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

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Harry smiled at Tom through the two-way mirrors Sirius had given them. “Guess who’s able to stay the night now?” He asked excitedly.

Tom grinned. “Oh? How did you manage that?” He asked back.

Harry laughed. “Actually, it was all Remus. The man’s a bloody genius!” He said.

“And your other father...?” Tom asked.

“Will probably constantly forget his clothes, scarring us for life, but apparently he has no shame, so that can’t be helped. So be prepared for that.” Harry grimaced.

Tom made a face. “Lovely.”

“Otherwise, they have all agreed to let us be as long as we use silencing charms.”

“You roaring seems to bring them down.” Tom pointed out.

Harry blushed. “Then we’ll be careful about when we do things that way.” He said quietly, to make sure Sirius and Remus didn’t hear him. He still needed to have that conversation with them, and he planned to do it as soon as Severus came to a good stopping point on the Wolfsbane and could join them. “So you have until seven to get ready and come over for dinner and a night in my bed.”

Tom’s eyes darkened. “Mm, I look forward to it.”

“Good. See you then!”

“See you later, love.” Tom returned.

Harry cut off the connection and went to find something to read that didn’t involve Drackens for the first time in quite a while.

He felt he had a handle on his new traits by now, and wanted something mindless to enjoy.

Where he was going to find that in a Pureblood home, he had no idea, but he was prepared to try.

*****

“There are a few things we need to discuss. Or, well, I need to tell you, because there will be no discussion about it, it’s the way things are.” Harry corrected himself.

Severus sighed and conjured tea. “There is no reason we can’t discuss it. They will likely have questions.” He added.

Harry busied himself with making his own tea to keep his hands occupied. “That’s true enough, but it won’t change anything.”

“We have no desire to change your bond, Harry.” Remus assured him and he and Sirius likewise began making themselves a cup. “We are happy for you as long as you are happy.”

Harry smiled. “I am.” He assured his fathers. “Deliriously.” He added.

“That’s all we want for you. We love you.” Sirius told him with a smile.

“Alright.” Harry took a sip of his tea, set it down, and drew in a deep breath. “See, there are a few things about Drackens you don’t know.” He bit his lip, and then added, “That very few people know, and we need to keep it that way. I’ll need secrecy from all of you, and if your Occlumency is not too great, I’ll need to put you under a lip-locker to protect this, because it’s that important to me.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look, then Remus said, “I’ll need a lip-locker when we are done, then.”

Sirius grinned and shrugged. “My Occlumency isn’t as good as you and Severus, but I’m passably good at it.”

Severus snorted. “We will cast one on you, too. It is that sensitive, Black.” He added firmly.

Sirius pouted.

“See, I’m with Tom, but not in the way you think.” He mumbled.

Remus and Sirius frowned in confusion.

“In what way, then?” Sirius asked.

“I’m not the dominant.” Harry told them.

Remus frowned. “But you’re a Dracken, and they are never submissive.”

“They can be.” Severus revealed. “It is exceedingly rare, but it has happened before. We have Merlin’s journals here, and they are strongly guarded, because they detail his life as a submissive Dracken. You two will never be allowed to touch them, and for now, neither will I. Harry is the only person of Prince blood allowed access to those journals right now, unless he decides to allow his mate to read them.”

“No offence, Harry, but we have... Erm, heard you—”

Severus shot him a venomous look at the admission.

“And you certainly sounded like the dominant.” Remus finished.

Harry flushed. “You heard us on purpose.” He admitted. “It was Tom’s punishment for a slip of the tongue he had earlier that morning. He has been forgiven, and I will not be repeating what he said. But yes, I topped that time. And the first time. I am usually the bottom, however.”

Sirius was silent and wide-eyed. He finally shook himself and said, “Wow.” He grinned. “But you call the shots?” He clarified.

Harry laughed. “Yes. Actually, submissives tend to be even more dominating in public because we need to keep the true dynamic a secret. And both Tom and I will go into seclusion when I am breeding once I start to show, so that no one cottons on. Drackens also completely lose their powers while pregnant, like how wizards and witches have unreliable magic, except we literally have none, and it is only the last week of the pregnancy. Before that, we are perfectly normal in our magic levels. Well, normal for a Dracken, which is still remarkably high.” He added with a laugh.

Sirius scowled. “That is ridiculously unfair!” He whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry, do you want the Dark Lord buggering your arse?” Severus snapped.

Sirius paled. “Not exactly, no. I just want my magic back!”

Harry snorted. “You were the one that wished a baby into yourself.” He pointed out.

“And I don’t regret it at all, but damn, kiddo, you have it good.”

Remus laughed. “Well, what’s done is done, and Sirius, you are never going to be a submissive Dracken, so don’t bother wishing for that.”

“Also, we will probably be spending my pregnancies and the months that I am nursing here.” Harry added.

Severus’ eyes narrowed. “This is news to me.” He purred dangerously. “May I ask why?”

Harry nodded. “You may. It’s because of the Death Eaters constantly coming and going at Riddle Manor, and the fact that Mulciber lives there, so even if we barred the others from coming over, we would still have a threat to our secret there. Here, I can trust everyone. I can’t trust him.” He finished.

