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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Anyway, to staar: No, Severus doesn't know. This issue will be confronted soon.

Chapter 14
Harry was furiously pacing in his room, wondering what to do about the werewolf that was currently imprisoned in his Father’s manor. Draco was content to watch Harry as he moved.
He had been unexpectedly turned on when Harry asserted himself over Damien as the more powerful and dominant individual. As a Slytherin, it seemed Draco had something in common with vampires; he tended to be attracted to power. Not all power, of course- he certainly wasn’t attracted to the Dark Lord- but it was something that appealed to him. Harry had a lot of it and was confident in his abilities, which was even more attractive.
But he was also very striking to look at physically. As Harry paced, Draco admired his leg muscles flexing beneath the fabric of the tight pants he was wearing. He even allowed himself to admire his butt whenever he turned around in his pacing. So much power, magically and physically, Draco almost shivered when he thought about everything Harry could do effortlessly to him. He thought he might understand what Harry had been trying to explain to him earlier about some humans feeling powerful because they had the hearts of such powerful creatures in their vampire mates.
This beautiful creature with flashing green eyes and deadly grace was all Draco’s if he wanted.
He didn’t know Harry personally very well yet, but Draco wasn’t a fool. He knew that being mates made them more or less soul mates; which meant that even though he didn’t know Harry, he knew that he would be happy with him, happier than he could have been with anyone else. He should just accept Harry but some irrational part of his personality didn’t want to be that easy. He acknowledged that he was being ridiculous.
“Harry, come here,” Draco finally said softly. Harry froze immediately before slowly walking over toward Draco. He stopped in front of him and Draco reached out to grasp his hand and pull him down onto the couch next to him. Draco felt a little smug when Harry’s expression brightened when Draco touched him. “Why are you working yourself into a frenzy?”
“Remus is the last family connection I have from my human life,” Harry sighed. “And I’m not sure what to do about him. I never really gave him any thought after I died, but I should have. I’m not sure how he fits in my life anymore. I don’t know how loyal he is to Dumbledore. I don’t know if he betrayed me. I don’t know a lot of things when it comes to Remus, and I should.”
“Well, you will have to talk to him then, won’t you?” Draco said. “And in the meantime, calm down. You’re making me feel stressed.”
“Sorry,” Harry said, relaxing back against the couch. A knock sounded at the door and Harry looked at it with narrowed eyes before calling for the person to enter. A vampire with bronze hair and blue eyes entered and scanned the room until he found where Harry was sitting.
“Tristan thought you might like to know that the werewolf has returned to his human form,” the vampire said neutrally.
Draco felt Harry tense next to him before he responded, “Thank you, Jordan.”
The other vampire, Jordan, nodded before leaving the room and closing the door. Harry stared at the door for a moment, chewing on his lip until Draco burst out, “Just go talk to him, you won’t sleep until you do.”
“You’re right,” Harry conceded. “I won’t. But you can go to bed; I didn’t mean to keep you awake.”
“I will go with you, Harry,” Draco said firmly. He received a smile for his trouble and then they were both heading toward the cell that Remus was contained in.
Harry stopped outside of the room Remus was being kept in. He almost didn’t want to hear what the man had to say. He didn’t think Remus had ever betrayed him in anyway, but he could be wrong. The man was a werewolf, after all. Weren’t they supposed to more perceptive than the average wizard? Or had Remus fought his other half so forcefully that he didn’t know how to interpret the signs he should have still been receiving?
And how had Remus transformed tonight? Harry only had three guesses; Remus was far more in touch with his werewolf than anyone had ever known, he was so out of touch and against it that he was unstable, or there were things about werewolves that no one knew much like with vampires. Though he supposed his third guess wasn’t necessarily exclusive from his first two.
Harry was annoyed at himself for being so hesitant. But Remus was his last tie to his actual family; except his father, but he wasn’t sure he was going to count Severus as family since the man had only ever played a negative role in his life.
He pushed the door open before he could over think the situation and walked into the bare room. There was a chair sitting against one wall that Harry assumed had been added once Remus had become human again; he knew it wouldn’t have survived an angry werewolf. Remus was currently sitting in it and his head snapped up to look at them when he heard them enter. His face showed nothing but distrust when he saw Harry but his expression changed to shock and worry when he recognized Draco.
