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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Chapter List
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AN: Chapter 14; well this chapter took a lot more work than I had thought it would, but it is finally done. Chapter 15 is also not going to be far behind, hopefully. Thank you all for your patience and now that I am free from university work, I am going to spend the next week doing nothing but writing.
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 09/07/2015)

Christmas day at Hogwarts had been long but wonderful for Harry and Draco. The day had dawned cold and crisp, so they had been very happy to stay under their nice warm covers. Dobby had been ecstatic to bring them breakfast in bed, and after a further hour or so of cuddling, they had forced themselves to get up and go open the small stack of presents they each had. They had opened them together, sitting on the floor of their living room, close to the warmth of the fire.
Draco's gifts had even included a letter from his mother; it had made him grin like a mad man, but he didn’t seem inclined to discuss its contents, and Harry decided not to push him for the details. He was just glad to see his beautiful mate so obviously happy, knowing as he did how much Draco worried about his mother.
They had eventually left their rooms late in the day, when they had gone down to the Great Hall to have Christmas Dinner with the staff and the other students who had remained. Harry had done a double-take as they entered the Hall; he had seen it decorated before, of course, but it seemed that the elves had outdone themselves this year and it took his breath away.
“Something wrong, love?” Draco had asked, turning to look at his dominant mate when Harry paused just inside the door.
“No!” Harry had declared emphatically, as he drew his gaze from the room to grin at his mate. “It’s just… so amazing!”
“It’s probably just the company,” Draco had teased, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and grinning up at him. The dominant had laughed happily at that, letting his mate lead him further into the room.
It had been a good day, full of memories that Harry knew he would cherish but it was now the evening of Boxing Day, which the two of them had decided to spend alone in their rooms.
"I am glad we stayed here," Harry whispered to Draco; the two of them were sat on their bed together, innocently cuddling.
Draco was sat between Harry's legs, leaning sideways against his dominant mate's chest; it had become a normal way for them to be close, despite the hindrance of Draco's wings. The blond was currently reading a book of stories about potions that went wrong.
Harry was more or less content to just sit and watch Draco read, holding his submissive close, as he gently ran his fingers over the purple wings that twitched under his touch and through Draco's long blond hair that was perfectly smooth to the touch.
"Me too." Draco agreed absent-mindedly; his eyes were still fixed on the book even as he leaned his head unconsciously into Harry's hand, enjoying, without really noticing the gentle massage Harry was giving him as the dominant was playing gently with his hair.
Harry smiled fondly at his mate, not surprised that Draco hadn't even pulled his nose out of the book to reply. Wanting a little bit of attention from his submissive, Harry lightly gripped Draco's hair, gently turning his mate's head so that he could press their lips together.
Draco hadn't expected the possessive and demanding action, but moaned his appreciation none the less; wanting to have his hands free to touch Harry, the blond snapped his book closed and tossed it over the side of their bed without breaking the kiss, his hands scrunching in the front of Harry's t-shirt the second they were empty, pulling their bodies closer to one another.
"Harry..." Draco whispered, slightly breathlessly as they broke the kiss, turning and throwing his legs over Harry's, so that he was straddling his boyfriend's lap. Harry’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close and Draco found himself wanting more. "Can we...?” he asked, hesitating for a moment, not quite how to word it. “I think we should... I would like... erm... I want to... you know...?"
Draco signed, resting his forehead against Harry’s chest, cursing himself for struggling to find the words and making himself sound like an idiot at the same time. He knew he was going to have to explain himself a lot more clearly than that to get passed Harry's obliviousness.
And sure enough, when Draco looked up, the dominant was wearing a ridiculously cute but rather confused expression. "Come again?" Harry asked.
"That’s exactly what I was trying to say," Draco said, chuckling at the accidental innuendo, meeting Harry’s eye and willing him to understand.
It took Harry a few seconds, staring at his submissive in confusion, before he finally caught on to what Draco had been implying. The blond could tell the moment it clicked in Harry’s mind, as an expression of dawning understanding crossed his face, his lips twitching into a lustful smile a moment later.
Draco chuckled again, before pressing himself closer to Harry’s body, a teasing smirk on his face. "But I mean properly,” he clarified, “I want to have sex, Harry. Think of it as our Christmas present to ourselves," he suggested.
Harry’s expression became suddenly serious, as he narrowed his eyes at Draco; the submissive went to pull away, feeling foolish for having even suggested it, but Harry’s arms kept him from being able to go anywhere. "You're sure?" the dominant asked seriously.
"I'm sure." Draco promised with a soft smile on his face now that he understood that Harry wasn’t rejecting him. “I am really sure,” he added, as he leaned forward, the words brushing against Harry’s lips, before the stole a desperate kiss, grinding his hips against Harry.
The two of them moaned happily into their kiss at the friction the movement gave them; Harry could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his belly, his own rapidly growing beneath his submissive’s arse. This they were both familiar with, this mutual pleasure, and the dominant held Draco close, tongues teasing each other, Harry’s fingers brushing over Draco’s wings.
