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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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Determination

Maximilius Diadesen Maddison, aged thirty-one, quivered as he felt the call of a submissive run through his entire body. There had been so many this year that it made him hopeful that there would be at least one out there for him, this made the fifth submissive this year, a high and likely the last of the year as it was nearing November and what were the chances of another submissive appearing between now and January?

He made his way to the familiar castle of Hogwarts, to where he had been rejected once before. Rebecca has been the worst sort of submissive he could have wished for, hard-faced, arrogant, vain, snobby, yet foxily clever. She had passed over him because of his stunted wings, his first ever meeting and she had destroyed any amount of confidence he had had. His Dads had been ranting and raving about it for months while trying to get him to pick himself up and stop him from killing himself weightlifting to try and improve himself for the next meeting.

He had soon stopped that behaviour when he realised it was futile, but it was harder to do after every submissive that didn’t chose him. Rejection after rejection after rejection.

Hogwarts had never been a good place for his family to find submissives. No one in his family had ever found their submissive at Hogwarts, none had found any at Durmstrang and only one great-great-great Uncle had found a submissive in Beauxbatons, his early rejection also didn’t bode well as he was taken into a large, three storey house across the lake of the great castle.

He just wanted a peek at the submissive, but she wasn’t here, every dominant was raving, asking those that had arrived before them what the submissive was like, but none of them seemed to know. The submissive was locked up with her chaperone and likely her family and the dominants that had seen her were nowhere to be seen.

He found his Uncles and his lone Aunt Kyra, quickly and settled among them easily.

“Oh I hope she’s a young, fit brunette.” His Uncle Cassander was saying pervily. “The last few have been red heads and blondes; we’re due a nice dark haired, dark eyed beauty.”

“Calm down Cass.” His Uncle Sandor coached. “No need to get worked up so quickly when she might look like the rear end of a bull.”

Max laughed strongly and grinned at his Uncle, who winked at him.

“I doubt it.” A young nineteen-ish dominant cut into their conversation. “The submissive is gorgeous apparently, a real knock out with jet black hair, bright green eyes and a little pink mouth just perfect for oral.”

“You shouldn’t be so disrespectful.” A strong, smooth voice growled at the young dominant. Max recognised and nodded to Nasta Tabrien Delericey, a family friend.

“Have you seen the submissive Delericey?” He asked curiously.

The older man shook his head negatively.

“This meeting is turning out very differently from the uniform of the others; usually the submissive is here upon our arrival to greet us.” His Uncle Cepheus commented, his black eyes clashing with his blonde hair, so much like his twin brother, Nicodemus’.

“If that baby dom is right and she’s a black haired, green eyed stunner I don’t care what she does as long as she picks me.” Cassander grinned.

“How many black haired, green eyed submissives have there been?” Max asked curiously.

“Uhh let me think about that, uh….none!” Cassander answered rocking on the balls of his feet excitedly.

“There was one.” Sandor reminded him. “Tulie in nineteen-sixty-two.”

“She was a redhead! That hair was dyed black.” His Uncle refuted. “Bright orange eyebrows and eyelashes gave her away and weak green eyes, like the colour of peppermint tea.”

“You mean that peppermint water you drink? That’s not tea Uncle.” Max answered.

“You watch your cheek boy!”

Max laughed and decided that this meeting was not going to come any sooner and sat himself down at the table closest to his Uncles. He peered around at the competition and smiled boastfully when he realised he was the tallest and the broadest at these meetings still, not that he expected any new baby dom to be taller or broader than he was.

His Uncle Cassander groaned when he saw the form of Elder Trintus call the dominants to order.

“Oh not him!” He moaned. “I won’t be able to get so much as a squeeze!”

The submissive was tired and wanted to be left alone for the night, so they were all to retire to their bedrooms, which were little more than box rooms with beds.

Max hoped that this particular submissive wasn’t going to draw out the process for long; he hated submissives that teased and strung along all the dominants when they knew full well who they wanted their mate to be.

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Max was sure he couldn’t breathe; he couldn’t swallow or exhale as he saw the submissive for the first time the next morning.

Gorgeous, jet black hair, brilliantly bright emerald green eyes shaped like almonds, pale, milk and honey toned skin with just a hint of healthy pink, a slim, slender body that looked very flexible, a cute button nose and a mouth he was already fantasising about kissing for hours at a time.

But this submissive was no young girl. Despite looking so effeminate and soft like all submissive Drackens, it was immediately apparent that this submissive was a young boy and hope blossomed within his chest.

He had always known he was more receptive to the idea of being with a male than a female, but he had gotten himself used to the idea of being with a female submissive, but hoping that she needed a grounding mate so that he was at least mated to another male, even if they would be a dominant, but this gorgeous young boy would make that hope unnecessary. If the male submissives were coming back, he wouldn’t have to settle for having a female submissive.

“I can count on one hand how many male submissives I’ve seen.” Cassander breathed reverently.

“How many Uncle?” Max asked, not taking his eyes from the nervous form of the young boy half hiding behind Elder Trintus, who was still addressing them.

“Including this one? One!” Cassander laughed. “He’s the only one I remember.”

“He’s the only one I’ve ever come across.” His Uncle Nicodemus nodded, his black eyes pinned to the boy with a predatory gleam.

Max’s Dracken roared up inside of him. Jealousy and rage. He knew then that he’d be fighting his Uncles and his Aunt Kyra for this particular submissive; they were not going to bow out of the competition for him like they had all done for Caesar.

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Max greeted the submissive, Harry, only an hour later and passed him his gift of home baked ginger biscuits. Harry thanked him softly and gave him a small smile that almost melted him into his shoes, allowed him to kiss a baby soft, pink flushed cheek that felt like silk under his dry lips and he watched proudly as Harry nibbled on a biscuit.

“These are really nice.” Harry praised and Max swelled like an inflated balloon.

He hugged that tiny, fragile looking body to his chest, inhaling that pure, untouched scent mixed with chestnuts and a hint of vanilla, that scent made him hard in his boxers and he shifted away a bit so the submissive wouldn’t feel him as they hugged, the last thing he wanted to do was to frighten such an untouched, virgin submissive and then the Elder was there shooing him away and leading Harry towards another gaggle of dominants, he grinned when Harry reached into the box he had given him and bit into another biscuit. The submissive liked his simple, inexpensive gift much more than the gaudy jewellery, bright beads and useless trinkets that were being shoved at him. He was in with a fighting chance and he practically skipped off to boast to his Uncles.

He found his Uncle Cassander sulking and his other Uncles looking just as put out and his boastful grin slid from his face. Had the submissive rejected his Uncle already? Cassander usually lasted to the end of third day at least, the name Maddison demanded respect within the Dracken community after all.

“What happened?” He asked.

“That damned Trintus!” His Uncle pouted and all at once Max rolled his eyes and breathed a bit easier. “All I did was squeeze one of those pert, rounded bum cheeks! You’d think I’d pinned him down, striped him bare and broke his virginity in front of his holy grandmother from the way that man acted!”