“Mr. Malfoy,” Remus said slowly. “I was not aware you were a vampire?” His tone was questioning, doubting the words he was saying.
“That is because I am not one,” Draco said after a moment, apparently choosing to reply civilly. Maybe he realized that Remus had been an important person to Harry and may still be depending on the coming conversation. He nodded toward Harry before adding, “However, my mate is.”
Harry felt a giddy smile trying to break out on his face. Was Draco accepting him?! Now was not the time to think about that, though. He kept himself in check as Remus turned his attention back to Harry.
“And you are?” Remus asked, looking at Harry in resignation. Harry suddenly remembered that Remus would not recognize him; it wasn’t something he had forgotten but it wasn’t something he thought about, either. Considering Draco’s presence, Remus probably assumed he had fallen into the hands of the Dark.
“I guess you wouldn’t recognize me anymore,” Harry said while he stared at Remus. “But you do know me, Remus.”
Remus’ expression just became confused and skeptical. Harry hated this part of reconnecting to his human life; he was never sure how to break the news of being Harry Potter without sounding crazy.
“Before you curse me or write me off, as I know you will, you will need to hear out everything I have to say,” Harry sighed. “Try to keep an open mind.”
He waited until Remus gave a nod before he said, “I died this summer. You knew me as Harry Potter and I considered you like a second godfather to Sirius and you were best friends with my… parents. Which is why I am bothering to explain myself now.”
“Excuse me?” Remus said, and Harry was surprised how dangerous the man could sound when he was offended.
“I didn’t think you would believe me immediately,” Harry replied. “But I am the boy you knew but there are some things about me that you did not know. I didn’t know either, at the time. For example, James wasn’t my father, which explains my drastically different appearance. Perhaps you can figure out who my actual father was?”
Harry couldn’t help the rather sarcastic and cavalier tone that he was sure permeated every word out of his mouth. It bothered him that his entire human life felt like a lie. He hadn’t even known the truth of his origins until after his life was over. It seemed wrong to him and he was bitter about it. He saw the werewolf studying him carefully and could tell that the other man saw something that struck him as familiar; but Harry was sure his mind would not connect what he subconsciously knew.
It would have been the last thing Harry himself would have guessed.
“As unbelievable as it sounds, Snape was my father,” Harry revealed, watching Lupin’s reaction.
“Lily and Severus weren’t even friends when she and James died,” Remus argued, clearly in disbelief. Harry really couldn’t blame him.
“I assure you, Lily and Severus were friends and then some,” Harry sneered slightly. “She left me a message explaining everything. And don’t worry, James wasn’t being used any more than he was using Lily. They were in a convenient marriage to hide their true relationships. And no, I don’t know who James Potter was with, before you ask.”
“You do resemble Severus,” Remus said slowly, “and you have Lily’s eyes. Prove what you are saying. I can’t believe James wouldn’t have told Sirius or myself about this arrangement.”
Harry let a breath out through his teeth so it sounded more like a hiss before he replied, “Perhaps he didn’t trust either of you enough to keep your mouth shut around fucking Dumbledore.” He took a few moments to calm himself before saying, “The best way to keep a secret is to tell no one, yes? But if you insist, I will show you the letter my mother left me. Severus didn’t know about me, if you are wondering about his abominable behavior toward me over the years. I can only assume that he believed Lily cheated on him and I was the result, since I used to look just like James.”
Harry stepped over to the door and opened it slightly before Summoning the paper from his rooms that he would need to prove his story, along with his parent’s Will as an afterthought. A moment passed before they came into view and he snatched them out of the air before walking back into the room to face Remus. He handed the papers over wordlessly and walked over toward where Draco was leaning against the wall to wait. He absently brushed his fingers across Draco’s hip before leaning against the wall next to him close enough that he could feel his body heat and turned his head to watch Remus.
The werewolf’s eye’s were darting back and forth across the pages Harry had handed to him so fast that he had to wonder if the man was taking in any of the words at all. Finally, Remus’ eyes stopped moving and he sat frozen for a moment just staring at the letter before he lifted his eyes to look at Harry.
“Why are you letting everyone believe you’re dead?” Remus asked quietly.
“I am dead,” Harry said flatly. “Why should I have come back? I have a home and family now. That’s more than I can say for when I was alive and fighting for the Light.”
