most undesirable. It means both that your life will be characterized by bloodshed after bloodshed, and you will die in a very painful and violent way, as well. It is a life of strife, and no matter where you go or what you do, that kind of misfortune will follow you relentlessly. Green is the second most undesirable, as they represent fertility.’

Tom frowned and went to open his mouth, but Harry put a finger against his lips.

‘Extreme fertility. Every time that Dracken lays with their mate in that way, the mate will become pregnant. They are untouched by any contraceptive spell or potion, and are fertile to the point that laying with them will actually cure infertility. They end up with so many children, as Drackens are very sexual, that it is no wonder those with green horns see it as a curse.’

Tom chuckled. ‘I was specifically asking about yours.’ He gently reminded Harry.

Harry nodded. ‘Black, like mine, means that something about my life is fated, and there will be no changing it. Whatever it is, big or small, will happen. I don’t know when it will be, but we will know when it happens. Because the last colour is gold, and mine will become that colour when my fated event comes to pass. It could be something as innocuous as making a new friend, or something as life-altering as losing someone dear to me, or anything in between, really. There is no way to know, and no sense in worrying about it, because it is set in stone, whatever it is.’

“I see.” Tom’s gaze unfocused a bit and turned introspective, and Harry let him have peace to consider the information. He still managed to lead Harry on autopilot, and was jerked out of it when Draco tapped on his shoulder.

“May I cut in?” The blond asked, and Tom’s grip on Harry tightened as he glared at the blond.

Harry put a hand on his arm and gave him a look. “One dance, love. Then you can have me back.” He promised.

Tom stalked off with a pout.

Draco watched him go as he began leading Harry. “He’s pissy.”

“You just took his mate, who he hasn’t seen in twenty-four hours, away from him. Of course he’s in a bad mood.” Harry said in amusement.

“Oh. I suppose you have a point.” Draco agreed.

“Why did you want to dance?” Harry asked, as he moved into Draco's hold and nodded that the blond could lead.

Draco shrugged and began leading him. “I got lonely.” He said.

“Draco, you’ve got two mates. How can you be lonely?” Harry asked wryly.

Draco gave him the Malfoy Eyebrow. “In case you haven’t noticed, both of my mates are over there,” He pointed and Harry looked over to where Arthur was talking with Fred, George and Percy. “Talking with family. I know better than to interrupt that.” He said.

“Ah, yeah, family’s important.” Harry agreed.

“Precisely. So, speaking of family, do you know whether you are getting a brother or sister yet?” He asked curiously.

Harry grinned. “Found out yesterday. Brother.”

Draco chuckled. “Oh, Merlin, another marauder. The twins will be thrilled to hear it. They have pumped Father for all the information he has about them, which isn’t much, as he was in fifth year when they started. He knows first-hand what they did their first two years, and has second-hand accounts of most of the rest through Sev.”

Harry laughed. “They should talk to Sirius.” He said.

“They plan to, trust me.” Draco revealed.

Harry shook his head. “Dad will be thrilled.”

Draco snorted. “Oh, yes, I’m sure he will be.” He agreed.

“So, what’s it like, being the Dominant to Our Lord? Has he been straining at his leash yet?” Draco asked in an undertone.

Harry’s face closed down. “I don’t discuss our private life with anyone, Draco. He doesn’t want our business aired, and neither do I. I will tell you that he hasn’t earned my wrath yet, and that everyone would likely know if he did. That is all I am willing to say.”

Draco nodded. “Sorry, that was rather personal. It’s just that you seemed willing to share yesterday.”

Harry smiled. “Talking about sex in general is hardly letting private information slip. If you don’t know by now that we have been having it at every opportunity, you’ve been living under a rock. But our private affairs are just that: private. We talk to each other about them, and if we need to involve a third party, it will likely only be Dad. Maybe Sirius or Remus someday, but not until I know they are in our corner for certain. Dad, as long-suffering as he is, supports us being together, as long as I am happy.”

Draco tilted his head. “And are you?” He asked. “Happy, I mean.”

Harry’s smile widened and he nodded. “Immensely. Tom is a very good mate for me, we suit perfectly. I needed patience, and tenderness, and someone I could lean heavily upon when things got too hard for me. And he’s provided all that, plus he’s embraced everything I am and hope to one day be. He’s everything I could ask for in a mate.” He said softly. Then his eyes hardened. “And no one had better try and take that away from me.” He added in a growl.

Draco’s eyes widened. “I don’t plan to, calm down.” He said nervously.

“Wasn’t talking about you, just in generalities.” Harry said lightly. “I know you are happy with your mates. You suit well. Keep them grounded for me.”

“I’ll keep their feet as firmly planted on the ground as I can, but they have a tendency to get away from me before I can pull them back down sometimes.”

Harry laughed. “Just do your best.”

“Is the sex good, at least?” Draco asked teasingly. “I’ve always wondered what he’s like in bed. Never enough to try to find out first hand, but in an abstract way, you know.”

Harry grinned. “It is good. He’s amazing. He knows just how to touch me and can take direction when I need him to do things differently. We’re good together.”

