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Bleared Perspective (Cherry)	By : Lunarsempai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Cherry

Rating: 16 and up

Warnings: Slash, anti-trio, pro Malfoys, anti-Weasleys(sorta), Non-betaed, Creature-fic, AU, OoC

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or money making form own Harry Potter or any characters attached to that name they belong solely to their creator and publisher I just borrow them for fun.

Notes: “talking” ‘Thinking’

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The small bubble exploded with sound the rest of the Great Hall couldn’t hear. By now the other students and even some of the professors had moved closer to the bubble in order to read the lips of those within. Those who could read lips, most noteworthy Severus Snape, chocked on their morning tea at Draco’s brave words. He vaguely wondered if the day would end with him godson-less.

“Mal-” Before Harry could react to Draco’s bizarre words, two hot tempered red heads jumped out of their seats to round on him. “GET AWAY FROM HARRY YOU LITTLE DEATH EATER FAGGOT!” Screamed Ginny, as she and her brother moved in front the marked boy. Her shout was heard all over the Great Hall causing a small buzz to fill the Hall. Looks of disgust passed across many faces but they went unnoticed by the small group. Maybe it was because of the shock but no one noticed the way Draco’s eyes flashed red for a nanosecond, no one that is, except Harry and he shivered but not with fear.

“Ms. Weasley Language!” Professor McGonagall proclaimed, fixing her glasses and about to stand when Dumbledore held her back. “I am sure these children can sort this out themselves Minerva” He said softly, watching the proceedings with a trained eyes and loaded wand hand.

“Ron, Ginny I really think-” Harry started to say but was instantly cut off.

“Listen Weasley” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he glared and faced the two red heads, particularly the female of the two who made it her business to attach herself to Harry’s side. He tried to hold himself in check he really did but his mate was behind the two banes of his existence “Get out of my way or you will get hurt” Draco ground out. At least he didn’t shred them like he wanted to.

“Ha! Without your two lackeys here to help you you’re nothing Malfoy!” Ginny sneered, reaching for the Boy-wonder’s hand, which only served to anger the blond more. After the end of the war in fifth year, most of the Slytherin in Draco’s seventh year was reduced to fifty percent of its size. “Besides” She sniffed “We’re not going to let you drag Harry into your freakishness” A small gasp came from a few of the Gryffindor students, the loudest of all from Hermione. Harry just stiffened, that word forcing him to see his adopted family in a way he never wanted to before.

A lesser man would have been succumbed to anger at this point, but Draco Malfoy was of a different creed and simply ignored the two and took a seat between Harry and Hermione, raising his hand and moving Harry’s head so he would look him in the eyes. Looking back at him were shadowed eyes that made his heart melt. “Harry...” he whispered, rubbing a thumb down his cheek in order to sooth the distraught boy. Harry’s eyes flickered at the touch but he remained frozen on the bench. Behind him Hermione inquired softly about Harry’s health. The ‘Boy-who-lived’ just shook his head gently while Draco pulled him closer. He would deal with the weasel and weaselette later, right now his mate was distraught.

Harry’s mind was capsized by the overload of information. Was it really possible for a family like the Weasley’s to be so closed mined? ‘She called him a freak, does that mean I -’ Screams flew around the Great Hall as Malfoy’s head snapped back. “GINNY, WHAT THE HELL?!” Neville screamed, getting up to restrain the girl if it came to it.

The youngest Weasley was panting hard, arm outstretched, eyes in a rage. “DON’T TOUCH HIM”

“Fifty points from Gryffindor and a week’s detention with Filtch Ms. Weasley” Professor Snape’s smooth baritone rang out over the now quiet and very aware Great Hall. Her head turned stiffly towards the staff table only to snap towards the front doors along with the rest of the Great Hall as one lone Ravenclaw first year entered the Hall. She gasped and quickly scurried to her seat where her friends made a space for her to disappear in.

“Weasley I don’t hit girls but with you” Draco whispered, standing up and whipping out his wand. “I’ll make an exception.”

“Protego!”

“Tarantallegra!” Ron screamed(A spell that causes one’s legs to dance wildly)

“Mr. Weasley, you now have a month’s worth of detention with me for attacking a classmate unprovoked and have cost your house a hundred points for outlandish behaviour before classes have even begun and hexing your classmates.” Mrs. Malfoy stated, lowering her wand as she pinned the redheaded boy with a furious stare. The Gryffindor table wailed, the year hadn’t even begun yet and already they were in the red! It must be some Hogwarts record.

