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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 15
A week had passed since Harry and Draco had snuck back into Hogwarts through the Honeyduke’s secret passage. He had received a raised eyebrow from Draco for his knowledge of secret passages, but he had merely smiled. He’d tell him someday.
He was currently on his way back to the dorms from the library. It was one of the rare moments when he had some time to himself. Blaise and Hermione were both working on school projects with their respective assigned partners. Theo needed to write a letter to his father, which he claimed would be time-consuming and difficult. Even Ciaran had opted to explore on his own and hunt for a while. The only other person Harry ever spoke to was Draco and Draco… well, they were at least attempting to maintain the appearance of a casual friendship. Harry was paranoid about the possibility of Draco being used against him again as a weakness and Draco couldn’t help agreeing with him. So his mate was currently in the company of Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson. He had no idea how Draco had kept his sanity all these years being surrounded by those three.
Harry froze suddenly and quickly scanned the hallway before relaxing again minutely. He was in no way actually relaxed, however. He had caught an unwelcome lingering scent. He focused for a moment before confirming to himself that it was indeed Jasper’s scent and not his Sire’s. He studied his surroundings more thoroughly before he realized that he was standing near the entrance to Dumbledore’s office. He scowled angrily before continuing on his way to the dungeons at a brisk pace.
He knew Dumbledore had to be in contact with Jasper, there was no other way to explain Remus’ appearance at his Father’s manor. He shouldn’t be so surprised to find traces of his presence within the castle, but he was. His paranoia had just increased drastically and he wasn’t happy about it. How was he supposed to act human when he really just wanted to take Draco and his friends and lock them all up tight at Tristan’s to keep them safe?
Harry was pulled from his thoughts when he heard something that sounded suspiciously like a gasp or a sob. He melted into the shadows and quickly moved toward the noise, his paranoia demanding he investigate any unexpected noises. A few seconds later he found the source of the noise and was abruptly reminded of another problem he had.
Neville, the New-Boy-Who-Lived-to-Suffer.
Harry hadn’t gotten too far from Dumbledore’s office before hearing Neville. He wondered if the poor boy had just come from seeing the old man and was finally reaching his mental breaking limit. His former housemate looked awful. The once rosy-cheeked, slightly pudgy boy was looking noticeably thinner and pale. Harry was sure he even spotted some dark circles under his eyes.
It was cruel of Dumbledore to put Neville in this position. The boy wasn’t cut out to be the main player in something like this. It didn’t matter how desperate Dumbledore was, he couldn’t change the way things were; he couldn’t just create a new “Chosen One” because he thought his first was a failure. Harry knew Neville was a strong and loyal supporter, but he wasn’t meant for something like this. Turning away, Harry headed back to the dungeons. He would need to talk to Hermione and figure out how to help Neville.
Right now, he had a snake to speak with.
***
Draco was lounging on a couch in the Slytherin common room, barely paying attention to the discussion going on between Crabbe and Goyle and definitely ignoring the majority of the words coming out of Pansy’s mouth, who was sitting far too close to him. He was lost in his own thoughts about his current predicament.
Though, if he was honest with himself, it wasn’t much of a predicament. He would accept Harry, of course. Rejecting him would be the equivalent of hexing off his own wand arm, or legs even. He was mostly bothered by the fact that he was calmly accepting these revelations and life-changing events with almost no resistance. He had to assume it was the bond affecting him, but it still puzzled him to an extent.
He was definitely feeling a little smug as well. He was the mate of an incredibly sexy and unbelievably powerful vampire. In the end, he had gotten Harry for himself. It made him a little sad to realize that if they had become friends before Harry’s change, they would have most likely been the best of friends and eventually soul mates. But there was no point in looking to the past when he had the future to look forward to; and a very long one at that.
He glanced toward the entrance to the common room when it opened and couldn’t stop the jolt of excitement in his stomach when he saw Harry sweep into the room with a determined look on his face. He saw the vampire glance over to where he was sitting and frown slightly before heading for their dorm. Draco realized he must have been frowning at Pansy’s closeness. He quickly made an excuse to the three he was with before hurrying after Harry as quick as he could without drawing attention.