“Why did you let me believe you were dead?” Remus asked more loudly, a little anger slipping into his tone this time. Harry was once again taken by surprise to see the man express anger; Remus had always seemed to be calm and collected.
“I wasn’t sure you would care,” Harry said, knowing his own tone of voice was becoming defensive. He subconsciously leaned into Draco a little bit.
“How could you think I wouldn’t care?” Remus asked softly, and the disappointment in his voice was much worse than the anger.
“Last time I checked, you were Dumbledore’s man,” Harry countered. “I wasn’t about to risk letting that old man know I was still alive. Or anyone else, for that matter. And if you were loyal to Dumbledore, I had to assume the worse; that you knew what type of life I had had and didn’t care about me.”
“But why?” Remus asked in confusion. “What did he do to earn your hate? He’s trying to save our world; he’s the good guy.”
“It isn’t my world anymore,” Harry said sharply, “nor is it yours, no matter how much you like to pretend it still is. And as you just read from my mother’s letter, Dumbledore respected none of their final wishes in regards to my upbringing. Doesn’t it make you the slightest bit angry that you were not allowed to raise me, Remus, when Sirius went to Azkaban?”
“Well, yes,” Remus conceded with a thoughtful frown, “but-”
“And perhaps you read the article Skeeter wrote recently,” Harry interrupted. “I’m not sure how so many people missed the evidence of my poor upbringing, but clearly Dumbledore never bothered to check on me even though he must have known how much the Dursleys hated magic. He should have been worried about how I would be cared for, but I was more or less abandoned with no idea the Wizarding world existed. And he has been shamelessly taking money from my parent’s vaults over the years. I see no reason why I should help that man. And like I said earlier, the Wizarding world is not my world anymore.”
“So you would just let Voldemort win?” Remus questioned. “You would let your mother’s murderer go unpunished?”
“Just because I will not help Dumbledore,” Harry began angrily, “do not think that I will not pay back Voldemort for everything he has done to me in my life. The choices aren’t Dumbledore or Voldemort and no other. They will both pay for the negative parts they played in my life.”
“I can’t make you do anything, Harry,” Remus sighed, “and truthfully, I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Good, and no, you can’t change my mind on this,” Harry said. “We can talk more about it later if you insist but now I have some other questions for you. Such as, what in Merlin’s name are you doing here and how did you find this manor when it should have been impossible?”
“Dumbledore recently allied with the vampires,” Remus began, “or at least, I thought he had. Now I’m not sure who he is working with.”
“Why did these vampires ally themselves with wizards?” Harry asked. “Did they give a reason?”
“I was told that they believe wizards and vampires need to live in harmony with each other for the benefit of both species,” Remus explained. “And as for your first question, I am here because these vampires told Dumbledore that a group of vampires who want to control their species were seeking to launch an attack against the Wizarding world and enslave witches and wizards.”
“And his reason for sending you here?” Harry demanded.
“I was sent because according to this ally, werewolves are able to reach vampires despite their wards and protections and sniff them out, more or less,” Remus confessed. “He directed me to this area and said that the rebels were living here. Now, I’m wondering who the rebels really are.”
“Indeed,” Harry murmured and looked at Draco. Their eyes met and Harry saw the unease in Draco’s eyes and knew they were thinking the same thing.
“Do you know who this ally is, Remus?” Harry asked calmly.
“No, only that he claims to be the leader of the vampires,” Remus said. “I have never seen him or any of his people.”
“It has to be Jasper,” Harry said, more to himself than the other occupants of the room.
“Yes, but who are all these other vampires?” Draco asked, speaking for the first time; he knew Harry and Remus had needed a moment to figure out where they stood with each other. “I suppose I didn’t ask before, but could he actually be a vampire leader? Do vampires have leaders?”
Harry let out a laugh before he could stop himself. He saw Draco’s expression becoming angry and quickly said, “I’m sorry, Draco. That was inappropriate but I clearly forgot to mention a very important detail about my new life and I just couldn’t believe my lapse in memory for a moment. Vampires do have leaders, as it so happens, and my Sire is the current leader.”
Draco just stared at Harry for a moment, dumbfounded before he said, “And how did this slip your mind? Never mind, that’s not important. How do vampires choose their leaders?”