“WHAT!? BUT MAL-”

“Ron just shut the bloody hell up!” Finally the slumbering lion, commonly referred to as Harry Potter, awoke and he was not happy. “You and Ginny already did enough damage, if I want to talk with Malfoy that’s my choice which none of you are qualified to make!” He got up and unconsciously grabbed Draco’s hand before leaving the Great Hall making the blonde very happy but shocking many people.

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Halfway through his dramatic escape the ‘Boy Who Lived’ realised that he had brought along the Malfoy heir, who was giving him a sexy smirk. “Harry…” He started after they regained their breath and began to walk slowly towards Transfiguration Class “Are you alright?” Harry looked at Draco, he did feel a little better now that they were out of the Great Hall but why did Draco care? ‘Could be that bonding thing he was talking about earlier’

“I’m fine Malfoy, what was that in there anyway?” Harry decided to turn the conversation away from his little breakdown; he didn’t feel quite so comfortable talking about that yet, especially with Malfoy.

Draco smiled softly and the look transformed his face instantly. For a moment, Harry’s lungs stopped working. “They were hurting you Harry, I had to do something”

“Potter.”

“What?”

“It’s Potter to you Malfoy. We’re not friends” The scarred boy remarked, pulling to a stop in front of their class. A tiny voice in the back of his head told him he should listen to Hermione’s advice. He noticed that he and Malfoy were the only ones there. “Well that would be a shame if we’re only friends Potter” The blonde drawled, the flirtatious tone sending the hair on Harry’s neck standing up. “Because I would hope that we could be more than friends,”

Harry blinked as Draco leaned against the wall and smirked at him. He vaguely got the impression that he was being hunted. ‘Like a Serpent with a mouse’, Draco moved closer to the Boy Hero. “What do you think about being my bonded? I promise to make you happy each and every day” He muttered, lifting the other boy’s chin and willing him to see his sincerity.

“Listen Malfoy, just because I don’t want Ron and Ginny speaking for me” Harry started, moving away from the taller boy, squashing the desire to be closer to him down. “Doesn’t mean I want to be this bonded thing”

Draco stood up at his full height, his face a mask of seriousness “It’s not a thing Harry, being bond mates is a very serious thing” He stated “I’m not asking you to say yes, just to consider me as an option for a bonded” He said, reaching out to Harry only to have him pull away.

“That’s another thing Malfoy, I’m not gay” Harry happily ignored, the sadness that filled him when he pulled away from the blond. He moved closer towards the door as he spotted McGonagall heading towards them. “And I’ll never bond with you” He whispered, just as McGonagall slipped into their sound range and opened the class door for the first class of the new school year.

Harry followed his head of house inside, trying to figure out where these odd mood swings were coming from, unaware of the youngest Malfoy’s slowly sinking heart but very determined mind.

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It had been one week since the Great Hall Incident and Gryffindor was pressed for house points. It was the first time since the Wizarding World’s Hero had entered the school that Gryffindor was trailing behind in house points; as a result they were refusing to talk with the two who were responsible for their current position. Ginny and Ron were upset with their entire house and were giving the silent treatment to everyone, including Hermione. Ginny’s nails, which were her second pride and joy had become nothing but dirty stumps on the end of her now pain racked hands while her brother was beginning to develop arthritis in his wrist while his tongue slowly became a slab of useless meat in his mouth.

For Harry it was hard seeing his adoptive family in such pain and the silent treatment he was receiving was not making him feel any better. He still stood by his words of not wanting anyone to assume anything on his behalf besides; he still had to work out the memories Ginny invoked when she called Draco Freakish. His sympathy and confusion were quickly washed away as the work began to pile up, not to mention a certain blonde Slytherin who seemed to have taken a liking to following him and reminding him of his proposition. If that were not enough, the elder Malfoys were also staring at him. He was so happy to wake up on Saturday and know that he didn’t have to get down for breakfast at eight.

He rolled out of bed, reached for his wand and casted a tempus. It was already close to noon. The messy headed youth got up and groomed himself before heading down to the Hall for lunch. Hermione’s words still echoed in his head. He frowned; Malfoy was a prat why should he have to be nice to him. As soon as he set foot outside the Fat Lady’s portrait he knew something was off. “Good morning Harry” A silky smooth voice whispered from behind him. His heart jumped into his throat and he screamed, “Stupfey!” Draco hit the ground quickly, he was getting a little to use to being hexed lately. “Malfoy get lost I already told you I do not want to bond with you!” He shook slightly without knowing why as he moved off towards the Hall.