He stepped into the room in time to see Harry reach under the covers of his bed and pull out Ciaran. The other occupants of the room glanced sharply at the door when he entered before relaxing when they saw who it was.
“I thought you were working on a project,” Harry directed at Blaise while absently stroking Ciaran’s head. Draco thought his mate looked tense and stressed. He made his way over to Harry and sat down on the bed next to him. He received a small smile before Harry turned back to hear Blaise’s reply.
“I did, but we finished what we needed to quickly,” Blaise said with a shrug. Harry raised an eyebrow at Nott, obviously a silent question about something.
“Blaise distracted me,” the boy responded with a scowl, “so I’m taking a break.”
Draco wasn’t sure what he was talking about but he wasn’t sure he cared much at that moment.
“Are you alright?” he asked Harry quietly. Harry quietly hummed an affirmative before replying.
“I need to speak with Ciaran for a moment,” Harry said before turning to his snake.
Draco was not prepared for his own reaction to Harry speaking Parseltongue. He had heard the Dark Lord speak the sibilant language, of course, and had found it intimidating. He’d even heard Harry speak it before when they were much younger, but he supposed he was too young at the time to really be thinking about such things. Now Draco found himself becoming uncomfortably aroused.
He wondered if it had to do with the setting- sitting on Harry’s bed and hearing the soft hissing noises. It really was an erotic language, like someone hissing air out between their teeth while being pleasured. Draco felt himself twitch in response to that thought.
Suddenly the noises stopped and Draco lifted his gaze toward Harry only to see his mate giving him a sultry look with a wicked smirk. He glanced around the room and noticed that the others had left and looked back at Harry questioningly.
“I suppose they thought we might like some time alone,” Harry murmured, reaching out to lightly trace Draco’s lips with one of his fingertips. Draco couldn’t help himself when he flicked his tongue out to catch Harry’s finger. Harry sucked in a breath and it almost sounded like those beautiful hissing noises that Draco had been pondering.
Before he could react, Harry had wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him close and was kissing his mouth hungrily. It was so sudden that Draco gasped a bit in surprise before whimpering when Harry quickly claimed the inside of his mouth with his tongue.
Draco was now straddling Harry’s lap and he could feel that the dark haired vampire was hard. He shifted his hips the slightest bit and shivered in pleasure. Harry growled a bit beneath him, clamping his hands onto Draco’s hips and crushing their bodies together while dominating Draco’s mouth. Suddenly Harry flipped them and Draco was laying on his back with his mate between his legs, insistently pressing their bodies together and driving them both crazy. Faster than he could comprehend, the buttons in his shirt were undone and Harry’s hand was skimming across his abdomen, causing his muscles to jump and his body to tingle in anticipation.
“S-stop,” Draco managed to gasp out. Harry froze immediately and pulled back a bit to look at Draco’s face. Draco saw the concern and hurt on Harry’s face and regretted his hasty words.
He placed a hand on either side of Harry’s face and lifted his head slightly to press a gentle kiss to his lips before explaining, “I accept you, Harry. I want you. But I don’t want to complete our bond here, at school of all places. I would rather wait for a time where we could go back to your home again.”
Harry’s expression turned into a dazzling smile that made Draco’s heart skip a beat in excitement. That wonderful smile suddenly morphed into a look of rage and hatred when Hary’s gaze shifted slightly and Draco realized with horror that Harry had unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt as well at some point and had pushed them up to run his hand along Draco’s arm.
Draco’s left forearm was exposed and with a sense of dread, he realized that Harry was staring at his Dark Mark. Before Draco could frantically think of something to say, Harry spoke.
“He Marked you?” Harry whispered, and Draco saw that his fangs had extended and his eyes were starting to turn blood red; he wasn’t sure if he was terrified or turned on by the sight.
“I suspected,” Harry continued, talking more to himself than Draco, “but it’s not something I wanted confirmed. He sealed his fate, with this.”
Draco was unable to move when Harry’s gaze locked onto his own. “You’re mine,” Harry hissed, and Draco shivered a bit at the possessive tone, realizing none of Harry’s anger was directed at him. Harry’s lips were on his once again, brutally claiming and possessing him. Draco was not used to being dominated so completely, but he was quickly learning that he enjoyed the feeling with Harry.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Harry pulled away before Draco lost himself completely. There was an undesirable amount of space between them suddenly and Draco looked at Harry to see him more or less taking slow breaths as if to calm himself. Draco took a moment to collect himself as well.