“Cassander, please!” Kyra said disgusted. “He’s a sixteen year old boy. He’s not going to be interested in anyone over twenty, just like the rest, he’s still a submissive Dracken.”

“He liked my gift.” Max said with a sly grin and found himself at the attention of his four Uncles and his Aunt.

“What did you give him? He threw mine back in my face.”

“You gave him a box of condoms and told him the other dominants would never know if he came back to your bedroom for an hour.” Sandor told Cassander in a long suffering voice.

Max couldn’t help but growl and his five family members pulled back.

“You’re really going for him aren’t you?” Cepheus asked.

Max looked away and breathed deeply to calm himself; he had more control than this damn it!

“He’s different.” He answered. “I just know it. He doesn’t seem at all like the stuck up bitches that are usually at these meetings. I can’t put my finger on it, but he’s not like the rest.”

“He wasn’t raised by Drackens.” A melodious voice from behind him stated.

Max half turned to see who had spoken to see a baby dominant standing at six foot three inches, with tanned olive skin, black layered hair and brilliant indigo coloured eyes. He recognised Marianna Lychorinda’s son, Blaise Zabini and he nodded in greeting.

“What do you mean?” Max asked curiously.

“Do you even know who you’re trying to mate with?” He demanded incredulously and Max felt his eyebrows raise, who the hell was this baby dom to speak to him like that? Who was he to speak to anyone like that?

“Is there something special about him, more than the other submissives?” His Aunt Kyra asked.

“Black hair, green eyes named Harry, sixteen years old and in Hogwarts?” Blaise questioned as if they were stupid and Max narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“Hold on, hold on one minute!” His Uncle Sandor exclaimed hurriedly. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

“Haven’t you seen the scar above his left eye yet?” Blaise questioned before turning and leaving.

Max growled and took a step after him, but his Aunt’s hand on his wrist turned him back to the family.

“Leave him be Maximilius, he’s just a baby dom.”

“What was all that about?” Cassander asked, but he perked up when Harry entered the room.

His Uncle Sandor said nothing but he craned his head and neck searching for something on the submissive.

“Ha!” He cried triumphantly. “This meeting is going to be one to remember!” He grinned.

“Why?” Nicodemus asked.

“Look at his forehead, over his left eye!” Sandor grinned.

Max looked and felt like he’d just been crippled by a heavy blow. A thin lightning bolt scar adorned the submissive’s forehead, only just visible through the tufts of black hair he called a fringe. Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. The boy he had heard stories about, the boy he had told his siblings about in bedtime stories. The boy who had destroyed Voldemort for good not a year ago.

“The Potter blood is too diluted!” Cepheus exclaimed. “Two generations without a single inheritance.”

“Just goes to show that it doesn’t matter how diluted the blood is.”

Max didn’t know what to feel. To have the Harry Potter as a mate would be a huge honour and a point of pride, but he had wanted the sweet submissive before he had found out, what if Harry now thought that Max only wanted him because of what his name was, not who he actually was? He cursed the baby dom, Zabini for forcing him to work it out, he would have had a bigger chance not knowing!

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Max wanted to tear the head off of Dominic Getus. Elder Getus’ Grandson. He had frightened Harry into fleeing and no one had seen hide nor hair of him all night.

They were all in the dining room, which was large enough to seat all of them at the same table, when Harry edged into the room like a skittish kitten, avoiding all of their gazes and quickly making his way to Elder Trintus, who he all but clung to. Sitting close to him at the head of the table and started speaking softly to him. Max doubted Harry even realised how terrified he looked and Max’s large hands clenched into fists. He wanted to kill Dominic for doing this to poor Harry.

“He doesn’t have to, in fact I don’t want him to, what I want is for him to leave.” Harry shouted from the head of the table, drawing every eye to him, where he was actually screaming at Elder Getus.

“You don’t know what you’re saying Harry.” Elder Getus told the boy firmly, chidingly and Max grinned as he saw those green eyes narrow and darken with anger.

“Yes I do. I will not stay here whilst he is here. I want him gone!” Harry said loudly and Max cackled inside.

“Get rid of him.” One dominant near his Uncle Cassander growled. “How can we properly interact with Harry if he is constantly running away from him?!”

“Let us not be hasty, all of you reacted the same to Harry when you first got here, Dominic is no different.” Elder Getus tried to placate, but Max was not even going to stand to be compared to that man’s Grandson!

“We didn’t act like him!” Max burst out harshly. Trying to get Harry to see that not all of them were like Dominic. “We respected the rules! None of us would have dared enter the submissive’s room, only he has been rude and disrespectful enough to do so!”

“He’s right; no one else has barged into my rooms like that.” Harry answered, giving him a gorgeous, endearing little smile that almost melted him into a puddle of liquid on the floor, but he tried to portray confidence by smirking back, even though his knees felt weak, his eyes bright and happy at being acknowledged by Harry, though he couldn’t help that his chest swelled up with pride and happiness at the attention he was receiving from the gorgeous boy.

“There are some of you here that I just can’t be around, we are completely incompatible and you’ll never be my mate, I can't concentrate on any of the others if you’re here.” Harry said and Max was seeing a whole new side to this little submissive. Not the skittish boy from a few moments ago or the shy boy who was being forced to greet so many men all clamouring for his attention, but a boy with a quiet confidence, who knew what he wanted and was not going to settle for anything less.

“Alright dear one, you can come with me after your breakfast and we will interview each Dracken in turn, if you aren’t compatible with each other, you have the right to reject them.” Elder Trintus told him soothingly, easing Harry down from irate anger and coaxing him to eat all with one sentence. There was a reason Elder Trintus was deemed one of the best submissive chaperones and was highly sought after to chaperone meetings.

“I like that idea; it will give me a chance to spend some one on one time with all of you to find my prospective mate.”

Max liked that idea as well, he was sure if he got to spend some quality time with Harry, just the two of them, well three if Elder Trintus had to be included because he would be there, but with no other dominants vying for his attention and taking his attention away from him, Max was sure he’d be in with a chance to win Harry over. He just needed some time!

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Max was devastated by the blow he had just been given. Four hours he had been waiting for his name to be called over the raucous screaming, growling and fighting going on around him.

Elder Getus was calling out random names from a piece of parchment and Max was sure he was avoiding all the top contenders on purpose after Harry had refused to even stay in the same room as Dominic when he had been the first ‘random’ name chosen.

Blaise Zabini had been called and the cocky baby dom had sauntered off. Their meeting was taking too long, much longer than any of the others and his heart sunk when Harry entered the room not even halfway through the list of names.

His gorgeous pure white wings with their white scales were tucked in protectively to his sides as if he was expecting a blow.

“You spent longer with him!” One dominant on the opposite side of the room to Max burst out. “I want a longer interview as well.”

“None of you are going to get another minute of my time. I’m sorry, but it seems that I have already found my first mate. Elder Trintus believes that Blaise and I mated from our very first handshake, which is why I have been less receptive to any of your advances. I’m sorry, but I am no longer looking for a mate.”

Harry told them as his dominant wrapped strong arms around Harry’s shoulders, his black wings flared out proudly displaying the black and purple scales for them all to see, boasting that even though he didn’t have the biggest wings, he had still been chosen.