“Harry just think about it, at least allow me to court you and then you can decide whether or not you really want me leave.” Malfoy pleaded, following after the boy. Damn he was tired and running after Harry was sapping the little strength he did have. ‘It shouldn’t be this fast’

“Malfoy, my house is divided, Ron and Ginny aren’t speaking to me and everywhere I go people keep fucking whistling! Just go away!” They were close to the first floor now and Draco could feel the blood slowly fill his head at the quick descent. “Harry you don’t even know me at least try-”

“NO! I DON’T WANNA TRY ANYTHING DAMN IT MALFOY. SINCE YOU STARTED THIS ENTIRE CRAP I HAVEN’T HAD ANY PEACE!” Harry screamed, unaware of the small whimper he yanked out of the Malfoy heir. “BECAUSE OF YOU MY HOUSE LOST A HUNDRED AND FIFTY POINTS ON THE FIRST DAY! THE FIRST DAY! NOT TO MENTION THAT MY FRIENDS NO LONGER WANT TO BE AROUND ME SINCE YOU TOOK TO STALKING ME. GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD I. DON’T. WANT. TO. FUCKING. BOND. WITH. YOU!” Harry then made his way to the Great Hall where its occupants were trying hard to not look like they were ease dropping. Draco fell against the wall grasping at his chest. His vision swam and his breath came out in harsh pants with a whimper he fell over.

Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, a furious scowl on his face while his eyes were stormy with rage. Soon Ron looked in his direction, stopping his inhalation of food to speak to his former friend.

“So you finally got rid of the Ferret” Ron said, tripping over his words a bit.

Harry nodded, his anger ebbing away now that his best friend was talking to him again. “Good” The Weasely gave his friend a smile and for once since that week started he was happy but in the life of Harry Potter things rarely stayed quiet for long. It took only five minutes for a Ravenclaw third year to run into the Hall, his breath coming out jagged, cheeks red while the rest of face was pale, screaming, “Malfoy’s dead!”

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Draco opened his eyes to a high vaulted stone ceiling. He slowly rose up from his bed, eyes burning from the influx of light in the room. He placed a hand over his chest and moved to swing his legs over the side of the bed before a voice cut him off. “Don’t move” If he had been a weaker man he would have shrieked and ran off but instead he just took a breath. “Father what are you doing here?”

The older blonde, folded up his newspaper and gave his son his full attention. “It is customary for a parent to come visit their child whenever they have a heart attack.” He glared at the boy but those who knew him would be able to see the softness hiding in the corners of his eyes. “You said you could handle this Draconis.” He said, turning the conversation in a new direction. Draco knew by the use of his full name that his father was disappointed in him. “I can father it’s just- He hates me, he hates me so much it hurts.”

“Draco”

Both men looked towards the door as the sound of high heels clicking against a stone floor drew closer. Before he knew it, he was enveloped in warm hug as his mother’s scent washed over him. “Mother, it’s ok, I’m ok”

She sighed, letting go of her baby and taking a seat at his side. “Draco, you had me so worried this morning, when that third year rushed in screaming that you were dead my heart almost stopped.” She carried a sad smile on her face as she remembered the way her husband took quick charge of the situation. “Please my son, allow us to help you?” Her heart sank as he shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t trust you and father, it’s just that you both use highly unorthodox methods.” He said; trying not to laugh at the last time they tried to him. His mother frowned and his father chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Narcissa’s waist and kissed her forehead to smooth out the forming wrinkles.

“But Draco there is no shame in asking for help” His mother said smoothly, kissing his forehead and making him wiggle under her attention. “But Father did not get any help courting you and I wish to have the same favour extended towards me”

His parents exchanged looks. Like other parents they were worried about their child and his condition just made it worse. Finally Lucius spoke “Draco, do realise that your body was what the muggles call ‘Clinically Dead’?” The boy frowned, that… wasn’t good. “Father why is it happening so fast I thought I would at least have a month. Lucius

“It must have something to do with being in such close range of Harry sweetie, a bond must of already been established and-”

“HARRY YOU SAID-”

“I KNOW WHAT I SAID RON! BUT IT’S MY FAULT MALFOY’S IN THE HOSPITAL WING!”

“But Harry, he’s just some spoil Death Eater wannabe! He’s probably faking it so you would visit him!”

The Malfoy family narrowed their collective eyes, if it was one family they did not like it was the Weasley family but unlike what most people think it was not a finical issue in the least. “Typical Gryffindors.” Lucius muttered under his breath, mentally rolling his eyes. “Well son I see you have some visitors we will be outside waiting in case they become a nuisance” His father stated, offering his mother his hand and pulling her to her feet before heading out, ignoring the new arrivals and the less than pleasant mutters.