As they broke apart in a desperate need for air, Harry managed to pick Draco up enough to be able to lie him down on their bed, the submissive’s wings spread beneath him on the covers as Harry moved to lean over him.
“You need to lose these,” the blond said insistently, reaching down to push at the waistband of the only item of clothing Harry was wearing, his pyjama trousers. Harry was only happy to oblige, quickly ridding himself of them before rather forcefully pressing their lips back together again as he leaned over his mate once more.
Harry’s hands moved to Draco’s waistband before pausing and pushing himself up enough to look down at the blond beneath him. “Are you...?” Harry started to ask again, his voice a little gruff with arousal and desire.
“I’m sure,” Draco insisted breathlessly, cutting Harry off before he could even ask fully. “I’m really damned sure,” he added with a hint of fond exasperation, when Harry continued to look concerned.
Apparently that was enough for him, because Harry chuckled at that, leaning down to press another firm kiss to Draco’s lips for a few seconds; and when he pulled back, he tugged on the waistband of Draco’s pyjama trousers and, with a little help from his submissive, managed to remove them, leaving the two of them both completely naked.
Draco parted his legs and let Harry settle between them, their erections brushing together and the friction making them both shudder and gasp happily with the sensation. Harry leaned forward and joined their lips again, hoping to express just how much he enjoyed having his boyfriend lying beneath him like this. Harry used his knee to spread his mate’s legs a little more and took Draco’s length in his hand, stroking him a couple of times with a firm grip as his submissive’s hands threaded into his hair, deepening their kiss.
He only teased Draco for a few moments longer before trailing his fingers down over his mate’s balls and between the cheeks of Draco’s arse. The blond was moaning into Harry’s mouth as the soft touches were already driving him wild; and Draco had no idea how Harry was managing to focus on the wonderful things his tongue was doing whilst his fingers explored much further south.
Draco gasped in shock, breaking their kiss and looking up at Harry with wide grey eyes, as a single finger pressed against his entrance before gently pressing inside him, its path slick with the natural lubricant the submissive Erote body produced.
Harry stared into his mate’s eyes, watching his reactions closely, as he saw as Draco began to relax once more; he shifted his weight to his knees and found himself mesmerised by the sight before him. Draco’s wings were spread wide beneath him, the rich purple in startling contrast to the long blond hair that haloed the submissive’s head.
“Harry,” Draco whimpered, his hand tightly gripping onto Harry’s arms, the dominant’s finger still buried inside him. He had known he wanted this, but he was still a little relieved to find it didn’t hurt; he supposed he had his submissive nature to thank for that, but right now all he could think was that he needed more.
His mate’s uttered gasp of his name seemed to pull Harry from his daze, and he quickly moved his free hand to Draco’s cock, stroking it again and using the drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip to ease the movement. Draco was once again letting out moans of approval when Harry pushed a second finger inside him, the pleasure helping to distract the blond from the additional digit his body was taking.
“Merlin; more, Harry,” Draco demanded, his fingers digging into Harry’s arms so tightly he was sure there would be bruises tomorrow. It was clear though that Harry cared about that no more than he did, as the dominant’s green eyes were watching him intently, as he carefully thrust his fingers in and out of Draco’s body, Harry’s own erection obviously hard and leaking.
“Harry, please….” Draco continued to beg, and Harry moaned at the wanton sound, his own wings all but bursting from his back, and towering over them both, before he suddenly added a third digit, stretching the submissive open to take him.
“So beautiful,” Harry muttered, as he continued to push his fingers into Draco’s body whilst simultaneously stroking at his cock. He spread the digits wide, causing his mate’s back to arch up, those thin lips curving in surprise, as the action pressed against the bundle of nerves inside him.
Draco tried to speak, tried to demand that Harry quit teasing, but his brain was hazy with lust and desire; thankfully Harry got the message and promptly withdrew his fingers, using his hand that was slick with Draco’s natural lubricant to coat own hardness. He used one hand to affectionately brush the blond hair from Draco’s damp forehead, the submissive’s hands moving to grip at the covers beneath them as they met each other’s eyes and as Harry leaned forward, lining the head of his erection up against the submissive’s arse.
“I need you,” Draco pleaded, feeling as though his sanity had long since slipped through his fingers, but Harry was as desperate as he was, his barely touched cock aching with the need to be inside his submissive mate. And so Harry pushed forwards, one hand holding his erection as the tip pressed inside.
Draco gasped and reached out, one hand grabbing the arm Harry was using to support himself, the other hand pressed against the dominant’s chest. Harry forced himself to stop moving, leaving just the head of his cock inside his mate; the panic that he might have hurt Draco helped him to resist the urge to push balls-deep into that warm, slick hole.
“Draco?” Harry asked; his voice was rough, deep, and heavy with lust, and he could feel his body trembling. The blond, however, said nothing, just taking a few deep breaths before nodding in encouragement. Harry opened his mouth, but he was not even given a chance to speak before Draco was pleading with him once again.
“More! Merlin, Harry,” Draco was begging, his lips parted little gasps brushing over them as he, wriggled, clearly trying to impale himself further. “More! Please more!” Draco added earnestly and Harry complied, pushing in steadily till he was fully sheathed inside his boyfriend.