Harry’s tiny hands bent upwards towards Blaise’s almost subconsciously and Max watched as their hands joined, their fingers laced together tightly as if they couldn’t bear to let go of one another. They had truly mated and strongly as well, Harry had to be very powerful to be able to mate so thoroughly from just a handshake, it usually took the first heat to forge such a strong bond at least, but the two were acting as if they had been mated for a year already, not just a day or two.

The other dominants were in uproar and one got shoved into him and he growled viciously and threw him to the floor, well away from him. He had missed his chance of having a male submissive, who knew when the next one would come around? Submissives didn’t want older mates, it seemed even Harry Potter was not an exception to that, taking Blaise Zabini, a dominant who may have already been seventeen, but one that was in the same school year as he was.

“You know you cannot seek retribution.” Elder Trintus spoke up loudly, his voice easily carrying over the shouts and growls of all the dominants. “Against Harry or Blaise. But this isn’t over yet, Harry is a very powerful Dracken and will require another mate at least, possibly two or even three more, you all have the chance to try again.”

There was that at least, but Max felt morose and sulky as he realised that Harry would likely chose a second baby dom to mate to. He hadn’t shown any interest in any of the older Drackens and had chosen a baby dom for a mate, he truly was going to be forced to pick a snobbish female submissive and hope she needed a grounding mate.

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Every single one of them smelt when Harry went on heat. Max clenched his entire body as he just wanted to kill one or two of the dominants around him at the thought that tonight, Harry would be losing his virginity to that damned baby dom.

Several dominants lost their lives that night and the following days that Harry was on heat. Max fell into a state where he was constantly hard and aching, thinking and fantasising about how Harry would be in the heat of passion. Was he a screamer? A talker? Did he make cute, sexy noises that inflamed the blood and made his partner harder and more eager to hear more of those noises? Was he perhaps a scratcher or a biter, would he tear up his partners back with his nails or his claws? Ruin their neck with teeth and fangs?

But Max was sure of one thing; Harry would not be a passive lover. He would not lie meekly in bed and let his partner do all of the work like a rag doll, but he didn’t know how Harry would act in bed. He liked to think he was a complete wild cat, thrusting back and clawing and biting and locking arms and legs around his partner and becoming so enflamed by their lovemaking that nothing else mattered but their mutual pleasure, but he could likewise be a quieter lover, just wrapping up his lover in arms and legs and moaning softly into their ear, both had their merits and both made him rub himself raw as he waited for Harry to finish his heat and then come looking for a second mate. No other submissive had ever made him act or feel like this and he was adamant that he would be Harry’s second mate, he would not be beaten by another baby dom.

When Harry came back into the house, smelling of chestnuts and wearing the musk of his dominant, Max lamented the loss of that pure, untouched smell with its light vanilla scent.

Harry was so blissful and so happy as he walked around with Blaise strutting behind or beside him. It made his jealousy grow. It should be him with Harry!

Harry’s white wings had taken on purple scales and Max hated seeing them, he wanted Harry to have his blue scales, not that baby dominant’s purple!

The Elders were greeting Harry and Blaise and they were speaking so quietly none of them could hear them, but Harry’s eyes flashed dangerously, sexily, when Dominic stepped forward and spoke to him.

“Good, but you will still never be my mate. I don’t want you as my mate!” Harry suddenly shouted and Max grinned.

“Now Harry, it isn’t a choice as such but a need to have the strongest mate possible, Dominic might be the best suited mate for you.” Elder Getus tried to placate.

“He’s not.” Harry replied stubbornly and loudly. There were a few snorts, laughs and titters from the crowd of dominants and Max was one of them. He loved how forceful and demanding Harry could be, he wondered if this was the part of him that took over during sex and subtly tugged himself as he swelled in his trousers.

“If we could calm this down a bit.” Elder Trintus boomed over everyone. “Harry wishes to get to know all of you in turn; he wishes to see you when you are relaxed and comfortable. You will not be permitted to take Harry away from this house or its grounds, you will not be permitted to be alone with Harry without myself and his first mate, Blaise, present and you are not permitted to touch him at any time.”

“Dominic will be going first.” Elder Getus stated as if it was his grandson’s birth right and Max saw Harry swelling with rage and those gorgeous green eyes flashed with his temper. His white wings with their shiny, deep purple, scales flared out and sweet Harry bared his fangs to the elder man and hissed deeply.

“He won't!” Harry declared harshly. “He won’t even get a fucking turn because I don’t want him!”

Max was almost beside himself in joy, laughing deeply as Harry cursed for the first time and glared and snarled at an Elder viciously.

“All dominants deserve a fair chance at becoming your mate Harry.” Elder Getus chided.

“Then why are you pushing your grandson at me? Why does he have to go first for everything? That isn’t fair to the others!” Harry refuted.

Blaise placed a single hand on the back of Harry’s neck, he didn’t squeeze or apply any pressure at all and Harry calmed down immediately, his body relaxing and his temper cooling.

Max felt an insurmountable level of jealousy and he growled deeply and dangerously, it should be him up there with Harry! He wanted to be Harry’s mate so badly!

“I want a list of all the names and ages of the dominants.” Harry told Elder Trintus, before taking Blaise’s hand and storming away.

Elder Trintus followed Harry a minute or two later with the plastic folder of parchment from Elder Getus. Max wandered over to his Uncles who were heckling each other like children, his Aunt Kyra shook her head slowly at him and he grinned.

“Have you had any more luck getting him Maxie?” Cassander asked.

“No, he’s not interested in anyone other than his current mate. It’s disheartening. I know most submissives love their first dominant more than the subsequent mates, but to see it right in front of your eyes is something different, I don’t think I could live knowing I was second best.”

Harry was back and he was flushed. Cassander chuckled.

“Looks like he got in a quickie.”

“Stop being crude!” Kyra growled, smacking her brother upside the head.

“Harry has reviewed all of your names and ages and has now decided that he would like to begin his search for his second mate.” Trintus called out loudly, ensuring that all dominants heard him. “Harry are there any deciding factors which would make you completely discount one of these dominants as your mate?”

Harry looked to Blaise and Max’s heart sunk. If Harry was so attached to Blaise that he was looking to him to choose his second mate for him, he might as well just leave, he’d have no chance at all. Blaise wrapped Harry up securely in those long arms and Max staved off a biting comment that his arms were longer and bulkier and would better comfort Harry.

“Just get on with it!” One of the younger dominants shouted out impatiently. “Get rid of the granddads and start the process already, the waiting is killing me!”

Max snarled and knew from the age of the dominant that ‘granddad’ dominants meant anyone over the age of thirty, which included himself, not only his Uncles and Aunt.

“Who are you?” Harry asked, those eyes glinting with an emotion Max couldn’t identify, but made him swallow nervously. He mentally begged Harry not to pick this dominant to ‘interview’ first.

“Serif Ribbin. Twenty-three.” The dominant with lush heather coloured, twenty-four foot, wings answered proudly and Max wanted to stab out his eyes.

Harry went down the list of parchments and found Serif on the list, took up his quill and exaggeratedly scratched out the name with vicious force.