Hermione on the other hand could not ignore her friends’ mutterings. “Ronald! Ginerva! Apologize right now! Can’t you see their only child just had a heart attack?”

“Miss. Granger, we thank you for your concern but the comments of children hold no standing with us.” Mrs. Malfoy said, her face a mask of coolness. “But Mrs- I mean Professor Malfoy it’s rather rude and I know that they were raised much better than this!” The frizzy headed girl countered, landing her boyfriend and his sister a sideways glare. “If it’s all the same to you Ms. Granger we do not care” Replied the Malfoy patriarch before waltzing his wife outside.

Harry moved to the bed where the blond sat, Madam Pomfrey had just busted into the room upon hearing the noise and having her charm go off, altering her to Draco’s conscience state. She cast a few diagnostic spells and frowned when she realised one of her spells had been removed.

“Listen up all of you, Mr. Malfoy is not in the state for visitors so I suggest-”

“Actually,” Draco began “I have to speak with Harry” The four Gryffndors looked at the Slytherin. Hermione cast knowing glances between Harry and Draco before wishing Harry luck and leaving.

“Fine we’ll go. C’mon Gin” Ron muttered, following his girlfriend out of the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey continued to stare at the blond before saying in crisp clear voice. “Have it your way Mr. Malfoy but under no circumstances are you to push yourself.” The mediwitch then left to fill a few more forms.

With no one in the room the two remained in silence. Draco spoke first. “Were you worried about me Harry?” His voice was soft. Not something Harry was use to attributing to the blond. “You sure think highly of yourself Malfoy” Harry answered determined not to look the other in the eye. “No, you just have a saving people thing”

Harry bristled, he did not have a “Saving People” thing. “Shut it Malfoy” Harry’s cheeks dusted red and Draco laughed with a fleeting thought of ‘So cute’ running through his head. “Does your being here mean you accepted my proposal?”

“Malfoy-”

“Just here me out Harry, I cannot help what I feel or do” He said, reaching for Harry’s Hand and kissing it much like a prince would a princess ‘Except I’m no princess’ Harry thought. “Is that why you had a heart attack Malfoy? Because I rejected you?”

“Yes and No. You were a part of it true but it’s the bond we have reacting-”

“What bond? You better tell me or-”

At that point Draco began coughing, he held one hand to his chest and the other to his mouth. His parents rushed into the room in a flurry of robes and so did Madam Pomfrey who suggested that the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ leave.

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Monday came around too fast for the ‘Boy Hero’. After what happened Saturday, with his outburst, the patching up and destruction of his relationship with Ron, The confrontation with the Malfoys and Draco’s check-in to the Hospital wing; He couldn’t help but play with his porridge, Ron wasn’t speaking with him, Hermione was currently working on him, and Ginny decided that it would be prudent to make her move on Harry.

“Harry what’s- Oh gods they let HIM out” Harry turned to the front of the Great Hall, eyes widening when he saw Draco Malfoy. It seems the days in the Hopital wing were not kind to him. His cheeks were sunken and his skin was an unhealthy pale colour. His hair was wild and seemed to curl at the base but it was his eyes and posture that seemed to take the hardest hits. He stood like a man just released from Azkaban and seemed to drag his feet as if heavy chains weighed them down but it was his eyes that held the biggest change. Those Grey eyes that were normally filled with some form of emotion; be it anger, surprise or mischief, were now nothing but lifeless sludge pools in the once handsome face.

The Hogwarts rumour mill began to churn as speculation, fantasy and even a grain of truth flew between mouthfuls of pumpkin juice and porridge. Harry couldn’t believe this was what his former rival was reduced to. The only constant in his life was morphing into something strange and it unsettle him; badly. For some reason Harry felt strangely responsible for Malfoy jr.’s current state. Beside him, Ginny snorted, “A few nights without his designer pillows and he’s a wreck, pathetic.” Red hot fury flashed before Harry’s vision for just an instant before disappearing. “Damnit Ginny don’t be such a bitch, he almost died a few days ago” Interjected MacDonald, she was a third year student with a strong patent for charms. “Why are you defending him? He’s done nothing but torment the entire school since he’s set foot in it. If you ask me he had it coming”

The Boy Who Lived blinked. Where was all this hatred coming from? He tried to match up the image of Ginny now to the image of her five years ago and found that he couldn’t .How could she- SNAP!! The sound resonated throughout the Great Hall, on its heels the most tortured sound anyone had ever heard come from a living thing. The Slytherins moved around their leader, for it was him the sound was coming from. Each little snake was worried about their leader but made way for their Head of House and the boy’s parents. Like a well oiled machine Malfoy Sr. waved his wand and a stretched formed of magic appeared below the injured boy.

