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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 and Luna were waiting for the Floo-call from Tom saying he was home and had banished Mulciber for the evening.

Harry had no idea where he went when the cleansing needed doing, all he knew was that he was back the next day. Apparently, no one wanted him around for very long.

And Tom was about ready to insist he find alternative living arrangements.

Harry had been overjoyed when he had said that earlier that morning.

“I can move in then!” He had said, earning a stern, “No.” From Severus.

Remus had smiled and said, “We would prefer it if you didn’t.”

And Harry had sighed and continued eating his breakfast.

The Floo flared and Tom’s irritated face appeared. “The house is clear. Come on through. Harry, I will need your mouth again.”

Harry face flamed as Severus looked up from the chair he was reading in. “In front of Miss Lovegood?” He asked in disapproval.

Harry chuckled nervously. “He means he needs me to kiss an injury better. Submissive Drackens can heal that way, if it’s a family member.”

Severus’ frown disappeared. “Ah, yes. I remember reading that. Don’t be too long.”

Luna smiled. “Don’t hold dinner for us, we can eat after the cleansing.” She told him, then went through.

Harry followed her.

Tom was already removing his robe. “Damn MacNair.” He revealed a nasty-looking wound that had scabbed over, but was still red and angry-looking.

Harry rushed over and sighed. “Did you take him in?” He asked, before trailing his lips and fingertips over the wound, healing it slowly.

Luna hummed. “They aren’t usually so disobedient, are they?” She asked.

Tom shook his head. “Not in the past, but under their new circumstances, well... I was always aware I had a few bad apples.” He said in resignation. “I just hoped they could change. Bella did, which was the most surprising.”

Harry finished healing him and gave him a questioning look.

“Yes, he went to Azkaban.” Tom said sharply. “Like I would let those cretins get away with damaging me.”

“If any of them do get away, let me know. I have ways of rooting them out now.” Harry growled, scales breaking out on his face.

“Good. Finish the change. Then we’ll go upstairs.” Luna grinned. “And get naked.” She added.

Harry flushed. “Oh. I have to be naked, too?” He asked.

“Yes. Just this once, since I need to cleanse the bond as well. Clothing interferes with me seeing your magical cores, and that makes it more difficult to tell if I truly got everything or not.” Luna told him.

Harry sighed, but transformed into his Dracken form and Luna eyed his horns.

“Not yet.” She murmured, then pouted. “Pity.”

“You know what’s going to happen?” Harry asked. “Is it good? Can you tell me?”

Luna smiled. “I know what, just not when. And yes, it is good. Don’t worry about it. It won’t hurt you.”

“Can you tell me what’s going to happen?” Harry asked eagerly.

“I can, but I’m not going to. I’m not supposed to. Having the ability does not give me the right.” She added.

Harry huffed and they went up to Tom’s bedroom. “Do you have to keep taking down the Wards for her?” Harry asked.

Tom huffed. “I keyed her into them after the first time. When I was informed this would be a twice-a-year thing. I assume she will never mean us harm, and if she ever does, I doubt we will survive no matter what. She...” He eyed her, then continued in Parseltongue, //She scares me.//

Harry snorted. “Yeah, same here.”

“If you two are done talking about me like I’m not here, I’d like to see some skin, please.” She spoke up, closing the door behind herself. “I’m not going to ogle you, this is purely clinical, so let’s not be shy.” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited.

Tom got undressed and laid on the bed, Harry slowly peeling off his clothes and joining him, concentrating on Sirius naked to keep his body from reacting to his mate.

Tom was probably doing the same, he assumed. Until Tom’s hand found its way to his prick.

“Stop it!” He batted it away, flushing.

Tom sighed, and turned his eyes toward the ceiling. “Sorry. Reflex.” He said.

Luna coughed. “Alright, close your eyes and try not to scream if it hurts. I never mean it to, even if it does.” She said, laying a hand on each of their chests and feeding cleansing magic through them.

Harry prepared for the feeling of another person tampering with the bond, but all he could feel along it was a strange resonance that actually seemed to be strengthening it. And then Tom grunted in pain.

“Hold his hand, Harry. And don’t let go.” Luna instructed.

Harry grabbed his hand and Tom moaned in pain.

“Well, then don’t use cruciatus to bring down prisoners, silly!” Luna said in a chiding tone. “You’re lucky your partners can never keep up, but one day one will catch you and you’ll be in trouble.” She warned.

“Fuck you.” Tom spat.

“No, that’s Blaise’s job, and I’m sure he’ll do it better than you could. Harry would stop you halfway through by killing you, I bet, and then he’d have to die. And I like him. So let’s not, okay?” Luna asked sweetly.

Harry almost laughed, but then he found out that he, too, had used an awful lot of Dark Arts as a burning pain spread through his body.

“Sorry.” Luna said, then pushed more energy into him, and Harry screamed. “Yep, you needed this, too. Be more careful, both of you!” She told them.

Tom’s hand tightened on his, and Harry felt the burning pain ease.

“There. Almost done.” Luna sent one last pulse of warmth through them and pulled her hands away. “Alright, that should do it!”

Harry groaned, opening his eyes. “Ow.”

“Usually, yes.” Tom agreed.

Harry sat up. “Can I get dressed now?” He asked Luna.