“Thank you Serif, you can leave now.” Harry said sweetly and Max grinned as he realised Harry was not going to let Blaise pick his mate for him.

“What?” Serif demanded haughtily.

“You can leave now. I don’t want a cruel or spiteful man as a mate. Bye bye.”

Max laughed with some others. Harry was just amazing and he gladly watched as Serif was dragged out by a mated dominant who had agreed to come and play security for Harry’s meeting.

“Right, let’s start looking for my next mate.” Harry stated lackadaisically. “But first things first, if any of you are currently married or have a significant other at home, you can leave as well, I don't want to be labelled as a home wrecker thanks.”

Max grinned as a few more dominants were bumped off and he admired Harry for not allowing himself to be mated to a man who already had another family somewhere in the world.

“How do you want to do this?” An older dominant asked from the back, Max recognised Arsenio Demetrius immediately.

“Who are you?” Harry asked, just like he had Serif and Max saw Arsenio’s eyes harden.

“Arsenio Demetrius. Forty-two.” He answered stonily.

Harry surprised every single person in that hall by holding out a small pale hand and smiling softly at Arsenio, who blinked and looked faintly stunned to be on the receiving end of that smile.

“I think I’d like to get to know you first Arsenio.” Harry declared.

Blaise bent down to whisper into Harry’s ear and Harry whispered back as Arsenio moved slowly and cautiously to the front of the room as Elder Trintus beckoned him forward.

“You can't be serious!” Dominic screamed.

“I thought I told you to leave?” Harry stated, looking dispassionately at Dominic.

Arsenio took Harry’s attention back when he picked up the tiny hand and kissed the palm gently. Harry smiled so softly at Arsenio that Max wondered if he had mated to Arsenio through that little kiss, but Harry took Arsenio’s hand, took Blaise’s hand and walked away from the room between them, Elder Trintus following with his clipboard.

“What do you think?” A strong voice asked from behind him.

Max looked over his own shoulder to see Nasta standing close by him, looking at the door Harry had left through curiously.

“He certainly is different.” Max answered.

Nasta nodded. “Very different.” He agreed. “I can’t believe he’s actually paying attention to the older dominants, it’s refreshing.”

“That’s one way to put it.” Max snorted.

“Stop picking boys!” Cassander broke in. “I’m in with a chance here! If the cutie likes that ugly Greek Demetrius then he’ll like me more! Twenty years younger or not!”

The day continued on, Harry picking at random this time, but he only chose older dominants, he wasn’t even looking at anyone younger than forty, which meant that he was once again excluded, but it was nice to see his Uncle Nicodemus chosen, Harry came back pink cheeked, glaring at Nico’s back as his Uncle found them again grinning widely.

“What did you do?” Kyra demanded.

Nico grinned wider and slapped hands with his twin brother Ceph.

“If you’ve damaged our chances I’ll slaughter the both of you!” Kyra hissed.

“When do we get a turn?” One of the very young dominant’s burst out impatiently, but not unkindly, Max hadn’t seen him before, so he must have been brand new, as in his inheritance was very recently.

Harry smiled kindly to the young boy and took his hand before pulling him off and Max’s heart sunk. Harry was back to the baby dom’s, this time baby dom’s that were younger than he was.

The day was moving so slowly and it was with a stuttered heart and a moment to process that Harry had actually called his name. His Uncle gave him a shove and he went to greet Harry. He couldn’t believe he had actually been chosen. Out of a hundred dominants, only twelve had been chosen to accompany Harry, he was number thirteen and he’d never consider the number as unlucky ever again, in fact it was his new favourite number.

Harry was cocking his head at him cutely, Max could see he was thinking hard, a spark of recognition in his eyes and Max wondered if Harry was remembering the ginger biscuits he had given to him. He hoped so.

“Hi.” Harry greeted him shyly and Max couldn’t help but grin easily as he shook Harry’s hand, before laying two gentle kisses to it, one on the back of his hand, the other on that curled palm.

“Hello. I’m Maximilius Diadesen Maddison. Thirty-one, with the mental age of a twelve year old.”

Harry chuckled at him and Max felt accomplished at making Harry feel comfortable and happy, he held his hand out, hoping that Harry would take it and felt like doing a victory dance when Harry happily accepted the hand that was held out to him.

“I must say congratulations to you for getting under the skin of that little snot Dominic. He hasn’t stopped bragging to everyone whether they’ll listen or not about how he’s going to have you for a mate just because his grandfather is an Elder.” Max informed the young sixteen year old and had the pleasure of seeing those eyes darken with anger. Max wondered if Harry’s eyes darkened in lust also and softly groaned as he twitched in his boxers.

Harry’s fist clenched before he breathed and smiled.

“He needs to take a rain check.” Harry answered seriously. “If he thinks I’ll let him be my mate just because his grandfather is an Elder he seriously needs a reality shift. I’ve told him to leave several times.”

Max chuckled deeply, his voice lust roughened and Harry shivered, his pupils blowing wide and his face turning pink cheeked. Max felt so elated; Harry was responding to him, he was in with a very good chance if Harry found him sexually appealing.

“I…um…what do you like doing?” Harry stammered, his face going red as Blaise chuckled from behind them.

“Eating and cooking. I eat a lot of food, so you can guarantee if you accept me as a mate that we'll be visiting restaurants at least twice a week and the rest of the time I'll probably be cooking for you and Blaise. Though it might not seem like it at first glance, I do have a quiet side.” Max shrugged a massive shoulder and grinned down at Harry.

“I like reading in front of fires. I’m not a huge fan of the cold and I’m more reclusive in the winter months.” Max confided.

“I like sleeping or lying down in front of fires, Blaise is the one who reads in front of them, personally I don’t see how you can read in front of a fire because all it does it make me sleepy.” Harry grinned.

“His favourite thing to do is to lay on me as I read, we have a bear fur in front of our fire and if I can’t find Harry, I go looking on the bear fur, because nine times out of ten that’s where he is, sleeping peacefully.” Blaise told him and Max was surprised that the other dominant was actually speaking to him, but Max threw his head back and laughed with Blaise all the same.

“So Maximilius, do you have a job?” Harry asked him, pink cheeked still.

“Lord almighty, call me Max, you sound like my Mother.” Max stated with a roguish grin, trying to show Harry that he wasn’t a serious old man. “Yeah I have a job, I work for a potions company that makes and sells potions to stock hospitals and small chemists all over Britain.”

“You’re a Potions Master?” Harry asked impressed and Max swelled with the awe in those green eyes. He loved his job just a little bit more than he had a moment ago.

“Damn right I am. I worked hard to get my Mastery in potions, achieved it when I was twenty-six, it isn’t the record, but I'm still one of the youngest to do it.”

“That’s impressive.” Blaise stated, moving up beside him and Max felt himself swell in pride a little bit more, if he could impress them both he had an amazing chance for being the second mate. “It might not be the record but doing a ten year mastery in six years is still an accomplishment.”

“How do you know he started his Mastery at twenty?” Harry asked, fretting that he might have missed something he had said and Max grinned and chuckled along with Blaise who pressed a reassuring kiss to Harry’s cheek.

