A new future
Bèta’d by Vittani, who seems to have the patience of a Saint.
Hun, thank you so much for doing this, I realise that without you my fic would definitely be worth less.
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Thrnbrooke: You are ever the impatient one *giggle*
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“Utinu en lokirim! Lle naa haran e' nausalle n’e lle naa mereth en draugrim , lire amin tela!”
“Son of snakes! You’ll be feadst for the wolves, when I am done with you!”
Celestialuna: Thank you, I’m glad you like it.
Gummibear: It is coming, just be a bit more patient.
A new future
Severus had gone home, to see if he could get through to Eve.
He sent her a thought and she replied instantly.
She would be arriving in two hours time, near the barrier of White Elm.
The dark haired king spent the biggest part of those two hours in his chambers, getting dressed and primping himself.
He wanted to look his best, as if he needed any help to do so.
He was, even by elven standards, a very handsome man.
His jet black hair had a natural shine to it and his face looked like it was sculpted by the hands of Auguste Rodin himself.
The obsidian eyes with the gold specks held so many warm emotions, but could just as easily be void of them, could look at you cold and calculating or look right through you.
His full lips held promises of lusty kisses and naughty adventures, while his jaw showed his strength and determination.
The name of the king was not lost on him either, for he was called Zarath, which meant ‘Golden Hue’, like the tone of his skin.
As he stood a proud 7 ft tall, he was by far the tallest of all elves in his Realm.
Just like Lucius was in his own Realm.
The only problem with king Zarath was that he was very insecure about himself.
He had been in the Wizarding World for a long time, looking like Severus Snape, the meanest, greasiest bat of the dungeons and he was treated like it for just as many years.
Because of that treatment, Severus Snape had come to believe the things people had said about him, because there was nobody around to tell him otherwise. Not since Lily had died, although Poppy was always adamant about his looks.
She used to say his face had character and she would smile her motherly smile at him.
Poppy…what a treasure she was.
The two hours had passed and Severus stood near the barrier to wait for Eve.
He did not have to wait long; he felt her presence nearing him.
“Hello Severus” Eve whispered, when she was standing in front of him.
He was at a loss for words; she looked absolutely breathtaking in her soft green gown.
Her auburn hair looked like it was made of the purest silk, framing her face with soft curls.
The look in her eyes was expectant and open.
“Eve…welcome” was all Severus could say.
He just stared at her some more, losing himself in the depths of her bright blue eyes.
Eve laughed softly and startled Severus out of his musings.
He blushed a bit and offered his arm, so they could take a stroll.
How was he supposed to start this?
What was the best course of action?
Severus began to perspire…Gods, this was difficult.
Well, he’d better start saying something, before she would think he was a few arrows short of a full quiver and take her leave.
“Eve? I have been contemplating something for quite some time. I think it is time for me to let go of the past. I have been thinking about this idea for a fair amount of time” he paused to draw a deep breath.
Picking up where he’d left off, Severus said; “I have known you for many years now and…and…I-I…” and he lost his nerve.
Severus had stopped walking and stood in front of Eve with his head down.
He couldn’t look at her, he just couldn’t.
Eve sighed, she had been waiting for this for so many years now, only for the man to get cold feet, well… she decided she wasn’t going to wait any longer.
Taking Severus by his chin, she lifted his head and asked “Will you marry me, my love?”
Severus’ eyes grew wide, all colour drained from his face , he sighed deeply and he fainted.
Eve stood shell shocked for a moment, before she fell on the floor of the forest, guffawing.
Severus was quite the hero, wasn’t he? she thought amused and sent a thought to Malae.
The dragon appeared and looked shocked at the site that greeted her.
Her king lay on the ground unconscious and the Elder from the other Realm sat next to him holding her belly, while laughing out loud in mirth.
“Is my king hurt?” Malae asked a bit confused.
Eve could only shake her head and laughed even louder, trying to send a coherent thought to the dragon.
From the bits and pieces Malae received, she understood that her king had failed to ask the Elder to marry him, so she took matters in her own hands and asked the question for him.
At that, the king seemingly had passed out.
It took Malae a few seconds to figure out what it all meant, but then let out her own thundering laughter and created quite the panic inside the Realm by doing so.
Severus woke up to the sound of thunder, but quickly understood it was their Watcher that was making the noise.
“Are you quite finished?” he asked the two ‘ladies’ with a sour expression on his face.
This set off Eve and Malae once more and it took some time for them to calm down.
After they were done, Eve asked “What is your answer, Severus?”
Severus blushed deeply and nodded his head.