Severus nodded and relaxed. “A wise choice. I will accept your judgement with the addendum that if circumstances change, we reconsider. It’s not that I do not want you to feel welcome here, it is just that your sex drive will increase with the second trimester, and I have no wish for accidental voyeurism. On either side.”

“Again.” Harry muttered, and Severus flushed.

“Exactly.” He agreed. “When is your mate coming over?” He asked.

“He should be here around dinner time. You’re really okay with it?” Harry checked.

Severus sighed heavily. “I would feel monumentally better about it if you were married to him, but the magic of the house sees your mating as a soul-bond already, so I suppose I must grin and bear it. You will not be happy without him, and I want you happy above anything else. Happy and healthy. For both of those, some concessions must be made.”

Harry smiled. “Thanks, Dad. I do appreciate it.”

“Yes, well.” Severus looked distinctly uncomfortable. “Let’s not talk about that for now.”

“Want to hear about your brother?” Sirius asked excitedly. “I have so many plans for him!”

Harry picked his tea back up and leaned back a bit. “Tell me all about them!” He said, the excitement catching.

*****

“Harrison!” Harry heard Tom bellow from the receiving room and stood.

“He’s early!” He said in surprise before taking off, wondering why his mate sounded so angry. He stopped short in the doorway staring in shock for a moment before a small giggle escaped his mouth.

Tom’s eyes uncrossed, flicking to him, and then narrowed. “Do something about this, please!” He pointed at the Drackling perched in his hair, head hung over his forehead as he looked into Tom’s eyes upside-down and babbled at him about how he had spent all day listening about their relationship and Harry’s future plans, and Tom had better make them all come true—especially the ones about him having a big family—or else.

Harry noticed with a little bit of alarm that there was steam coming from Zephyr’s mouth now, and rushed forward to collect him.

*He can’t understand you, you know that, right?* He asked the Drackling, and Tom groaned quietly in resigned arousal.

*He’d still better make you happy!* Zephyr declared.

Harry laughed and snuggled him. *He does, Zeph. He makes me very happy.*

Tom huffed. “Is dinner almost ready?” He asked. “Or do we have time to go to your room and get my things squared away and have my beautiful mate kiss my injuries all better?”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Injuries?!” He asked in alarm.

Tom sighed as Harry began heading up the stairs, following him. “I may have twisted my ankle today chasing down an incompetent idiot that doesn’t know when to keep his bloody nose clean.”

Harry frowned as he sat down on his bed. “Who?”

“Fenrir.”

“Greyback?” Harry asked.

“Do you know of any others by that name?” Tom sneered.

Harry’s brow rose. “Take that tone with me one. More. Time.” He drawled softly.

Tom met his eyes and gulped. “I love you.” He said weakly.

“And I love you.” Harry said evenly. “Remember your place when we leave this room.”

“Did you not tell them yet?” Tom asked, confused.

“I told them.” Harry confirmed. “That does not excuse you from deferring to me, though. Start as we mean to go on. Even with family, I lead, you follow. I won’t have you slipping up in public.” He said firmly.

Tom nodded and sat beside him, pulling up his trouser leg. “Kiss it better?” He asked, nodding down at his swollen ankle.

Harry winced and dropped to his knees, laying kisses over the ankle all around it, and Tom’s eyes widened as it did, indeed, begin to heal. “What?” He breathed.

Harry smiled and laved his tongue over the ankle bone. “Submissive Drackens don’t need healing spells to heal out family members. We literally do have magic kisses. And touches.” He revealed.

Tom hummed. “That is particularly good news. Because I am sure I will earn more injuries as an Auror.”

Harry sighed. “I wish you’d be more careful.”

“I know, love.” Tom pulled him into his lap and kissed him. “But I will do what I must to secure my place as Minister. Catching former Death Eaters that cause strife is part of the job description. And it's not like I didn't warn them all, after all. They were told what would happen if they didn't keep their heads down.”

“I won’t hold you back. I know how much this all means to you.” Harry said reluctantly. “We should go face the rest of the family. They’ll all be heading to the family dining room now, and we shouldn’t leave them waiting. Sirius especially gets cranky if he doesn’t get his food on time right now. And not one word about his weight!” Harry added, whirling and pointing his finger in Tom’s face—almost directly in his eye.

Tom reared back. “I wasn’t going to say anything! Merlin, Harry, my arse learned its lesson last time, believe me!”

“Good.” Harry said then added, “And Luna will be coming by after you get home tomorrow. We need to do the summer cleansing.”

Tom's eye twitched. “And why did we not do this sooner?” He asked.

“Something about the bond needing to take as you usually are. And apparently, the cleansing is going to affect me, too, due to the bond. So it will be different this time.” Harry informed him.

Tom frowned. “Different how?” He asked suspiciously.

Harry smiled as they entered the family dining room. “She didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. All I know is hat it will not be the same, so be prepared for anything.”

Tom sighed. “Fine. I will be ready and will try to not engage in any chases tomorrow.”

Harry smiled at him. “Thanks, love. It will be less painful for us both.” He said, taking his seat at Severus’ right hand.

Severus called for dinner, and they ate, Remus and Sirius observing how Harry and Tom were with each other.

The dynamic was unmistakable between them, and infinitely misleading.

And they could both see why it needed to be that way.
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