Draco smiled and nodded as the dance ended. “Good.” He bowed and led Harry off the floor. “I’m going to go talk to cousin Sirius now. See you later. You should search out your mate.”

Harry snorted. “I intend to. He’s bound to cause trouble left unattended.”

Harry went in search of his erstwhile mate, saying quick hellos to Regulus and Minerva as he passed, Minerva looking a bit flushed and giggling a lot more than usual.

Harry smiled as he left her behind. She had obviously gotten into the wine.

He wandered over to the other side of the yard and found Tom there, nursing a glass of wine and glaring at everyone.

“Calm down. It was a dance.” Harry said, winding his arms around Tom’s neck and drawing him into a kiss before adding, “I’m hardly about to leave you.”

Tom growled. “You could.” He bit out. “And he’s one of the ones you could go to.”

Harry took the glass away and set it on a nearby table. “You’ve had enough.” He said.

“You’re not my parent, Harrison.” Tom snapped.

“No, but I am your mate, and I do demand a certain amount of respect in public!” He snapped back. “I can’t leave you now, and I wouldn’t want to even if I could! You are mine, and I am yours, and we are so good together; why change things when everything is already wonderful as it is?!” Harry asked.

Tom sighed, look softening. “I got a little jealous, I suppose. I may be a bit insecure in our bond. Knowing you had other options threw me. It... It stung, honestly.” He admitted.

Harry smiled. “I know. If you feel that strongly, you could always place a more permanent and formal claim on me, you know.”

“I am not marriage material.” Tom said firmly.

“So you keep saying, but I think we could make it work. You’re exactly what I want, and you’d feel more secure, I bet. But it’s totally up to you. If you want it, you’ll ask. I know you know already what my response would be.” Harry said lightly. “Come on, dance with me some more.”

“I want to do a different kind of dancing.” Tom said lowly, hands coming to rest on Harry’s hips. He pulled his mate close enough to feel how hard he was.

Harry smiled. “Mm, I’d like that, but we can’t slip away. Dad would notice and come looking for us.”

“Come home with me, then.” Tom urged. “I have to have you.”

“Tonight. We need to at least stay until the reception is over. I’m obligated to, and my spending the night at your Manor hinges on me being good until this is over. Besides, Dad would go looking for us, you know that. He’d find us doing unspeakable things to each other, and it would be more embarrassing than anything else could ever be, plus he’d be so disappointed. Let’s not risk it.”

Tom sighed. “I hate logic.” He mourned.

Harry smiled. “We all do, at times. Let’s go dance a bit more and wait for the cutting of the cake.”

“And then we can leave?” Tom asked hopefully.

Harry laughed. “No, but the time will be closer. Patience is a virtue.”

“That I do not have an overabundance of.” Tom muttered as Harry led him back toward the dance floor.

*****

Sirius watched Arthur and his little brother talking, and scowled as he noticed the body language between them. It was clear, even from this distance, that the two were flirting heavily.

Remus came up beside him as Severus stopped to talk to Lucius and followed his gaze. “Really? Regulus and Arthur?” He asked mildly.

Sirius growled and knocked back the rest of his glass of wine, wishing he was allowed to leave the alcohol in it. At least then he could drink his cares away.

Remus watched with a raised eyebrow. “I hope you—”

“I did.” Sirius muttered.

“Then what good did that display do?” Remus asked in amusement.

Sirius sighed. “Absolutely none. He’d better not be messing around with Reggie!” He spat, nodding at Arthur.

Remus chuckled. “Arthur’s a good man, you know that. You’ve trusted him to save your hide more than once, why shouldn’t you trust him with your brother’s heart?”

“He’s so much older than Reggie—”

“Not really.” Remus pointed out.

Sirius shot him a look. “Reggie was in stasis, Remus. He’s nineteen bloody years old!”

Severus came up behind them silently and met Remus’ eyes over Sirius, shoulder. “And you can trust him to watch his own back and know his own mind. You need to have a certain level of innate skill and smarts of several different kinds to become an unspeakable, Sirius.” Severus pointed out, wrapping arms around his waist and kissing his neck as they were shielded from view against a wall. If no one would see, his reputation would still stand.

Sirius relaxed and blew out a breath. “I’d just better get an invitation to the wedding.” He muttered.

Remus laughed. “You know Regulus would return the favour. Now, we should go cut the cake. I’m sure there are several couples getting a little eager to leave and find the nearest bed.”

“Don’t remind me. I saw Harrison and My Lord getting awfully cosy about twenty minutes ago before they moved back to the dance floor. It was nauseating.”

Sirius snorted. “I’m sure he feels the same when thinking about us together.”

Severus smirked. “Yes, and reminding him of those thoughts brings joy to my heart.”

“Twisted and shrivelled thing that it is.” Sirius quipped.

Remus slapped a hand over his mouth. “Mind your tongue until he can properly spank you for mouthing off. Or no kibble.” He said sternly.

Sirius glared at him.

Severus chuckled. “Oh, your arse is in for it tonight, Black.”

Sirius shivered. “Sounds like a good time.” He agreed as Remus removed his hand.

Remus laughed. Married life with these two by his sides would never be dull.
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