“Well, based on power and, since they are usually tied together, age,” Harry said slowly. “And they need to be liked. Even the oldest or most powerful vampire could not stay our leader if everyone hated them and worked together to dispose of them.”
“Is everything solved with death here?” Draco asked rhetorically. Harry just gave him a tiny smile before turning back to Remus to include him in the conversation.
“I need to speak with my Sire more regarding the information you have given me,” Harry said to the werewolf. “Would you be opposed to staying here in the meantime, Remus? I would like a chance to speak more after I’ve gotten some sleep.”
“I would like that, too,” Remus responded quietly. Harry nodded before indicating Remus should stand up. The older man did and Harry quickly transformed the chair he had been sitting in into a bed. “I will be back in the morning to see you. Would you like any food?”
“No,” Remus said, sitting back down on the bed. “I am too tired to eat even if I were hungry.”
“Alright,” Harry said. “I have to keep you locked up for the night. I hope you understand. We can talk more tomorrow, though.”
“That’s fine, Harry,” Remus said wearily. He hesitated a moment before adding, “I’m happy to see that you are still alive.”
“Thank you,” Harry murmured quietly. “Goodnight, Remus.”
“Goodnight, Harry,” Remus said. “And Draco.”
Harry and Draco stepped out of the room only to see Tristan waiting for them. The older vampire had a troubled look on his face which immediately worried Harry.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.
“I wanted to inform you that Damien is gone,” Tristan said. “He must have escaped from Zeke, who is thankfully unharmed for the most part.”
“Does he hate me that much that he couldn’t stand being here?” Harry asked in confusion.
“Considering some of the parts of your conversation I just heard, I may have to assume there is a larger problem going on,” Tristan sighed.
“You think he’s a traitor for Jasper?” Harry asked. Draco tensed next to him, probably wondering if other vampires here would try to hurt him if they were loyal to Jasper.
“That is my guess,” Tristan said. “But I can’t know for sure. I just thought you would want to know sooner rather than later. He is completely gone from the property. I will see you in the morning.”
He walked off down the hall leaving Harry and Draco to look at each other with their own troubled expressions.
***
The next morning Harry met Draco outside of his rooms before leading the way to the dining room. Tristan was already there, shuffling through a pile of papers and pausing every once in a while to scan one before throwing it back on the pile and resuming his search. A steaming mug was sitting next to him and Harry could smell the rich aroma of fresh coffee coming from it.
“Harry?” Draco’s soft voice, almost inaudible, drew his attention.
“Hm?” Harry hummed, walking toward the table.
“Do, uh, vampires eat or need to?” Draco asked, looking uncomfortable, as if afraid his question might be offensive.
“No, we don’t need to,” Harry replied with a smile, hoping Draco would relax and continue asking questions. “And usually we don’t, but we tend to indulge in drinks.”
Harry and Draco sat down across from Tristan, who continued to look through his papers and barely acknowledged their appearance.
“Father?” Harry asked.
“Yes, Harry?” Tristan asked absently.
“In regards to our werewolf,” Harry began, “depending on some of the answers I get from him today, would it be possible for him to stay here?”
That got his Sire’s attention and the other vampire looked up at him with both eyebrows raised and said, “Do you think that wise if you want him to stay alive?”
“As if any of the vampires here would go against your wishes, now that Damien is gone,” Harry finished with a scowl. He really disliked that vampire.
“I suppose,” Tristan agreed. “But you should warn him of the dangers if you make such an offer.”
“Of course,” Harry said, “and ideally, I would like Remus to accept that he is a werewolf and stop fighting it. Maybe he will actually join the world he is supposed to be a part of in the future.”
“Perhaps,” Tristan said. He was interrupted from possibly saying more when an owl flew into the room and landed on Harry’s shoulder. He pulled the roll of parchment from its leg and the owl left again immediately. He raised an eyebrow at its swift departure before reading the note from Blaise.
Harry,
I’m glad you are safe and that Malfoy is as well. Might Theo and I hope you will cease your pathetic moping now?
You are covered for the rest of the weekend. Enjoy your time.
Blaise
“Bastard,” Harry murmured fondly. He turned to Draco and said, “Our absence will be covered for the rest of the weekend if we like. Otherwise, we can return to Hogwarts after I speak to Remus one last time.”