“I know because a witch or wizard is not allowed to start a Potions Mastery until they are twenty years of age.”

“Oh.” Harry blushed a bit again

“You’re adorable.” Max told him sincerely, bending down to kiss his hair.

Max was surprised that Blaise actually let him kiss his mate so informally, but Blaise was grinning at them both and moved over to them to throw an arm over Harry’s shoulder, his and Blaise’s arms crossing on Harry’s back.

Max left the two confident that he had made a brilliant impression and not even his Uncles could ruin his euphoria.

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The scent of blood made him pick his head up and look around. Dracken blood. It was too thick for it to be anything other than a death, but he couldn’t find any dead Drackens or a fight.

Blaise walked in then, Harry looking forward, his face so pale he looked sick and that worried, horrified gleam in his eyes pulled on every protective string he had as his wings flared out and twitched to protect Harry. Blaise was dragging a body behind him, his head almost severed from ear to ear and Max was impressed. That man was bigger, older and stronger than Blaise, but he had managed to protect his submissive and kill him, perhaps Blaise was a good choice for Harry after all, but he’d be a good choice as well, he’d protect them both.

“What is the meaning of this?” Elder Getus demanded, standing up on the other side of the room.

“If anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to take Harry from me, this is what you’ll get.” Blaise hissed threateningly, hauling the dead man up with a show of absolute strength before slamming him onto the dining table, knocking food, plates, bowls and glasses everywhere. Max thought it was a bit dramatic, but as dominant’s went skidding and tumbling away from the body, Max applauded him, he had frightened some of the dominants and they wouldn’t want to cross Blaise now, baby dominant or not.

“Harry are you well dear one?” Elder Trintus asked, scurrying over to him and checking him over.

“I’m fine, just a bit shaken up. He…he attacked us as we…as we were…” Harry trailed off with a pink blush and held tighter to Blaise, who was glaring at everyone and Max glared at the dead body. How dare that bastard think he could watch Harry having sex with his mate! In such a vulnerable and defenceless moment where he was letting himself go with his mate. It was disgusting!

“Well one more off the list is what I say. When are you going to pay me any attention?”

Harry turned his head to stare incredulously at Dominic and Max followed, his eyebrows lowered over sapphire blue eyes, who for all the acknowledgement he showed, was acting like there wasn’t a dead body on the table in front of him.

Harry unwrapped his legs from Blaise and stood on the floor, Blaise stooping down to make sure he was actually on the floor before he let go. Harry stalked up to Dominic and stood in front of him, leaning into him.

“What did you just say?” He hissed in a deadly tone and Max shivered in lust. Harry was sexy when he was angry and being dangerous.

“When am I going to get my turn?!” Dominic answered back, stressing his words as if he thought Harry was stupid and Max mentally rubbed his hands together, this was going to be good, he had learnt that Harry was not a soft, weak person. He was strong and he had a very big temper which when riled, you didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

Harry snarled as he leant back, before throwing his fist forward, jamming his clenched fist into Dominic’s nose, listening to the satisfying crack as it broke under the pressure.

Max let out a happy yell and cheered Harry on as he launched his knee into Dominic’s gut and brought an elbow down on his back, before kicking him repeatedly as he lay curled up on the floor, trying to protect himself.

Blaise went and grabbed Harry around the waist and Harry turned immediately, arm up, claws out, ready to swipe off half the person’s face, before Harry recognised his mate and buried himself in his mate’s neck.

Blaise held Harry’s head into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, forcing him to breathe in his scent, which calmed his submissive immediately, Marianna had taught her son some tricks then. Blaise pulled Harry away from the pathetic, whimpering form of Dominic who was being fawned over by his grandfather.

“No one demands anything from me.” Harry told Blaise, but in the stunned silence nearly every Dracken there heard him, including Max, who made a mental note to never piss Harry off or to ever demand he do something. “I told him several times that I didn’t want him here and that he was never going to be my mate, I told him and he didn’t leave.”

“I know mio amore.” Blaise answered his voice thick with accent under his stress. “You can do what you please in this house. He refused to leave even after being rejected; it was within your rights to attack him for his outburst.”

“Come along dearest.” Elder Trintus chided, appearing at Harry and Blaise’s elbows and shooing them into the little room off of the common room, which was opposite the dining hall.

Max let out a breath as the security dominants removed the body from the table and went to dispose of it at the Counsel Halls, where his family would collect the body.

Max turned to his Uncles and Aunt and breathed out a shaky breath that was part laugh.

“He’s brilliant isn’t he?” He said even as some dominants around started complaining about the ‘strong submissive’ and how it wasn’t right that he had taken out a dominant himself and that his mate must be weak to leave his mate to protect himself.

“I’d rather a submissive who could protect themselves, at least enough for me to reach them if they were in any trouble.” The familiar voice of Nasta came through and Max grinned at him.

“Me too. I don’t want a submissive that’ll lie there and let another dominant do anything they want until I can get there to help. I want to see some fight!”

“I think it’s disgusting.” One dominant cut in. “To see such a violent submissive turns me right off, but I’ll still go for him, he is Harry Potter after all, anyone who can mate to him has it made for life! But such a public display, against the grandchild of an Elder no less, he should be punished publically.”

Max snorted at the baby dominant, who was about eighteen and probably thought he knew it all.

“This is Harry’s meeting.” Nasta said dismissively. “He has every right to defend his honour at his own meeting.”

“Even if it wasn’t his meeting he can defend his honour.” Max snarled. “If any dominant says those vile things to him of course he can attack them, I would.”

Elder Getus looked directly at him and Max held his stare and pulled the corner of his mouth back in a snarl. He couldn’t help but think that the Elder had heard his comment and didn’t particularly like it.

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Max slammed his hands through the walls of his house and let out a wordless yell of rage, a hint of distress climbing his throat, which he disgustedly realised, would alert his Father to his current state and location. He didn’t want anyone to see him, he didn’t want comfort or placating or to calm down, he wanted to rage in peace, to break everything within reach.

His Dads were both there within minutes as he was putting his large, heavy kitchen table through his window, taking part of the brick wall with it.

“Maximilius Diadesen Maddison!” His Father yelled and at once all anger slipped from him, leaving him feeling weak, shaky and upset.

He slipped to his knees and sobbed, holding his face in his hands. He had been in with a real chance of getting an actual mate, a mate all for his own to love and care for, to have children with and one jealous, spiteful Elder had ruined his chances with one sentence. He had been banished from Harry’s meeting and was forbidden to contact him.

His Dad Richard was there then, holding him, soothing him, pulling his head into his shoulder and smoothing his hair back, shushing him as his shoulders shook violently from the force of his sobs. How could he have been so stupid as to leave his Aunt and Uncles? Why did he go wandering on his own? How could he have lost Harry this way? Sweet, adorable Harry who was possibly the most perfect submissive in the history of submissive Drackens!

“What happened? Your Uncles are usually back from a meeting before you.”