It might not have gone the way he had imagined it, but now he had her, he wasn’t planning on letting her go any time soon.
Standing up, he offered his hand to help Eve up as well.
She took his hand and he pulled her flush to him, kissing her for all he was worth.
Eve melted in his arms with just that one kiss.
Wow, he might not be a hero when it came to popping the question, but he could kiss her like that any day, if it always felt that good.
Severus picked up on her thoughts and sent back in private “Believe me when I say that the kiss was nothing, compared to what I am capable of” his sultry voice a mere whisper in her head, but enough to soak her undergarments thoroughly.
“If that was nothing, I can’t wait to find out what will be something, then” she sent back mischievously grinning.
Severus looked at her surprised for a moment, before he let out a big howling laugh.
“Keep it up and you might find out faster than you think” he said, after his laughter died down.
Eve’s cheeks turned a bright crimson at that remark and she chose to keep quiet for now.
Severus took the woman in front of him by the hand and led her towards the barrier.
He needed to inform the Elders of their plans, so they could get bonded.
He knew there would be trouble, but he didn’t care.
He loved Eve and wanted her by his side.
He would be damned if he let a group of elves tell him that he couldn’t.
He was the king and they would abide by his rules or they could pack their belongings and move away for all he cared.
He had been very patient up until now and he had mourned long enough.
This was his opportunity to have a new future and by the Gods, he would take it!
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Meanwhile at FeyholdMairn
“Harrrry?” a sultry voice asked.
Harry turned to look at Draco, but he looked as surprised as Harry did, it hadn’t been him.
Harry turned back, a bit confused.
There was someone there, just outside the barrier of the Mairn, but who?
The voice beckoned Harry again and Draco slowly felt his rage build.
It was another dominant, but how could that be?
Malae had told them only elves with good intentions could find FeyholdMairn.
Harry was trembling severely, he didn’t know what to do.
He had yielded to Draco, but he wasn’t bonded yet.
Draco felt Harry’s doubts and he wasn’t having it.
“You can go, you know? But do you really want to?” Draco asked in his most seductive voice.
Harry’s head whipped around towards Draco, eyes big in surprise.
Draco’s voice…it held so much more power, than the unknown voice out there.
He felt his doubt melt away a bit.
“Harry?!” there it was again, that unknown voice, it sounded a bit less sultry and a bit whiny.
“Well? Do you want to go outside of the barrier and find out who the voice belongs to?” Draco asked more seriously, noticing that Harry started to move towards him slowly.
It looked like Harry started to get a bit anxious.
“What is it, love?” Draco asked.
He was getting worried, when he saw his mate become nervous.
“That voice…it’s owner. He doesn’t just want to have me for himself, there is something very cruel coming through with his emotions. He has a real mean streak, Draco” Harry answered, getting more agitated by the minute.
“Harry!” the voice demanded.
Harry shook his head, he was not going out there, but Draco was thinking of doing just that.
Harry felt it and he became a bit angry.
“No, you are not going out there! He is much older and experienced than you. You will be killed, I’m sure of it” he stated.
The stranger grew angry and ground out “Harry, get out here right now!”
At this Harry’s rage flared up with a vengeance.
So he was to go like a good little boy, was he? Well, he would show the stranger just how much of a ‘good little boy’ he was.
He ran full speed towards the barrier, with Draco hot on his trail, who wasn’t going to let his mate go at this alone.
While running, Harry’s hands became claws, his nails long, black and sharp.
His canines elongated and his eyes became blacker than night.
His magic, both wizarding and elven, combined and the stranger was in for a nasty surprise.
Jumping through the barrier Harry seemingly slashed the air, but there was a definite gurgling sound coming from his left side.
When Draco jumped through, he saw six dominants standing around, trying to coax Harry to their side and challenging Draco to a fight.
Harry wasn’t even aware of their voices, all he knew was, there were strangers that were up to no good and they wanted to take him away from Draco.
He went on instinct alone, slashing another throat and jumping towards a third to take him out, while Draco was involved in a two-to-one battle, barely holding himself up.
The only thought running through his head was that Harry was in danger and he needed to protect his mate, show his worth or die trying.
When an arrow pierced his hand, he let out a howl of pain, his rage peeked and he began to change the same way like Harry had.
His claws were a deep burgundy red, his canines elongated too and his eyes became white.
Both his magic sides combined too and Draco slashed the throats of the two dominants that had attacked him, without hesitation.
After the short battle, they were about to turn around to enter the Mairn again, when they saw another group of dominants come near.
Both princes let out similar feral growls and attacked the slightly larger group of elves.