“I would not be averse to staying longer,” Draco said slowly. “I’m enjoying this short break from Hogwarts and my own troubles. I would like to read in your library or my room while you speak with Lupin.”
“You can come with me,” Harry assured him.
“I know,” Draco smiled, “and your willingness to include me in everything pleases me. But Lupin just found out that you are still alive; I think he would really like to just speak with you and I think you want that as well.”
Harry felt very grateful to his mate at that moment. He was rather surprised Draco was being so understanding but he knew he shouldn’t be. Impulsively, he leaned over and gave his mate a kiss on the cheek before pulling away with a smile.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Of course,” Draco said. He had a slight blush covering his cheeks and Harry fought valiantly not to let his smile grow any larger.
“Father, would you be so kind as to show Draco the selection of books we have that he could entertain himself with?” Harry asked Tristan as he stood up to leave.
“Yes, Harry, I need to go to the library anyway,” Tristan agreed. Harry shot one last questioning look to Draco to make sure he was comfortable. When he received a nod, he left the room to see Remus, hoping it wouldn’t be for the last time.
***
“Good morning, Remus,” Harry said as he entered the room the man was staying in.
“Hello, Harry,” Remus said, pushing the tray of food he had been eating from away so they could speak.
Harry studied the other man for a long moment before asking softly, “How are you, Remus?”
Remus ran a hand through his hair and let out a long sigh before saying, “I’m alive, which is more than I can say for most of the people I ever cared about, like Sirius. And you, apparently,” he said as an afterthought. “At least you didn’t stay that way.”
Harry smiled briefly before saying seriously, “I have to know, Remus, how you transformed into a werewolf last night. May I assume there are things about werewolves that are not widely known or is this a special case?”
“It is a combination of things in my case,” Remus said, sighing again tiredly. “While werewolves are forced to change on the full moon, we are also capable of turning at will. I did not require any loyalty to other werewolves to keep that secret; I hardly needed another reason for people to shun and fear me.”
“Why did you never me that you could turn at will before?” Harry asked, feeling a little betrayed by the knowledge that Remus hadn’t trusted him.
“I have never been able to change at will,” Remus said, confusing Harry, “but there are a few other things going on with me that triggered the ability last night, I think. First is that I felt threatened being in vampire territory and surrounded by them; it was a self-defense reaction that I have never experienced before.”
“But surely you have felt threatened before?” Harry questioned. “Or met vampires in the past?”
“Of course I have felt threatened before,” Remus agreed, “but I’ve never really interacted with vampires or been in a situation where I couldn’t get away from them. But the other factor that played into my change last night is that I am tired; mentally, physically, and emotionally. I’m getting old. I have actively worked against the monster inside of me my entire life and never accepted it.”
“Just because you are a creature, you are not a monster,” Harry growled. “You choose whether you are a monster or not.”
“Perhaps,” Remus said with a pained smiled, “but either way, I’ve always denied the creature side of me and kept it separate. Every year I get older and every year it becomes clearer that I can’t stay separate from that side of me. It is slowly taking over more and more and I am becoming too run down to fight it anymore. As a result, spontaneous transformations such as the one you saw will probably happen more frequently. I am unstable, or maybe just out of sync. I’m not entirely sure.”
“You are a fool, apparently, is what you are,” Harry hissed. “You need to accept what you are. Embrace it; who knows, you might actually enjoy your life for once. You were changed so young, I’m not sure why you fought it so much. You should have just accepted that it was a part of you and moved on. You have caused yourself unnecessary pain over the years and in the end, it would seem you may actually be more dangerous now since you are unstable.”
“I don’t have the first idea as to how to accept that side of myself, Harry,” Remus stated. “My whole life has been a fight; I have no idea how to stop.”
“We’ll deal with that later,” Harry said. “Why do you fight for Dumbledore?”
“Surely, you don’t think I would fight for Voldemort?” Remus questioned in disbelief.
Harry growled at him a bit and responded, “What did I say before? There are not only two options! And it isn’t even your world. This is the first thing I think I need to impress upon you.”
“It is the world I grew up in, though, Harry,” Remus said calmly.
“Yes, but what are you fighting for with Dumbledore, Remus? To end the fear of Voldemort? That’s commendable. Or maybe to abolish prejudice so muggleborns can impose their traditions and beliefs on the wizarding world? So they can continue to bring fear and hatred toward creatures when there was none before their arrival? You know I have nothing against muggleborns, per se, but you are fighting for nothing except your own repression in this war,” Harry ranted.