“He…he…” Max broke into a sob and worked hard to control his breathing so he could speak, surely his Father could help, it was forbidden to mess with a submissive meeting, surely he could get him back into Harry’s meetings, but would it already be too late?

“Deep breaths Max.” Richard soothed, still stroking his hair comfortingly.

Myron slid to his knees beside them with a groan.

“I’m getting too old for this.” He grumbled as he wrapped both his arms around his Husband and son, laying a kiss to Max’s temple. “What happened Max? Did the submissive send you away?”

Max shook his head. “I was banished by an Elder.” He choked out and there was outrage from his Dads.

“What did you do?” Myron asked in shock. “A dominant is only banished by an Elder for serious offences.”

“It was Elder Getus; he banished me because I was actually in with a chance!” Max sobbed. “Because the submissive hated his grandson. He’s banishing all the top contenders. I could have had a mate! A family.”

His Dad was up and gone as he finished, leaving him in the kitchen with his Dad Richard, who was comforting him and calming him down.

“Shush Max, everything will be alright. We’ll sort this out. Elder Getus will be stripped of his status for this, you don’t need to worry. So tell me about this submissive, is she cute?”

“He.” Max answered calming down and smiling as he thought of Harry. “He’s gorgeous Dad. Jet black hair, bright green eyes, a stunning smile and he’s so perfect. He’s sweet and kind, he’s strong and opinionated. He’s the most perfect submissive ever!”

“Well, we always knew you preferred men, is this a biased opinion?”

Max shook his head strongly. “No. Every dominant wants him so badly, he already picked a baby dom for a mate, Marianna Lychorinda’s son Blaise, but he needs a second one, maybe even a third! He’s so powerful Dad and I want him!”

“Hush now. Your Dad has gone to sort it out; an Elder isn’t allowed to abuse their power like this. Strictly speaking Elder Getus shouldn’t even be there with his grandson in the running.”

“What a snot that grandson is as well, he’s trying to demand all Harry’s attention, trying to force himself on him, but Harry punched him in the face, broke his nose and then beat the shit out of him!”

Richard laughed. “Almost makes me wish I was unmated, just so I could see that.”

Max allowed himself to snuggle into his Dad. No one was there to see him and though his Dad was a loud mouth, not even he would say anything about it to anyone else and he really needed some comfort and reassurance right about now.

“Oh Max.” Richard sighed, wrapping him in tighter. “You don’t need to worry; your Dad will sort everything out and take a few heads while he’s at it.”

“I know, but I can’t help but think it’s a bit too late. What if Harry only needs two mates and before I get back he chooses his second mate or while I’m gone he gets closer to another dominant? He’s been eyeing up Demetrius and Delericey.”

“Arsenio Demetrius? Max he’s forty-two with greying hair and facial scarring, surely this little sixteen year old would prefer you? As for Delericey, who wants that sullen, sad looking man over you? A gorgeous, fun loving young man, who is strong, powerful, has a record breaking wingspan and is the best damned person in those bloody meetings! Nasta is such a serious young man, thirty-six and he acts like he’s sixty, what submissive wants to tie themselves to that?”

“He did lose his Mum and his sister.” Max defended a bit weakly, but he felt so much better for the reassurance.

“Yes he did, but so did his human brother Sanex, but look at how he acted at last year’s meeting, getting pissed drunk on champagne and earning himself a public punishment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Aneirin so damned angry before, I thought he was going to beat his son to death, that or blow a blood vessel.”

Max chuckled as he remembered the incident. Aneirin Delericey hated his sons drinking and Sanex had downed eight glasses of champagne during the first hour of being at the meeting, his younger brother Caesar had also been roped into the ‘game’ but thankfully Caesar could hold his drink a lot better than the teetotal Delericeys. Myron came back into the kitchen, his face tight with anger and his eyes soft in contrasting wonderment. He eased himself back down onto the floor with a groan.

“You could have moved to the living room while I was gone so I wouldn’t have to sit back down on this floor.”

“How did the inquiries go? I don’t think you should keep Max waiting, he’s hurting Myron.”

Myron tugged Max into his own arms and pulled Richard in to cuddle under his arm.

“Of course they already knew, Harry’s chaperone is Elder Trintus.”

“Kid couldn’t have asked for a better chaperone.”

“Uncle Cassander was unhappy.”

Myron snorted. “He would be.”

“I can’t see Trintus standing for what happened.” Richard commented.

“Of course not. He went straight to the other Elders and all of the dominants can go back, but Max…Harry chose his second mate an hour ago.”

Max dropped his chin to his chest and tried to keep the tears from his eyes, but it was difficult. To know he had lost out once again. On such an amazing person, a male submissive no less. Sweet, wondrous Harry.

“Who did he chose? Demetrius? Delericey?”

“Neither, he chose a sixteen year old named Draco Malfoy.”

“Malfoy? Lucius and Narcissa’s son, but the Black blood is so diluted! It was a struggle for Cygnus Black to get an inheritance; the blood had been diluted five generations back! A second inheritance so far down the tree is almost impossible!” Richard breathed. “And through the Malfoy line as well, Lucius Malfoy’s blood has been as pure as snow for eight generations! That their son has a Dracken inheritance, hell that’s a blind punch to the face for Lucius Malfoy. How’s he taking it?”

“He doesn’t know. His son is keeping it all hush hush, though what he’s going to do now that he has a submissive, another dominant and another one on the way, then there will be the first child along in several months.”

“There’s still a chance?” Max whispered, hardly daring to believe it.

“Yes, Harry is now looking for a grounding mate. A very powerful little boy that one and an even more unexpected inheritance than the Malfoy boy.”

“Really, who is he?” Richard asked.

“Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived himself who ironically enough, took his Dracken inheritance from the very Cygnus Black who gave the Malfoy boy his inheritance.”

“Really? Surely the submissive Dracken won’t allow such a close relation to be a mate.”

Myron gave him a long suffering sigh and Richard pouted at him.

“Draco Malfoy is three generations away from Cygnus Black, Harry Potter is two generations away. They’re something ridiculous like third cousins through marriage twice removed. The Dracken won’t recognise them as related.”

“So I can go back?” Max interrupted the genetics lesson.

Myron nodded and Max grinned so happily and he set to straightening out his house and fixing everything up, grooming himself and making sure he looked perfect before he travelled back to Scotland and to Hogwarts to see Harry again. He was going to try his utmost to win Harry over, this was his last chance to get Harry, the dream submissive thought to only be real in stories and he had to beat over a hundred other dominants to get him.

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It was mid-January before he got to see Harry again, who was settling in with his two mates. He was sat on ‘his’ rock by the lake and Max admired the figure of him with the perfect background of untouched snow, white dusted trees and the frozen lake.

He wrapped his arms around Harry and the young boy sighed and relaxed into him, before his head fell to the side slightly and he started stiffening, he had thought he was someone else.

“Hello Harry.” He greeted gruffly, overwhelmed to be holding this gorgeous body in his arms again.

Harry turned around already grinning and pulled him into a hug.

“Maxi…” Harry cut himself off short when Max gave him a playful glare for trying to use his full name. “Fine, I’ll just call you Maxie from now on.”