They were both gasping for air as they revelled in the moment of connection. Draco didn’t even remember moving his hand to place it against Harry’s cheek; grinning with happiness, Harry mirrored the action and they both opened their minds, sharing the moment with each other as intimately as they could. It was glorious and they could feel how that was something they both agreed on completely.
There was a part of Harry that didn’t want to move, that didn’t want to break the intensity of the moment, but the heaviness in his balls and the throbbing on length, surrounded by Draco’s body, was too much. Pulling his cock half out of his submissive, Harry thrust back into Draco; their mutual lust, pleasure and love flared inside them and over the bond. It was slightly awkward as Draco shifted against him, seeking more as they tried to find a rhythm, and yet it was perfect in its imperfections.
Harry thrust hard and Draco moaned as his dominant’s hard length filled him up, his prostate stroked repeatedly, as Harry continued to move, the large green wings flexing above them; Draco wanted to speak, but there were no words, his body trembling from the tingles and sparks that being claimed so completely gave him.
Harry leaned down and stole a kiss as his wings curled around them protectively for a moment, as he held himself inside Draco, before breaking away with a sound that was half groan, half growl as his wings spread to their full span, towering over the both of them as Harry picked up the pace, repeatedly thrusting into his mate.
Draco was sure his hips would have bruises from where Harry’s fingers were holding him, helping him to meet every movement. The submissive’s hand moved almost without thought to grip his own aching cock, which was rock hard between them. Harry, however, had other ideas and tutted teasingly as he pulled Draco’s hand away.
The dominant was looking smug as he gripped both of Draco’s wrists and pinned them either side of his submissive’s body, using his own hips to pin Draco to the bed. Draco growled his frustration, making Harry chuckle deeply, the sound causing Draco’s cock to twitch with arousal and desire.
“You’re going to come from just me being inside you,” Harry told him, and Draco tipped his head back and moaned wantonly as his dominant mate continued to thrust, his erection brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside the blond’s body.
Draco had never believed that he would want to submit, let alone find it attractive but, as Harry took control, with an unrelenting grip on his wrists and the weight of the dominant’s body on top of him, Draco was more turned on that he had even been before in his life. Harry’s use of such a commanding tone only added to the intensity of it all.
The submissive’s mind was foggy with lust and pleasure, and the sight and sensation of Harry all around him was driving him crazy; he was almost painfully close, his whole body felt tightly wound and on the verge of exploding as his mate thrust into him, claiming him. Draco was sure, from rhythm of Harry’s breathing, that his boyfriend wasn’t far behind him.
“Come for me, Draco,” Harry ordered suddenly in a husky voice, and it didn’t even occur to the submissive not to comply.
Draco’s body spasmed as his climax washed over him; he tried to call Harry’s name but thought it was more just a sound than a real word. His seed spilled onto his belly, as the muscles in his arse clenched tightly around Harry’s cock and he felt the dominant empty himself into his body with an exclamation of pure bliss.
Harry held himself over Draco for a moment, trying to catch his breath and taking care to pull his wings in, folding them behind himself and willing them away as he pulled Draco up into his arms. He felt so overwhelmed by the love he felt for his mate as he eased himself from his submissive’s body and Draco didn’t even think to resist when Harry wrapped him up in his arms and rolled them both over.
Harry stared up at the ceiling above them and held Draco close as they both tried to recover. The dominant’s fingers trailed over his mate’s hair, and the feathers of his now folded wings.
It was Draco, however, who seemed to come back to himself first, the blond smiling as he enjoyed the moments of post-orgasm bliss, safe in the arms of his mate. “Merry Christmas, Harry,” he said quietly, tucking his head in against his mate’s neck, letting drowsiness wash over him.
Draco felt more than heard Harry’s soft chuckle. “Merry Christmas, Draco,” Harry replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his blond hair. ‘A very merry Christmas, indeed,’ he thought to himself with a dopey grin on his face as he held his mate in his arms.
-#-
The awkwardness that both Draco and Harry had been concerned would be between them after taking their relationship to the next level never happened; they had spent most of the few days since holed up in their rooms cuddled close together.
Draco had done a lot of reading; even Harry had managed to work his way through some of the books that Hermione had liberated from the library, though often he preferred to just watch his mate and that was what he was doing at the moment from his seat on their sofa.
It was the day before New Year’s Eve and the two of them were once again enjoying the peace and quiet of their rooms as they had done for most of the holidays. Draco was curled up in one of the chairs, lost in his thoughts and trying to work out if and how he should talk to Harry about the invitation the Christmas letter from his mother had contained.
"... decide?"
Draco looked up in surprise and over to where Harry was sat; he had to blink a few times to clear his head. His brain was managing to register that Harry had said something but he honestly had no idea what it has been. "Sorry, what did you say?" he asked.
Harry chuckled fondly. "I asked what you were trying to decide," he told his mate with an understanding and affectionate smile.