“What did you need to speak with Ciaran about?” he asked in an effort to give his mind another point of focus.
“Dumbledore,” Harry responded with a frown. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but Jasper’s scent is lingering around the old man’s office. Of course he’s in contact with Dumbledore, it’s the only explanation for Remus’ appearance at my Father’s manor.”
“Jasper is coming into the school?” Draco asked, slightly fearfully. He really didn’t want to be captured again. He doubted the second time would just be to provoke Harry or Tristan; he would probably die the next time. It would fit with what he now knew about Tristan’s past with his deranged brother.
“I won’t let him take you again,” Harry reassured him, picking up on Draco’s anxiety. “Ciaran confirmed that a man matching Jasper’s description did visit Dumbledore while he was spying on the old man. He doesn’t recall Jasper speaking about me at all, so Dumbledore still doesn’t know about my identity. He’s playing a game, apparently.”
Harry’s frown was quite a bit more pronounced now. Draco leaned over to give him a soft kiss, hoping to relax his mate a bit. He received another small smile before Harry sighed.
“And I have another problem I need to do something about,” he stated. “Damn my old human connections, but I can’t ignore when one of my old friends is suffering. I’ll need to speak to Hermione about this.”
“What friend?” Draco asked curiously.
“Neville,” Harry said sadly, “The old man is trying to train him up to replace me. While Neville is brave, and strong, and loyal, he is no leader. He is more like a foundation support. This pressure is killing him, and it will kill him in the end if I don’t intervene.”
Draco wasn’t sure if he believed Harry’s description of the cowardly Gryffindor, but he decided against saying anything.
“I know you don’t believe me,” Harry said with a small smile, “and you don’t need to. Maybe you will see it yourself one day. Now I should go find Hermione before I decide to ravish you instead.”
Against his will, Draco’s cheeks turned bright pink.
***
Harry hadn’t had a chance to speak to Hermione immediately and had to wait a few days before finding a time when he thought he might be able to catch up with her.
He wanted to see if she had any ideas about helping their fellow Gryffindor. The more Harry thought about the clumsy Longbottom, the more he found himself wishing that Neville had been the other part of their trio, not Ron. Neville was constantly underestimated and underappreciated. Harry was starting to see more and more that he had been just as blind as everyone else and it saddened him. He had seen just how brave Neville truly was shortly before his death. The boy had been terrified out of his mind at the Department of Mysteries but he hadn’t let that stop him from supporting his friends and trying to protect them. He had somehow turned his fear into anger at the Death Eaters and never stopped fighting no matter how much he was injured.
It was his turn to step up for Neville.
He was also feeling irritated and hoped that causing Ron to suffer would relax him a bit, morbid as that sounded. Hermione was in the best position to cause said suffering, though he would definitely be adding his own efforts.
“Theo,” Harry said softly, catching his friend’s attention as he was heading out of the common room. “Where is Blaise?”
“Starting a fucking war,” Theo scowled in annoyance. Harry lifted an eyebrow in confusion to which Theo merely responded, “He’ll tell you himself, I’m sure. He left a while ago. I don’t know where exactly.”
“Alright,” Harry responded slowly before leaving the other boy. He would find Blaise later. Hermione was his goal right now anyway.
He thought about where she might be at this time of the day. The library, surprisingly, did not hold his friend. Nor did a number of other places he checked. He started wandering a bit, hoping to catch her scent, which he should have done in the first place. It took a few minute but he eventually picked up on what he thought might be a recent trail. He followed it to a part of the castle that wasn’t frequently populated.
He hesitated outside of the room that the trail ended at before just pushing open the door and walking in.
And stopping abruptly as his eyes widened in surprise.
Hermione was in the room, eyes equally wide and face rapidly flushing bright red in embarrassment. This was easily explained by the fact that she was currently straddling Blaise, though both were still fully clothed.
After his initial shock wore off, Harry’s expression changed to a malicious smirk.
“How perfect.”
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