“My Granddad calls me Maxie.” Max grumbled good naturedly, he had had that nickname since birth and it just sounded babyish, but if it was Harry, he’d happily accept it as his name.

“Well now I do too!” Harry said stubbornly as he threw his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “I missed you! How are you? How have you been? How could you possibly think I’d send you away?! I wouldn’t have! I…”

Max covered Harry’s tiny mouth and prevented the smaller Dracken from speaking a grin plastered to his face at the knowledge that Harry had missed him while he had been forced away.

“Take a breath Harry.” Max grinned. “I knew exactly what the Elder was doing, it isn’t the first time an Elder has abused his power and it won't be the last. I had no choice but to leave, an Elder’s word is absolute. They have the power to control dominant Drackens to a certain extent during mate meetings. I was ordered away, so I had to leave, I was ordered not to see, speak or contact you in any way and I had to comply. I loathed myself for letting it happen, but there was nothing I could do.”

Harry snuggled in close to him and Max wrapped him up in his arms hoping to make Harry feel loved and safe.

“As for how I’ve been, well truthfully I haven’t really been doing much since I was forced to leave. Wallowing would probably be the best way to describe it. I just sat at home all day, didn’t talk very much and cursed myself for such a missed opportunity to have an absolutely amazing, kind, gentle and gorgeous little Dracken as a mate.”

Harry chuckled, and Max loved the blush he had caused as Harry twisted little legs out from underneath him and placed them on either side of his hips, which were about level with the top of the large rock. Merlin Harry was small in comparison.

Harry shyly played with the decorative buttons of his outer robe, finding the shiny black buttons with a swirl of red captivating as he twisted them around in his little fingers. Max thought it was absolutely adorable, even more so as Harry seemed unaware of exactly what he was doing.

“How have you been Harry?” Max asked his voice noticeably deeper. He just could not control his lustful feelings around this gorgeous boy.

“I’ve been through hell and back and then went back to hell.” Harry sighed.

“Are you still in hell?” Max asked him seriously.

“I think I’m climbing the limbo ladder one rung at a time.”

Max chuckled at his comparison and held him so tight the air was expelled from Harry’s lungs, showing as a puff of white mist in the chilly January air.

“What’s been happening since I’ve been away?”

Harry told him the whole gruesome story and watched him as with every word his muscles contracted until his veins popped out and his teeth clenched until they grinded together. Max managed to control himself until Harry had finished speaking about what Dominic had wanted to do with him and went onto what Draco, his supposedly brand new mate, had done to him the very first morning after they had mated.

After hearing how Draco had treated sweet little Harry, Max lost control and he exploded in rage unable to stop himself as he took a huge, deep breath and then let it all out in a long and loud scream that was deep and guttural like an animal. The harsh sound echoed for miles and reverberated through the icy grounds.

Harry frowned sadly at him as he waited until he had finished screaming himself breathless. Max held little Harry so tightly as he sniffed and touched every inch of him to determine if he had any injuries. He just couldn’t help himself as he checked for injuries after hearing what had happened to him.

“That they even dare!” He hissed deeply.

“It isn’t that bad Maxie.” Harry assured him with a smile. “Draco was beaten by Blaise and Professor Snape and Blaise and Draco killed Dominic, I think they ripped his scales off of his wings and after gifting some to Professor Snape, they sold the rest to an apothecary, though I don’t know why.”

“Because that’s what the little shit would have seen done to your chicks.” Max informed and swallowed at the look in those emerald green eyes. Harry hadn’t known.

“What?” Harry whispered in horror, his breath leaving him in a pained whoosh.

“When those disgusting hoarders find a Dracken they strap them down and hack off every single wing scale, they’d steal our body scales as well if they weren’t completely smooth and flat so no tool can gouge them out. They drain the blood into buckets and cut out the heart, liver, tongue, sex organs and eyes. All are very valuable and are used in all sorts of rare and obscure potions, rituals; the scales can even be used in jewellery.” Max admitted making good on the promise that he’d made years ago, to never lie to his submissive mate.

“He wanted to do that to my babies?” Harry asked looking panicked and horrified. He made a noise like he couldn’t breathe and Max rubbed his back to get him to pick up his breathing once again.

“He would have scented them out at birth and handed the Dracken babies over to the smugglers, who would have kept the baby in a cage or a small prison cell, keeping the baby alive, but barely, then when the Dracken comes into their inheritance, they start the harvesting process.” Max told him with a sick thought to his baby brother Theodric and his Mum, who had been through so much.

Harry went very pale before he launched over the rock and leant over the side of it and vomited everything he had eaten.

Max rubbed his back firmly, feeling upset that Harry had found out this way, that the horror of what would have happened was making his body shake in anger and horror, disgust on his face that anyone could even think to hand their own child off to one of those people. Max felt exactly the same and comforted Harry even as he took comfort from the boy being there.

“Oh god, no one told me. I just thought my baby would have been killed instantly, that was excruciating enough. I thought everyone hated Drackens and would kill one on sight. This…that’s too much to bear! I can't…I can't think about it! My babies! Tortured, suffering, harvested for potions ingredients.”

Harry was sick again as tears fell down his cheeks. Harry held tightly onto him and let him sooth him. Which made Max feel a bit more accomplished and prideful, he just wished it wasn’t under such horrifying conditions. It broke his heart to see those tears on those silky cheeks.

Max nosed around Harry’s cheek and licked at the tears that fell from those stunning eyes. He kissed each closed eyelid as Harry sobbed and cried. It really did tug at his heart to see Harry so upset, he felt he had to do something to help, he had caused Harry these tears by telling him what would happen to his babies, this was his problem to rectify.

He moved his nose down Harry’s cheek until his mouth hovered over Harry’s. He lightly pressed against those petal soft, plump lips and held Harry tightly, hoping to convey safety and love.

Harry gasped in surprise and Max flicked his tongue into Harry’s mouth, ignoring the slightly sour taste that Harry’s vomiting had left. Harry clenched his hands into his hair and tugged lightly, wrapping his legs around Max’s thick waist.

Max kissed more deeply when Harry didn’t push him away, running his tongue over every inch of that delectable mouth, savouring the kiss and the feel of Harry in his arms. Under the sour taste of bile was a sweeter taste, chocolate and fudge, Harry had been eating chocolate and a hell of a lot of it by the taste of it.

They broke apart for air, Harry heaving in lungfuls and Max breathing deeply and evenly trying to calm his racing heart. He inhaled deeply, his eyes widening before he inhaled again. He pulled Harry to him and kissed him for all he was worth, mapping that mouth with his tongue, trying to push himself into Harry’s body through their joined mouths.

Harry made a small noise and it enflamed him, but it was a noise for air so Max very reluctantly broke their lips apart so they could both breathe.

“You’re releasing mating pheromones.” He panted breathlessly as he recognised the musky smell Harry was emitting. “You are looking for a mate.”

“But I haven’t had my second heat with Draco.” Harry protested thickly.

“Harry you don’t understand, your Dracken is rejecting Draco because of his treatment of you, your Dracken is sending out pheromones to attract a different mate.”