Draco frowned a little in confusion, not sure how it was that Harry could have known he was trying to decide anything. "How did you...?" he asked, turning in his seat to face his mate properly.
"I recognised your pensive expression," Harry explained; he found that he was getting fairly good at reading Draco now, particularly the two of them having had the last week mostly to themselves. "I might be able to help," he offered, holding out his hand towards the blond.
Draco only hesitated for a moment before he pushed himself out of the chair and pressed his slender fingers into the offered hand, let Harry gently tug him down onto the sofa and against his side. He took a deep breath to find his courage and, making a decision, pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket.
"This is the letter my mother sent me," Draco told his mate, unfolding it carefully and holding it out for Harry to take; he had read it enough times to know it all by heart, and had been putting off telling Harry about the offer it contained.
"The one that was with your Christmas present?" Harry asked with a thoughtful expression as he accepted the parchment from his boyfriend, remembering back to the letter that had been enclosed with Draco’s present from his mother.
Draco nodded in confirmation. "She has asked us to Paris, to see in the New Year with her and Adrien," the submissive explained, pointing out a paragraph about half way down the page, so that Harry could read the invitation for himself.
Harry, however, was not paying much attention to the letter at all, and was staring at the blond in surprise. "That's tomorrow, Draco.”
"I know,” Draco said, feeling a little bad for having sprung this on Harry like he had. “I just..." he started but promptly cut himself off with a sigh, not really sure how to explain why he hadn’t said anything before.
"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" Harry asked kindly, looking worried. He had thought that things were going well between them and he didn’t understand what would have made his mate keep such a secret for almost a week.
"I didn't want you to feel we have to go,” Draco said a little defensively, sitting up so that he was no longer leaning against Harry’s side. “You gave up your Christmas with the Weasleys and..." Draco tried to explain, but Harry just sighed with frustration.
"I CHOSE to spend my Christmas with YOU," Harry insisted, placing his hands on either side of Draco’s face to ensure the submissive could see the sincerity on his face. "Besides,” he added with a soft, fond smile, releasing his hold on Draco, and taking his mate’s hand instead, “I have had you all to myself for over a week, I can agree to share you with your mother for one evening."
Draco chuckled, at little at that, looking down at their joined hand for a moment before looking back up at Harry. "You really want to go?" he asked sceptically; he liked the idea of seeing his mother but he mean what he had said, he didn’t want to push Harry into it.
"Sure, why not?" Harry asked with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders. "It would be good for me to get to know your mother better and it would be great for you to get some time with her,” he insisted; he still worried about Draco being separated from his parents, and he certainly didn’t want to be the reason for it. “And we would both be able to get to meet this Adrien fellow your mother is so apparently taken with. Besides, I have never been out of Britain before," he added with enthusiasm.
"Yes, it would be good to meet him,” Draco agreed, before his brain processed the rest of what Harry had said. “Wait, never? What, really?!" he exclaimed in shock, staring at Harry with obvious disbelief. "You can't be serious," he said a little more calmly a second later, when Harry nodded.
Harry gave his mate a wry smile, not quite sure how he felt about Draco’s genuine surprise at that revelation. "I'm serious, Draco,” he told him. ”And yes, really,” he went on, answering his boyfriend’s previous question, and not wanting to dwell on his own upbringing. “Let's send a letter to your mother quickly and tell her we’ll go."
"Yes, I’ll write to her now,” Draco said enthusiastically. “Will you write to Dumbledore asking if we can either use the floo in his office or get a portkey?" the blond requested as he jumped up to go start writing a reply to Narcissa.
"Sure thing, Love," Harry agreed, unable to keep from grinning at how happy this had made his mate, watching as Draco headed across the room; but the blond stopped, only about half way to the desk, turning around and quickly rushing back over to Harry to give him a chaste kiss.
"Thank you,” Draco told him earnestly, “I really do appreciate this."
Harry pulled him down for another kiss. "You're welcome," he responded as they broke apart.
-#-
For the third time in about a week Severus awoke to find himself wrapped up in Lucius’ strong, warm arms, his own back pressed against the taller man’s chest; it was a feeling that he was quickly growing addicted to.
He had freaked out the first morning it had happened, far more panicked than he would ever like to admit. He had quickly tried to get out of the bed, to escape, but Lucius’ arms had remained securely around him, holding onto him stubbornly, and Severus had promptly ceased his struggles lest he end up making himself look like a weak fool.
"I am not going to let you run away from me, Severus," the blond man had warned in a voice that had been stern, despite Lucius’ obvious sleepiness.
The memory made Severus smile now, as he laid perfectly still in Lucius’ arms, not wanting to wake the man behind him for the moment. It felt as though that first night they had spent together was much longer than a week ago, which he supposed was due to how close the two of them had become; if he hadn't already been head over heels in love with Lucius before, he was sure that he would have been by now anyway.
He was endlessly thankfully for the Christmas holidays, and that his time was entirely his own, whilst the school was relatively free from students. They had certainly endeavoured to make the most of it, and Severus might have felt embarrassed about how much like a pair of horny teenagers they had been behaving, if he hadn’t been enjoying it so much; he was quite certain he had been kissed, groped, teased and fucked more in the last week than he had in the rest of his life.
