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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169733 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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This chapter is if course the promised missing scene from chapter 56 – Bitterness, that stays with Nasta, Max and Draco in the kitchen and doesn’t leave with Blaise and Harry to the bedroom.

Rant, Rave, Rage and Regret

Nasta watched Blaise leave the kitchen and turned angrily to Max, who was watching Blaise’s back guiltily.

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” He demanded angrily of the taller man.

Max bit his lip, still looking out the door through which Harry and Blaise had vanished.

“Do you?!” Nasta prompted harshly.

“I think I have an idea.” Max said softly.

“He is not going to trust you Max.” Draco cut in angrily.

“It’s more than that!” Nasta snapped. He rarely got angry, but when he did…

“I’m sorry.” Max whispered.

“I think I’m the wrong person to be saying that to, don’t you?! You’ve used something against him that those beasts did when he was a child! Don’t you understand that?!”

Max snapped his head up to look into his angry brown eyes and he flinched from them as something clicked in his brain, something that had been trying to click when he had first had the idea of making the chili too hot for Harry to eat. His relatives had starved and tortured Harry with food when he had been just a child and now he had done the same thing. How could he have forgotten that? Harry was going to hate him.

“What have I done?” He breathed in horror.

“Oh, now he gets it!” Nasta spat spitefully. “You couldn’t have thought of this before you had the great idea of playing with Harry’s food? Couldn’t you have remembered Harry had been starved as a child and regularly teased with food he would have done absolutely anything for as his starved body cried out for any morsel of food, before you made his dinner inedible?!”

“I’m sorry.” Max repeated feeling tears well up in his eyes. Harry would hate him.

“Get on your knees!” Nasta demanded and Max was helpless to resist as the weight of the dominance bond took over him and he found himself on his knees in front of a standing Nasta, his head bowed as twin drops splashed onto the kitchen floor from his eyes.

Nasta circled him like a shark and Max flinched every time he touched him, half expecting a beating. He’d deserve it.

Nasta went to his knees behind him and yanked his hair harshly away from the back of his neck and before he even had a chance to gasp or pull away, four sharp fangs had bitten deeply into the back of his neck, two on either side of his spine. Nasta bit so deeply Max felt his other teeth start to bite into his skin and he took the punishment without complaint, biting his tongue to keep from screaming at the pain, he didn’t make a sound, even when Nasta clenched his jaws around the mouthful of flesh he had bitten into, he’d deserve it and much more if Nasta decided to rip out that chunk of flesh. Nasta’s jaws clenched again, before suddenly, roughly, letting go of him and he knew the fang holes would not be perfect circles anymore, but ripped and misshapen.

Nasta twisted him around violently and he looked half crazed, blood smeared around his mouth, panting and heaving as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air and those dark brown eyes spitting fire at him, he had never been afraid of Nasta until that moment and he understood that this was a man who would kill him if it would keep Harry safe, even if it killed himself as well to do it, he would still do it, because Harry came first. Harry would always come first as their submissive and Nasta would not tolerate anyone hurting Harry that much was clear to him now.

Nasta dug claws painfully into his shoulders, going through his tee-shirt and into his skin so very easily.

“You fix this Max! You fix this or I will and you will not like it if I have to step in and fix your mess!” Nasta snarled at him, his bloodied face not an inch from his own.

“None of us will let you get away with this.” Draco said calmly from the table.

Max had almost forgotten he was here, but seeing him sitting so calmly at the table, just watching and not doing anything, that frightened him just as much as Nasta’s behaviour. None of them would let him hurt Harry and a part of him was grateful to them for that, he didn’t want to hurt Harry and what he had done today was inexcusable.

“I’m going to fix it.” He said firmly. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go so far.”

Nasta bent forward and kissed him then, harshly, with a hint of those fangs nipping at his lips.

“You had better fix it.” He whispered dangerously between them before he stood up and left the kitchen.

“Do you want to have a go at punishing me?” He asked Draco, who was watching him still.

“No. I don’t like getting my hands dirty when there are others around to do it for me.” Draco said and that clear disinterest in him hurt more than any punishment Draco could have given to him.

“I…I’ll make up the bottles, the babies will be waking up for a feed soon.” He said, more to fill the silence than anything and he stood up, the back of his neck wet with cooling blood, but he didn’t dare wipe it away.

He made up the bottles in silence, well aware of Draco’s eyes on him, glaring through him, making him wish for a place to hide.

He was grateful to get out of the kitchen as he carried the bottles into the hallway; he met Blaise at the bottom stair.

“I’ll take those.” He said coldly.

“Harry…I…I wanted to apologise to him, to you both.”

“Harry’s not interested at the moment. He wants to be angry Max. Let him be angry and then you can apologise and make it up to him, until then…stay away.” Blaise hissed and headed back up the stairs with the bottles.

Max felt like he’d been punched.

“I don’t know what you expected.” Nasta said from the doorway to the living room.

Max hung his head and he heard Nasta sigh, before he was pulled back into the kitchen and sat down.

“What happened?” Draco asked interestedly, obviously hoping to hear about how Harry had tried to claw out his eyes.

“Blaise snubbed him on the stairs.” Nasta said and Draco chuckled.

Max felt lower than low.

“Blaise is very protective of Harry; we can’t forget he was Harry’s first.” Draco put in mildly. “He had Harry before any of us; he’ll be the first in line to kill whoever hurts Harry, after making sure Harry’s alright first, of course. You can look out when he’s done calming and soothing Harry, he’ll want your head.”

“Okay I get it, I messed up.”

“Do you?” Draco growled then, glaring at him. “Do you really get what you’ve done? How you have almost torn our family apart? After everything, all of us have given and put into this relationship, do you honestly get what you have potentially done to it?!”

“Yes and I’m going to fix it.” Max promised.

“Good.” Draco hissed.

A baby crying, tinny and staticky over the baby monitor sounded, it was soft and quiet, most definitely Leolin.

“Oh my little Leo, don’t cry baby, Mummy has you.” Harry’s voice cooed softly through the baby monitor and Max’s heart skipped a beat. He could have already lost the wonderful person that Harry was. What if Harry never forgave him?

He swallowed, he had to make it right and he’d start by apologising from the very bottom of his heart and soul and then grovelling. He couldn’t lose Harry, the very thought filled him with panic and fear. Draco and Nasta were ignoring him now, Blaise was angry and Harry, how did Harry feel about him now? He couldn’t live without them; he needed to gain their trust back, not just Harry’s. He wanted, needed, all of their love, he loved them all, how could he have done something like this?

Harry’s scream came through the baby monitor, high and lingering, Draco upturned the chair in his haste to leave the kitchen, Nasta bolted after him and Max accidentally put his hand and arm through the table top as he hefted himself to his feet and followed just behind them. Harry needed them, but little did he know exactly how Harry would need them that night.

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A/N: The rest is written history! As we well know from chapter 56. So Nasta went psycho dominant and Draco reverted to Malfoy head games. Blaise was just angry and Harry thoroughly enjoyed his night and all was forgiven in the morning, though the lost trust will be gained back over time.

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