Luna nodded. “Yes, please do. The view is nice, but I know it’s not for me.” She told him.

Harry pulled his clothes on.

“How does the bond feel now? Better?” She checked as Tom began dressing, too.

Harry nodded. “Stronger. And yes, a little more... Cheerful? When before if I had to associate an emotion with it I would have picked manic.”

“Nothing wrong with that on occasion, but in the long run, happiness is better than mania. It won’t wear you out after a while.” Luna said.

Tom sighed and brushed off his clothes. “That is always a unique experience.” He muttered.

Luna beamed. “Yes. And you’re welcome.”

Tom just shook his head. “Staying for dinner?” He asked.

“Yes.” Luna said.

“Of course you are; why would you not?” Tom added, then led the way out of his room.

Harry followed, his Dracken traits disappearing as he did so.

Luna made a soft sound of disappointment behind him as the wings disappeared, and Harry let his tail flick at her before he put that away, too. She giggled at that.

“I think lasagne for tonight? With a nice dry... Wait, Severus would be upset. Cider?” He amended.

Harry made a face. “You know I don’t like dry wines, anyway.”

“I have a lovely red I have been meaning to open.” Tom told him. “But that will be for when you spend the night.” He added. “I will make you enjoy something other than dessert wines.”

“You can try.” Harry muttered.

Luna laughed. “Lasagne and cider sounds wonderful.” She said.

Tom called his elf and told her to make lasagne and some garlic bread, then sat down at the head of the table.

Harry took his right, while Luna sat on his left.

“School is going to be so fun this year!” She said happily.

Harry made a face. “Yay, more Pureblood etiquette.” He said tonelessly.

“Oh, it's not so bad!” Luna said.

“You didn’t have it last year; how would you know?!” Harry snapped at her.

Luna just smiled. “Blaise didn't complain much.”

“Blaise already knew most of it! I have to learn everything from scratch! Everything! It’s a lot of bloody memorization!”

Luna smiled. “If your mother had been raised by her true parents, you would already know it all. Be happy you are a member of the Sacred 28.” She advised.

Harry sighed. “I am, but it’s so much work.”

“You are old enough to claim your Wizengamot seats. You could leave for weekend sessions.” Luna pointed out. “That might be fun.”

Harry grimaced. “Sounds like more work to me. I’d rather stay home and get buggered.” Harry said as their dinner came out.

Luna bit the inside of her cheek and hid her smile. “I’m sure you would, but it might make you a little sore to do that all the time.” She told him.

Harry sighed. “How can you talk about sex without blushing? Is there something I should know?” He asked.

Luna smiled. “I don’t know, Harry. How much do you think I should tell you about my sex life?”

“If it exists.” Harry growled.

“Of course it does, silly. I’m a seer, not a prude.”

Harry stood up. “I’ll kill him!”

Luna glared at him. “Don’t you dare! We haven’t done anything except over-the-clothes groping so far, don’t get so worked up! I know you see me as a little sister, but I don’t need a knight in shining armour! I can take care of myself and I call the shots. You don’t need to worry about Blaise.”

Harry sat down and breathed heavily for a few moments, feeling the scales along his cheeks as they slowly faded back away. “You’ll tell me if that changes?”

“In an instant, Harry. You know you’re my best girlfriend.” Luna answered cheekily.

Harry ate a bite of his lasagne. “I was being serious, Luna!” He said in exasperation.

Luna nodded, finished chewing and replied, “And so was I.” She smiled at him. “Until I had you and the Hopefuls, I really had no one except Daddy. And I’m closest with you. Besides, gay boys can be girlfriends just as easily as girls can.”

Harry flushed as Tom laughed. He shot him a glare and growled at him warningly.

Tom shut up immediately and became absolutely fascinated with his food.

“Really, though, you are the first person I will tell, Harry. I promise.” Luna looked at him sternly. “But you have to promise not to fly off the handle and kill Blaise when he takes my virginity. Because it’s going to be him.” She added.

Harry sighed. “Fine.” He muttered. “But if he ever talks about it to any of his friends—”

“I’m going to give him blanket permission to gossip to you. Because I can trust it will not go further, and guys do need someone to talk to. So if he gossips to you, rein yourself in.” Luna said, then smiled. “Especially if he wants to tell you details. Control yourself.”

Harry groaned. “Next year is going to be so awkward.”

Luna smiled and nodded. “It will be a test of your willpower.” She confirmed. “But I trust you.”

Tom looked up. “Are you so sure you want to place that much trust in a new Dracken?” Tom asked her.

Luna turned her eyes to him and smiled. “Oh, you’re being serious!” She nodded. “He’s been good so far, not beating you in public. For a submissive Dracken, allowing you to slip more than once without severe punishment is quite the achievement. Don’t underestimate my little Harry.” She said, patting Tom’s hand.

Tom shot Harry a glare.

“Hey, I’m not the one patronizing you!” Harry defended himself.

Tom gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and Harry could almost see the vein throbbing on his forehead. He knew he was still being blamed for this.

“Let’s just eat and then go our separate ways. Tom, you will get Harry back tomorrow night. Tonight he is mine. Don’t you dare interrupt our sleepover!” She said sternly.

Tom sighed. “Fine. Have fun.”

Harry let out a sigh of his own.

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