Not that he was complaining, of course, he loved every moment of it; but he couldn't help but worry. Was Lucius truly as much in his right mind as he was insisting? The blond seemed so much more like his normal self but Severus couldn't be sure. And even if he was completely himself, what was to stop Lucius from running right back to the Dark Lord the second they let him out of his caged room?
No, Severus knew that he couldn’t allow that to happen; they would have to take measures to keep him in check until the war was completely over. ‘Great start to a loving relationship that is,’ Severus thought derisively. 'I love you but you have to stay locked up because I don't trust you not to betray us all.'
Severus mentally cursed and once again found his mind conflicted between his love for the man holding him and his wishes that he might have found the strength to be able to stay away from Lucius; but he knew that he would never have been able to resist what the man was offering.
"I can practically hear you thinking," Lucius told him, his voice gruff from sleep.
Severus stiffened in his arms as Lucius’ words pulled him suddenly from his thoughts; he almost felt guilty for his own thoughts, awkward in having been caught thinking so deeply, even though he knew Lucius could not possibly have known what thoughts were swirling around in his mind. "I should go," Severus told him, not sounding particularly enthused by his own suggestion, and making a rather feeble attempt to get out of the bed.
Lucius, however, didn't loosen his grip, if anything, just pulling Severus closer to his own body. "No, you should stay right here," the blond insisted, and it was only a few moments before he felt Severus give up and relaxed in his arms.
"How is this ever going to work, Lucius?” Severus asked, knowing he had failed to keep the bitterness from his tone. “We both know that I can't risk trusting you, even if you do promise Draco and me that you will choose our side," he pointed out quietly. He wished that there was something Lucius could do to prove his loyalty, but there was nothing he could think of that would be enough.
"It will work because I know that you not trusting me is about the war, not about us," Lucius told him with a kiss to the back of his head. Severus hummed sceptically. "I will talk to Draco in the new year,” the blond went on, before the potion master could say anything more. “I might believe in the Dark Lord's cause, but even that is not worth the loss of my son and heir," he admitted with a sigh.
Severus felt his mind relax a little at those words, glad that Lucius had reached such a conclusion, it would certainly make it easier to keep Lucius there if he was going to choose Draco over the Dark Lord. "Nor the loss of your grandchild?" Severus asked, needing to know where the man stood in regards to that situation.
“That too,” Lucius snarled out through gritted teeth, “even if it will be a Potter.” The last word was all but spat from his lips in disgust.
Severus sighed, not really surprised at the blond’s reaction but hoping that Lucius would at least try to pretend to be okay with the parentage of Draco’s child; it would be essential if Draco was even going to hear Lucius out in the New Year. "It is still Draco's child, Lucius," Severus reminded him, as he turned around in the taller man’s hold and looked up at him.
"I know," Lucius agreed through gritted teeth. "That knowledge does nothing to ease my concern that the Malfoy name will not survive this generation." He wasn’t going to let that happen of course, but he needed to speak with Draco before he could form a plan.
"Lucius, your best hope, on that count, is to keep Draco on side,” Severus told him firmly. “Or rather get him back on side, given you are not exactly in his favour at the moment," the potions master corrected. "You might want to try treating Potter and the baby like the family they are."
“I don’t know how you can suggest I let that half-blood be family,” Lucius sneered, with a look of revulsion on his face. “He has defiled my son, and family name, and polluted our blood.”
“I might remind you that I am a half-blood too,” Severus said sharply, before ploughing on with determination. “But that child is happening whether you like it or not, and the way to win Draco’s favour is through accepting Potter and the child,” he told him sternly, hoping that Lucius would listen. “Draco knows what the Malfoy family name means to you and at least this way, when they have a second son you may still get your Malfoy heir."
"How many children are you expecting my son to bear him?" Lucius asked incredulously, looking at Severus with wide eyes.
The potions master couldn’t help but be a little amused by this reaction. "Let's just say that a second son is likely a ‘when’, not an ‘if’," he told him with a wry smile. While he had no issue with Draco having multiple children, that would also mean multiple Potter children.
Lucius gave a haughty scoff of disbelief. "You honestly believe that Potter would ever allow one of his precious children to be named Malfoy?” the blond asked sceptically. “That boy hates my family."
Severus sighed and shook his head slightly. "Hates your family, Lucius?” he asked, wondering if the man had been paying any attention to how Harry and Draco had been with each other that day in the Entrance Hall. “Potter loves Draco, far more than I think you believe,” Severus insisted; he didn’t like that the two boys were together, but he couldn’t deny the way that Harry was with the young blond. “If Draco asked such a request of him, Potter would grant it; I am all but certain of that."
"Hmm," Lucius hummed, looked thoughtful and pondering Severus’ advice. It was not without merit. "You may have a point," he conceded, though he still felt determined to speak with Draco himself before settling on a course of action.
"I was a Slytherin too, you know,” Severus reminded him smugly, pressing himself firmly against Lucius’ body, and leaning up enough that his lips were barely brushing over the other man’s. “You might want to actually try listening to me occasionally,” he scolded teasingly.