They would not give up that easily.
Some of the elves were in a full rage too, because of Harry’s powerful scent and they were ready to do anything necessary to get their hands on the beautiful sub.
The only thing they had not considered, was the fact that the initial start of the bond already had taken place, when Harry had yielded to Draco.
How could they consider it? They had not been there.
Although they should have known, when they saw both of the princes had turned into Mith’quessir better known as Grey Elves, when they were attacked.
It was the first of three stages a couple-to-be was going to go through and all the dominants there had knowledge of those stages.
The next stage would be Peredhil, the Half-ling stage, that happened while making love.
Last, but certainly not least came Cala’quessir, High Elf stage, where the mates would be bonded in front of the Elders and parents.
The fight was fierce, but both princes were determined to return to the Mairn.
The other elves really didn’t stand a chance against the two Mith’quessir
From the moment they had changed, the battle had been lost to the attackers.
Draco and Harry ripped each and every one of them into shreds with their razor sharp claws and their wolf-like teeth.
After the fight, they turned around and walked away without looking back.
They would not even honour them by burying them, it was better to leave them as the cowards they were, their bones gleaming in the sun.
While entering the Mairn they were changing back to their original forms and as they looked at each other, both young men decided a bath was next on the list of things to do.
After bathing in the spring, they noticed something odd, at least Draco noticed.
He was horny as hell, the fight had done that to him.
When he had seen his mate in all his formidable glory, he had felt so proud.
His chosen one had been the right one for him.
If he hadn’t been sure before, this afternoon had proven it beyond a shadow of a doubt.
“Harry? Do you feel…erm…different, somehow” he asked tentatively
Harry thought about the question and nodded, albeit a bit reluctant.
Draco chuckled, Harry was just as turned on as he was, he was sure of it.
“You want me to do something about it?” the suggestive tone could not be denied.
Harry blushed straight to his roots, he felt as if his entire body was blushing.
He nodded slightly, too embarrassed to say anything.
“Come here, my morning dew and let me kiss it better for you” Draco’s velvety voice drifted towards the dark haired prince.
So this was how it was going to be? Well, he’d show the blonde a thing or two.
His shuttered eyes turned a deep forest green and his reply was as velvety as Draco’s remark had been; “You want me? Come and get me, skill-full bowman”
Draco growled low in his throat, it was such a turn on, when Harry said it like that.
He ran towards his mate, circled his arms around Harry’s waist and kissed him deeply.
He felt like a starving man sitting at a banquet, he just couldn’t get enough of Harry’s taste.
If there was such a thing as heaven, it was here in FeyholdMairn, holding, touching, kissing and caressing his mate like his life depended on it.
Harry felt like all his nerve endings were set on fire everywhere Draco touched, he needed more, but didn’t know what or how to make it clear.
He started to wiggle in Draco’s arms and their members brushed against each other.
Harry moaned at the friction and did it again, deliberately.
Maybe Draco would understand without Harry asking for it.
Draco understood very clearly and picked Harry up in his arms, with his mate’s legs around his hips,
their engorged members touching every other step.
“Harry, could you sit a bit higher, otherwise I don’t think I will make it to the tree without coming full force” Draco asked in a dry voice.
Harry giggled and answered he could just as easily walk himself, which made Draco frown.
He didn’t want to let Harry go, but this wasn’t working either.
Well, he decided it was better for Harry to walk then.
He did want to enjoy this a bit longer, if he could help it.
Inside the tree was a large bed and Draco wanted his first time with Harry to be extra special.
Stepping through the hole in the tree, they entered the chamber only to see it furnished in
the beautiful and traditional elven style.
There was a big hand-carved bed made of oak, that seemed to vibrate with some kind of energy.
It was placed inside a circle of hand-carved candlestick holders, holding burning green candles.
The room smelled of patchouli and sandalwood.
On a table near the opening in the circle stood a stool with a bowl of scented water.
There was no other light, but from the candles, giving the room an atmosphere of peace.
Draco led Harry to the stool and washed both his and Harry’s face, stomach and feet.
Taking Harry inside the circle, Draco felt a bit dizzy.
He stood there staring at his mate, who looked as strange as Draco felt.
“Harry? Are you feeling strange?” he asked with a hollow voice.
“Yes, like I AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH….” Harry screamed, his insides were burning
severely and he felt the need to scratch his body.
It was as if there were fire ants underneath his skin.
Looking at Draco he noticed in a panic that his vision was distorted.
His face seemed to broaden and then took on a very unhealthy greenish colour.