Harry’s eyes went wide. No matter how Malfoy had treated him, he didn’t want his Dracken to reject the other Dracken. Max couldn’t help himself as he swooped down for another kiss from those plush lips but this time Harry struggled and Max let him go immediately still holding Harry around the waist, but adamant that he wouldn’t force anything upon Harry, even if it was just a kiss.

“I have to get to Draco; I have to make this right Max! I know what he did to me was wrong, but it wasn’t his fault! He was under the effects of that suppressant potion; I don’t want to lose him! Not when he still has a chance to prove to me that he can be a good mate!”

Harry shimmied off of the rock and landed with slightly bended knees ready to run off to the school to find his two mates. Max caught his arm and pulled him into one last kiss, he just couldn’t get enough of Harry’s kisses, which were a bit shy, lacking technique, but so sweet and passionate it made him throb painfully in his boxers.

Max gave Harry a smile and a small shove towards the school, before he turned and trekked off towards the house on the opposite side of the lake. He was positive he had left a good impression upon Harry and felt secure enough to leave him for now.

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Max watched as Harry flew through the air on his Firebolt. He was so graceful and elegant, yet powerful and speedy, not to mention completely and utterly dangerous as he dived from a spectacular height, pulling out of the dive a fraction of a second before he plummeted into the ground, his knees skimming the blades of grass as he passed over them and the Ravenclaw Seeker wasn’t as skilled, wasn’t as lucky and she plummeted into the earth.

Harry could definitely go professional if he wanted to; he was just so amazing on a broom! He could turn on a pinpoint, dive outstandingly, twist and twirl better than the pros and he had a fierce determination to win as he pushed his body and his broom to the max to win.

The skirmish with the Keeper had him laughing, the Keeper hitting Harry with the Beater’s bat had him growling and hoping he met that boy in a corridor so he could hit him with a closed fist, to the face, with all his force behind it.

Max laughed happily as Harry replaced his experienced Keeper with a young third year. The match was turning more spectacular as Harry weaved around the players, encouraging his team and teasing the substitute Ravenclaw Seeker with dives, misdirection’s and then finally Harry saw the snitch and Max cheered him on as the ball was centimetres from his fingers and two bludgers hit Harry’s body, one shattered his elbow and the other smashed right into his knee.

Max saw the sickening pain on Harry’s face and wanted to immediately help him, but there was nothing he could do, so he settled for screaming in rage along with the Gryffindors as Harry clutched his broken arm to his chest and carried on chasing the snitch. It dived down and Harry followed, having to use his broken arm to stop himself from falling forwards and Max saw Harry go ghostly pale and dry heave on his broom as he carried on in steely determination to win. He had the crazed insanity to be a professional Quidditch player too.

Max watched as that little bitch Brodwick bumped into Harry’s injured knee and he added the little shit to his ‘beat to a pulp’ list.

Max screamed and yelled with the rest as Harry’s fingers closed around the tiny golden ball and Harry yelled happily in victory, right until the bludger smashed into his back, sending his already injured body flying forwards off of his broom and plummeting to the ground.

It all happened so quickly, one second he was jumping up and down with the rest, the next there was a collective gasp of horror as Harry hit the ground with a sickening crack.

Max went to visit Harry in the hospital wing later that day, the young boy looking so small and fragile in the starched white bed, he left his gift of Ice Mice and Peppermint Toads for Harry with a short, but sweet message and he brushed Harry’s hair back, kissed that smooth forehead and played the waiting game until Harry woke up again.

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Max was happy that he was invited to Harry’s little picnic to celebrate his recovery and release from the hospital wing, no matter that it was February. Nasta was there, Harry’s two dominants, even if Draco was still in his bad books for how he had treated Harry and then Henley, the little baby dom, joined them. Max hated how receptive to Henley Harry was, he couldn’t lose Harry to a third baby dom, he couldn’t.

He glowered at the others and growled when Nasta started playing with Harry’s hair. Delericey just gave him a look, part smug, part withering snarl. Nasta was going for Harry and there was only one mate place left. They were in competition with one another now, long-time family friends or not, Max wouldn’t lose Harry to Nasta Delericey.

Max went to sleep and counted down the days to Harry’s heat. Just after that, he’d go all out and leave Harry no choice but to choose him as a mate. He’d woo him so thoroughly that no one else’s name would be on his perfect lips.

Max once again smelt when Harry went on heat and it was almost unbearable to remain away from him. He just wanted to go and claim Harry for himself, so he locked himself up and tried to control himself, remembering what had happened to his Uncle Benedict when he had given into his instincts concerning a submissive and took her against her will. He would be executed if he forced himself on Harry, he wouldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it to the sweet, loving boy he had come to love, but it was so hard to keep himself from going to Harry, he battled with himself to remain in his room, but when Harry started calling to him, he couldn’t stop himself from tearing out of his room and running faster than he ever had before to reach Harry who was calling for all of his mates, calling, almost begging, demanding, in his call, for them to give him a baby this time around. He slammed the door to Harry’s rooms open so furiously it bounced against the wall and slammed closed again as he tore into the bedroom and took in Harry’s naked, absolutely perfect body lying on the large bed.

Indigo eyes looked at him as he approached, but didn’t stop him as he touched Harry’s sweat soaked body reverently. Silver eyes looked at him curiously, but also allowed him to remain, they saw him as another mate and he kissed and licked at Harry’s mouth and body, looking at those lust blown green eyes, the panting, the wailing, the mewling, he loved it and it tightened him until he was afraid that he would explode before he even pushed into Harry.

Harry made a small sound, whether pleasure or fear, Max couldn’t tell, but he treated it as fear, just in case.

“Hush little love.” He whispered seductively into Harry’s ear. “I felt your call and I answered, you wish for babies, I can give them to you.”

Max was happy to realise he had been right, Harry was not only a wild cat in bed, trying to climb his body, pushing himself back onto him, but he was also a screamer, a talker with a preference for the words ‘harder’, ‘more’ and ‘oh god’, a biter and a scratcher as he let go of every inhibition he had and they both did everything they could to bring the other pleasure and Max had to close his eyes as Draco and Blaise joined in and everything was heightened and he realised suddenly that he had a mate, that he was mated. That he had Harry and with that revelation, his back bowed in orgasm and he fell to the side, leaving Harry mewling and writhing as Draco moved back into him, leaving Max elated, euphoric and excited for his future life with Harry.

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A/N: Now this took some doing. A month and a half of work went into this chapter and it’s abnormally long for a Scaled Bits, so I hope you appreciate the excessive attention and length this chapter received between main chapters and other, shorter, Scaled Bits chapters. So this is the little peek back to the mate meetings, the only one I’ll be doing so don’t ask for Nasta’s POV next as Nasta wasn’t as interesting as Max, who had all his Uncles to entertain him, that shocking situation with Elder Getus banishing him from Harry’s meetings and then coming back and being included in the rejection of Draco and being pulled into Harry’s heat. So Max was a much better candidate for the SB chapter than Nasta.

Let me know what you thought of Harry’s meetings from Max’s point of view, I enjoyed it, even if it did take a lot of hard work and running back to the early chapters.

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