Lucius, however, was in no mood to be teased, and so leaned in and kissed the dark haired man in his arms, pulling them close against each other.
"I will try to do that in future." Lucius promised, as they broke apart for air.
-#-
Narcissa was grinning happily as Draco and Harry stepped out of the floo, into the large, grand drawing room of Adrien's house in Paris. Harry thought she looked a little bit mad with such an expression on her face, though it was certainly the happiest Harry had ever seen her; not that he had had a great deal of contact with her over the years, he supposed.
Draco was rather startled to realise that it was the happiest he had seen his mother since he was a very young boy, and it made him even more certain that the separation of his parents had been best for everyone.
"I am so glad you boys decided to join us," Narcissa told them merrily, as he hurried forward and pulled Draco into a warm embrace that startled him slightly for a moment, before he quickly wrapped his arms around her in return.
"I am glad too, Mother," Draco told her earnestly and Harry could hear his boyfriend’s smile even though it was buried in his mother's shoulder.
Harry stayed a few steps back from his mate, allowing the two of them a moment, and smiling fondly as he watched the Narcissa hold her son close, in a show of more honest parental affection he had actually believed possible from the woman. However, he was vaguely aware of feeling on edge, a tension in his back and a niggling instinct that was telling him not to let Draco out of his sight.
"Ah, you are ‘ere," a man pronounced happily in a soft French accent, breaking through the moment.
Harry cried out slightly in shock as his wings pushed forcefully out of his back and unfurled so quickly that they collided with the ceiling. He was still feeling stunned as he followed his instincts and quickly pulled them under control, wrapping the large mass of dark green feathers around Draco and Narcissa, the latter simply due to her proximity to her son, in order to shield them from the tall, slender, brunet man who stood in the doorway, looking stunned.
"Oh, Merlin," Adrien gasped out faintly, his French accent thickening with his surprise and anxiety at the nearly fourteen feet of feathered wings that had unexpectedly appeared in his home.
"Harry, what are you doing?” Draco demanded to know, as he took in the sight of the familiar feathers wrapped around him, Harry’s arms now curled tightly around his waist; though he was rather confused about why Harry would have brought out his wings right then.
“Harry, that is Adrien,” Narcissa said softly, having relinquished her own hold on her son. “He is no threat to Draco or the baby." She was honestly rather impressed with the huge wings around them, and the speed with which Harry had reacted to the perceived threat, but kept her attention fixed on the boy himself, wanting to defuse the situation before it got out of hand.
"Harry," Draco said, far more firmly than his mother had spoken; her words had helped him understand what was going on. He was realising, retrospectively, that this was truly the first time, since Harry had come into his inheritance, since they had become mated, that they had been somewhere other than the castle.
Hogwarts was a safe and familiar place to both of them, somewhere that they both know more or less everyone around them to some extent already. It hadn't even occurred to either of them that Harry's protective instincts were bound to go haywire, but Draco felt that was a rather foolish oversight now.
With some difficultly given the wings around them and his own wings folded on his back, Draco turned to face his mate. "You need to calm down, Harry," Draco told him sternly.
Harry, however, was not really listening, his fiery green eyes fixed intently on Adrien through a gap between his wings, keeping Draco and their child safely wrapped up in his arms.
"I mean you no ‘arm," Adrien said softly, tried to calm him. However, this only succeeded in drawing a warning growl from Harry. “Okay, I will leave, and be in the kitchen,” the Frenchman said, and Draco was glad when the man backed away to give them a moment to work things out.
"Harry..." Narcissa tried again, but that just caused the dominant to growl softly at her instead.
"Mother, just stop, please," Draco requested tersely before turning all his attention to his mate. "HARRY JAMES POTTER!" he practically yelled, stamping his foot. "You need to stop this RIGHT NOW!"
Harry froze and looked down at his clearly pissed off submissive; he blinked slowly a couple of times as he started to actively process the situation. 'Oh, that's not good,' he thought to himself as he took in the scowl on Draco's face. He let his eyes drift to the woman who was practically his mother-in-law and then finally his own wings, which the three of them were wrapped in.
“...Erm...sorry...,” Harry said with a nervous chuckle and wearing a crooked half smile in hope that Draco might stop glaring at him and start to see the funny side of the situation.
“Are you going to put your wings away now that we have established that no one is about to attack me?” Draco asked and Harry could hear the amusement creeping into his voice despite his best efforts.
Harry took a calming breath as he shut his eyes and focused, managing to carefully retract his wings in and make them disappear. He winced as he looked around and noticed the marks and dents on the walls and ceiling, from where his wings had hit them; he was mostly just glad that he hadn’t broken anything. “I am really sorry, Narcissa,” he apologised earnestly, feeling quiet embarrassed.
“It’s okay, Harry,” Narcissa told him with an understanding nod of her head, his eyes darting briefly to where the dominant Erote’s arms were still around her son. “I should probably be glad that you’re this protective of my son; though I won’t deny that it was rather alarming.”