Draco had the same reaction as Harry, feeling as if his insides were being ripped to shreds.
They held on to each other desperately, not knowing what was wrong or what was going to happen next.
At that moment a light appeared in the room, growing stronger and bigger as the seconds went by.
When the light disappeared a very old and wise looking female stood in the room, looking at the two
young elves appraisingly.
“Children, do not be afraid. This is a natural process. It is time for you to go through the second change.
You are becoming pered’hil. This change is necessary for you to be able to connect with heart,
body and spirit and be fertile in this bond. Do not fight it, it will pass soon” she said.
Closing her eyes she spoke an incantation
“Tuula belegotharea lle mellonea, tuula mellonea lle maelamin. Lye weera”
Harry knew what her words meant; “From warriors to friends, from friends to lovers. We agree”
Harry understood who the old woman was now; she was the personification of the Mairn.
He was thankful and humbled by the experience.
After her words were spoken, the woman just disappeared.
They both noticed that the transition had been completed and they looked at each other in awe.
The two princes were positively glowing in the sparse candlelight.
There were strange runes on their upper arms, looking like they were tattooed on.
Draco slid his fingers along Harry’s arms, feeling the warmth radiating off of his lover-to-be.
He shivered with anticipation, this was it, it was finally going to happen, they were finally
going to make love.
He smiled a sexy smile, which Harry returned.
“Are you going to just look at me all night?” the dark haired elf asked teasingly.
Draco couldn’t hold back the lusty growl bubbling up from deep inside.
He grabbed Harry around the waist and started walking backwards towards the bed,
All the while kissing his mate soundly.
His knees came in contact with the side of the bed and they tumbled onto it, hands roaming
to map out each other’s body, memorising every rippled muscle, every little dimple and all the
other details, so uniquely their own.
They both knew instinctively what the other liked, so Harry carded his hands through Draco’s blonde locks, while Draco nipped and sucked just under and below Harry’s ear, earning him a moan and a buck of Harry’s hips, right down on his groin.
Draco couldn’t stand it any longer, he wanted, no…he needed to be inside of Harry right now.
He cupped Harry’s globes and sqeezed them softly, making Harry grind down on Draco harder.
He was so horny, he wanted Draco to do something, anything.
“Draco…I-I need you” Harry stuttered, not knowing how to phrase his longing.
Draco flipped them over and pushed Harry’s knees open slightly.
He didn’t want to spook his mate, so he was careful.
He ran his hands over Harry’s calves and thighs, slowly going upwards.
It wasn’t fast enough for Harry and he made sure Draco would get his point by making little
mewling sounds to get his mate to speed things up a bit.
It worked like a charm, because Draco started kissing and licking Harry’s sack, which was as tight
as a spring ready to uncoil.
Draco worked his way up to Harry’s stiff member and licked the purplish head a few times.
He took Harry deep into his mouth, applying soft pressure and suction, while massaging the balls underneath.
Working his hands over Draco’s shoulders and through his hair, Harry was getting a bit inpatient and tugged on the hair of his lover.
“Hurry Draco, I can’t wait any longer” he said in a sultry voice.
“What if I hurt you, love?” Draco asked a bit worried.
Harry smiled softly and stated “You won’t, don’t worry. My body is as ready as my mind is”
Draco slipped his hand down Harry’s body and was startled when his fingers found Harry’s rectum to be lubricated and stretched already.
It managed to make Draco even harder, even though Draco hadn’t thought it possible.
Sitting up on his knees Draco pulled Harry’s bottom into his lap and placed his engorged cock
carefully at Harry’s entrance, easing his way in.
He hadn’t counted on Harry’s actions though.
The black haired elf swung his legs around Draco’s waist and pulled the blonde towards him fast,
impaling himself on the hard, hot flesh.
They groaned out in unison at the feeling.
Draco started a slow steady pace and Harry met him thrust by thrust.
Draco unlocked Harry’s legs from around his waist, bent forwards and started pounding into Harry.
Speeding up the pace both elves worked themselves into a frenzy of lust.
Harry let out little grunts of satisfaction at the friction between his own cock and Draco’s abdomen.
Draco felt himself approach his orgasm and fisted Harry’s cock in counter rhythm to his thrusts.
Harry was overcome with desire and begged Draco to go faster, harder.
All of a sudden they both felt themselves go higher and higher, until they reached their peak and stars exploded behind their eyes.
Drifting on the clouds of post-orgasm bliss, both men took a long time to regain their bearings.
Their first conscious thought was “Wow!”
And it was also their last, for they fell asleep right after that thought.