Remus was silent for a while before he said, “I suppose I never really thought about it like that. And if what you have told me about Dumbledore is true, I don’t want to be fighting for him.”
“Then don’t,” Harry said flatly. “Stay here Remus. Until you are ready to accept yourself, all of you, you should stay here. Dumbledore will just assume you died when you do not return. I would like you to stay safe.”
“Okay, Harry,” Remus agreed after a short silence. “I will stay here for now. I would like to learn more about your new life.”
“And I would like to learn more about you,” Harry countered. “I think we are long past keeping any secrets from each other in this.”
Remus smiled at him and began to tell Harry about the life he had lived as a werewolf.
***
Harry had spent the majority of his day with Remus before the two of them went to the library in the hopes of finding Draco and Tristan. Harry had been relieved to see Draco unharmed, not that he had feared for his safety if he were with Tristan. His Sire and his mate appeared to be enjoying a companionable silence while they both read. Harry had immediately gone over to Draco to distract him and speak in hushed tones.
Remus had carefully made his way over to Tristan and formally introduced himself. Harry had watched discreetly and been pleased when the two men had started an easy conversation.
Now Harry and Draco were making their way back upstairs after a late dinner, both looking forward to their beds.
“Are you happy that Remus seems to be on your side?” Draco asked.
“Of course,” Harry said. “I’m finding myself becoming more and more adverse to the thought of losing people once cared about.”
“Was it hard to talk to him?” Draco questioned, hoping he wasn’t pushing too much.
“Not as hard as I would have feared,” Harry responded as he stopped outside of Draco’s room. “As a human, I would have been nervous to just confront him and speak but it wasn’t a problem now. I guess that’s one change about myself I can definitely be happy about.”
“The only one?” Draco teased, pretending to look Harry up and down.
“Well,” Harry purred seductively as he gently pushed Draco back into the wall next to his door, “perhaps not the only one.”
Draco’s breathing accelerated and Harry could hear his heart rate increase as well. Neither of these reactions were due to fear and Harry fought himself for control for a moment. He stared into Draco’s eyes for a long moment, wondering if Draco could read the question from his mind. His mate leaned toward him the slightest bit and Harry’s extra sensitive hearing picked up the faintest whimper from the back of the blonde’s throat. Harry’s control snapped and he leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly against Draco’s for the first time.
Draco responded immediately and pushed his body fully against Harry as he threaded his fingers into his hair as their kiss deepened. Harry gripped Draco’s hips with both hands and pulled him even tighter against his body even as he pushed his mate firmly into the wall behind him, trapping him.
Draco’s mouth opened on a gasp with the aggressive body contact and Harry wasted no time in slipping his tongue into his mouth to claim it in a dominating kiss. There was almost nothing submissive about Draco, but he felt the blonde melting into his forceful attentions and Harry let out a noise that was a mix between a purr and a growl.
This human was his and only his. Forever.
Harry broke away from the kiss to trail kisses down Draco’s throat and smiled darkly when he heard his mate whine softly with need. His fangs had lengthened considerably but he didn’t want to use them yet. He felt lightheaded when he realized there was a hardness pressing into his hip from Draco that matched his own.
He wanted Draco. He wanted him now. He needed him.
Harry forced himself to pull away and pin Draco against the wall, almost shaking with the effort to stop himself from just lifting the blonde’s legs around his waist and taking him against the wall. He needed to control himself. Draco hadn’t accepted him officially yet. It was hard to remember that though when he was staring into grey eyes that were dark with desire while Draco panted for air.
“We need to stop,” Harry said, almost feeling embarrassed by how hoarse and strained his voice sounded. “You haven’t accepted me yet and I would like you to do so with a clear head.”
He watched as Draco tried to compose himself and let his hand trailed from his mate’s shoulders down his arms to his hands, which he clasped in his own. He used his new grip to pull Draco to him gently and placed a soft kiss onto his mate’s already kiss-swollen lips. He pulled back slightly so their lips were barely brushing and whispered, “Goodnight, Draco. I look forward to you decision. Please, don’t hurt me.”
And then he was gone, leaving Draco staring at the spot where he had just been standing.
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