“I don’t think it was quite the greeting Harry and I had in mind either,” Draco said with a frown; it was as though they had intended this to happen. “Harry is still pretty new to this Erotes thing too and his protective instincts are in overdrive with me being pregnant," he explained, wanting his mother to understand. "This is the first time we have had to deal with someone we don’t already know and it is the first time we have been out of the castle.”
“I really am sorry,” Harry repeated, his voice pleadingly apologetic; he didn't want to be the cause of any tension between Draco and his mother, this trip was supposed to help things between them not cause problems.
Narcissa sighed. “I know," she said firmly, her voice calm; she really did understand, but was still feeling a little shaken. "I am just going to go check on Adrien and bring him back in here,” she said, stepping away from the two boys and heading for the door.
“I am so sorry, Draco.” Harry told his boyfriend in a hushed tone once Narcissa had left them alone in the room. Harry was so ashamed of having lost control, and was sure that he had embarrassed his mate, but Draco simply took his hand and led him over to the sofa, and Harry rested his head in his hands.
“Harry, you didn’t hurt anyone and you were just acting on instinct," Draco pointed out. He knew better than most how easy it was to let instincts take over, and at least neither his mother nor Adrien would get any silly ideas about trying to separate him and Harry; not that he had thought they would anyway. "I think you surprised them more than anything,” the blond tried to reassure him.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Harry confessed, his words muffled by his hands.
Draco chuckled. “It isn’t like I will be reminding you of this for the rest of our lives,” he said with amusement.
Harry looked up and frowned at the cheeky grin that was plastered on his mate's face. “You’re going to, aren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer; he and Draco might have come to understand each other, but that didn't change that the submissive was a devious Slytherin at his core.
“Of course I am,” Draco said with an unrepentant smirk. “First time we visit my mother and you go all over-protective dominant? That is too good to forget,” he told his mate, patting a hand on Harry’s knee in mock sympathy.
Harry groaned and put his head back in his hands. He was embarrassed, but he also found Draco's teasing endearing; though he was sure that it was entirely down to his Erote instincts regarding his mate.
“Is it safe?” Adrien asked, and Harry and Draco both looked up to see the Frenchman' head peer around the doorframe; thankfully the man did seem to be, at least partly, joking.
“Let me make proper introductions.” Narcissa insisted, as she stepped past Adrien and into the room, the man following her into the living room and towards the boys. “Adrien, this is my son, Draco, and his bonded, Harry. Harry, Draco, this is Adrien.”
The two students got to their feet as they were approached. “It’s nice to meet you, Adrien,” Draco greeted, shaking the Frenchman's hand.
“You as well, Draco. I ‘ave heard much about you,” Adrien told him with a smile in Narcissa's direction.
“Sorry about before. I really appreciate you inviting us here,” Harry said to Adrien, wrapping one arm around Draco’s waist and offering his free hand for Adrien to shake.
Adrien took it and gave him a kind smile. “It is forgiven, I understand. As it happens my little sister ‘ad quite an obsession with magical inheritances when we were growing up, so I know a little about Erotes; I believe it was not personal.”
-#-
Following the apologies, and the more successful introductions, both Draco and Harry found that they actually rather liked Adrien; he was surprisingly funny. They had taken seats on two sofas, the two Erotes next to each other, and Narcissa sat next to Adrien; it was wonderful to watch her smile and laugh.
Harry still couldn’t help his protective instincts, which were making him feel obsessively protective over Draco, and thus was barely letting his mate out of arms reach, let alone out of sight. However, Harry he had not lost control again, and so they were counting that as a win.
“We need something else to drink,” Adrien told them all with an enthusiastic clap of his hands, clearing away the tray of tea with a simple swish of his wand before getting to his feet.
“I’ll give you a hand,” Harry offered, getting to his feet, wanting to give Draco a few minutes with his mother. Plus it seemed like a good opportunity to get to know Adrien a little better, mostly in the hope that it would put his Erote mind at ease.
The two of them headed into the kitchen and Harry was glad to find that he could still see where Draco was sitting and smiled when he saw Narcissa move to sit next to his mate; she appeared to be fussing over him, if Draco’s small scowl and attempts to push away her hands were any indication.
Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing; he knew that while Draco disliked being mollycoddled and showed that clearly on his face, he also loved the motherly affection that Narcissa never felt able to show in public.
“She loves ‘im very much,” Adrien stated when he noticed Harry watching the pair of them
“I am starting to realise that,” Harry admitted with a soft smile. “I always assumed that the Malfoys were a rather cold and unfeeling family from what I had seen before I really got to know Draco.”
Adrien paused with his hand on the handle of the cupboard and looked at Harry curiously for a moment before speaking. “You are not used to family behaving so... formally in public?” the Frenchman asked with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I guess not," Harry said with a shrug. It wasn't like he had much experience with families at all. "I had never really met his mother until recently; she is far less...” Harry paused and waved his hand a little as he searched for the word, “... harsh than Lucius.”
Adrien hummed at that, as he went back to pulling glasses from the cupboard. “I ‘ave, thankfully never ‘ad to meet ‘im," the Frenchman commented. "Though Narcissa ‘as told me many tales over ze years,” Adrien told him as he started pouring glasses of red wine.
“Draco and I will just have some juice if that's okay,” Harry said quickly, before the man could pour a third or fourth glass.
Adrien looked at him curiously as though it was a strange request. “You are sure?” he asked.
Harry nodded. “Draco is pregnant, and will not be drinking alcohol no matter how much he wants to," the dominant said firmly, "and I have never had wine and don’t particularly want to start now. No offence to what I am sure is a excellent wine.”
“Oh, no offence taken, this just means more for Narcissa and me,” Adrien said with a deep laugh and a wink, as he filled two other large glasses with grape juice.
“You are... different to what I expected,” Harry admitted a little shyly.
Adrien laughed again. “Not quite as much of a pompous arse as Lucius?” he asked, looking amused.
“Not even close,” Harry declared emphatically. "I feel I may have misjudged Narcissa as badly as I did Draco."
“Narcissa is a kind-hearted woman. Though admittedly I may be biased,” Adrien confessed with a chuckle. “She is very good at playing the pureblood game but in private she is...” Adrien waved a hand at where they could see Draco and Narcissa happily talking and laughing, before picking up the two glasses of wine.
Harry nodded, picked up his and Draco’s glasses of juice and followed the Parisian man back into the other room. Draco frowned a little when Harry handed him the glass and Harry didn't miss the look of longing the blond gave the glass of wine Adrien had handed Narcissa.
“Don’t even ask,” Harry whispered into his submissive's ear, before pressing a kiss to Draco’s temple.
Draco turned and glared at him, but said nothing, focusing instead on the conversation Adrien had started with Narcissa regarding some upcoming event which they would now be able to attend together.
Harry was surprised how easily the conversation flowed and even more surprised by how much he enjoyed both Narcissa and Adrien’s company. He sipped at his juice, which was lovely, and delighted in seeing the affection with which Narcissa kept on looking at Draco.
There was a decidedly awkward few moments when they had ended up on the topic of the war. It was clear that Adrien shared the majority of the same pureblood ideals that the Malfoys were known for; however the man was quick to declare himself a pacifist and was apparently keen to make it known to Harry that he was against the war in general.
It was a little surprising to him how quickly the evening passed, and it felt like no time at all before they were listening to the grandfather clock chiming, and toasting in the New Year.
"I love you," Harry whispered as he kissed Draco chastely, pretending not to notice when Adrien kissed Narcissa, making her blush. Draco, however, had no such reservations and delighted in pointing out the flush that was colouring his mother's cheeks.
-#-
The three of them spent the best part of another hour laughing and talking together, Adrien and Narcissa managing not only to finish off the bottle of wine, but make a good start on a second. Narcissa’s cheeks were flushed red, as the wine made her surprisingly giggly, and Adrien was laughing freely and loudly.
Harry was amazed how at ease he felt, and was enjoying himself, however, by around half one in the morning it had all proven too much for Draco, likely because of the drain of his pregnancy, and the blond had fallen asleep with his head resting on Harry’s lap.
“So how is he really coping?” Narcissa asked Harry quietly, as she leaned into Adrien's side. Harry had to resist rolling his eyes; she had been asking Draco how he was all evening until he had eventually snapped and begged her to stop, assuring her he was fine.
“He is stressed," Harry admitted, running his fingers gently through his submissive's hair, "we both are; but our lives have been turned upside down, so that is inevitable really. But, honestly, he really is doing okay, all things considered,” he insisted, in an attempt to reassure her.
She nodded in understanding, and thankfully seemed to actually believe him. “You will...”
“...tell you if there is any way in which you can help?" Harry asked before she could even finish, and Narcissa nodded. "Yes, I promise,” he told her, sharing a look with Adrien who was chuckling quietly. “I should take him to bed,” he suggested, looking down at Draco and running his fingers gently through his mate's long hair as he had come to love doing.
“There is a guest room which is ready for you," Adrien told him. "It is ze second room on ze left at ze top of ze stairs,” the man directed, his French accent now heavy thanks to the wine.
“Thank you,” Harry said softly, as he carefully picked up Draco’s head, cupping it with one hand, not wanting to wake up his mate.
Narcissa quickly moved from Adrien's side, and came to help; between the two of them they managed to very gently manoeuvre Draco into Harry’s arms. Narcissa smiled at the sight of Draco fast asleep in Harry's arms, leaning sideways against the dominant's chest, wings hanging limply behind him and his head lolling against Harry's shoulder.
“He always looks so peaceful and sweet when he is sleeping,” Narcissa said fondly, brushing a hand over Draco's hair gently enough not to wake him.
Harry chuckled at that. “Deceptive isn’t it?” he said affectionately.
Adrien and Narcissa both laughed at that. “Yes, I supposed so,” Narcissa agreed. “But we love him anyway.”
“That we do,” Harry agreed without hesitation, before bidding them both goodnight and heading off up the stairs, being extra careful not to catch Draco’s wings on any doorways.

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