“C’mon! We have to see if Draco’s alright Ron” Hermione screamed, trying to pull the boy from his seat. He shrugged her off. “Well I don’t want to see that git’s face alright!”

“He’s Head Boy! All prefects and Head girl should be at his side!”

“C’mon Mione Let’s leave Ron to his bigotry and see if Draco’s ok” The Head girl nodded as she dragged her friend through the crowd to get towards her comrade but before that she cast a boiling hex on her boyfriend, maybe that’ll teach him.

The two Gryffindors made their way to the Slytherin table in a hurry. On the way they were blocked by the various Slytherin students who did not approve of Draco’s hunting of the Gryffindor. Many of them believed that ‘Saint Potter’ and his cronies were going to hex the blond sooner or later. Before they could get farther were blocked by Harper and the Greengrass sisters who sneered at them and pushed them back. “Come to see your handiwork Potter” Harper sneered, Harry was about to argue but Hermione strode forward and flashed her Head Girl Badge. “Typical Gryffindor” Graham said, “Thinking they could get anywhere they feel like it”

“Step aside Graham” Harry said, drawing his wand. Graham drew his “With pleasure” Before any spells could be cast Harry noticed a flash of Platinum blond hair leaving the Hall. Judging from how high it was he deemed it to be Lucius Malfoy and turned quickly to leave. As he left Hermione fell into him and sent them both flying to the ground. The Slytherins laughed as they picked themselves up and followed the sixth and seventh year Slytherins to the infirmary.

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Two days; it had been two days since Draco Malfoy was re-admitted into the Hospital wing. It brought out a new side of the Dark house that the rest of the school hadn’t seen. They banned close together and no one; especially known Gryffindors, got close to the Hospital Wing without receiving a hex or curse from one of the four Slytherins on guards always there. It became a common sight to see Slytherins mulling around the Hospital Wing after the news that Draco broke both his legs got out. During this time Draco and Severus were experiencing similar feelings of pride. Their little snakes showing such house unity without one of their illustrious leaders to guide them into it not only earned them a few more house points, putting them in the lead, but also earned them the grudging respect of their peers.

On the morning of the third day Draco was deemed fit to leave his sterile prison and was allowed to attend classes but could not over exert himself as a result he was doing more of the theory work to make up for his inability to practice. He made his way towards Defence Against the Dark Arts class which was the first for the day. It hurt him so much to see the defeated look in his Father’s eyes along with the worry that filled his mother’s. His parents were always strong people and to see them such so much emotion outside of their home made him feel as bad as he did the dead he clinically died. At the sound of footsteps he looked up, a small smile melting away the lingering pain in his legs as his messy headed love walked towards him. Well their class but who was keeping track?

“Malfoy,” Harry, said, coming up to the blond “I see you’re ok” Malfoy smiled at him and nodded “Yea, I’m ok at the moment. I could be better though” Draco ran his eyes up and down Harry’s body in an obvious manner. To his credit Harry reigned in his blush. “Not this again Malfoy. The Slytherins are hexing me in class now because they think I hexed you”

“I know, aren’t they cute – I mean- I’m very proud of them” Harry stared at Draco while the Malfoy heir spluttered. “Oh shut it Potter” Harry laughed “But I didn’t say anything” Draco, glared at him and flicked his ear “Ow what was that for?” Draco whistled innocently, Harry frowned and flicked the other boy back. “Oi!” Harry laughed at Draco’s slightly annoyed expression as he rubbed his ear. The Slytherin looked up, “See how happy I make you” He whispered “We can be so happy together”

At Draco’s words, Harry felt his laughter subside. “Malfoy come on” He whined. Draco found it cute how he unconsciously pouted.

“Then please promise me you will consider it” He said, tucking Harry’s hair out of his face or at least trying to, the other boy moved away before he could. “Sorry Malfoy, just this... thing we had here increases my Walking Target Ratio.” Harry said before heading into the classroom behind his other classmates.

Class was in full swing and Professor Malfoy had the entire class group casting random spells, hexes and curses. Harry was panting, trying to pull forward the energy to cast the next spell, what was it again? “Mr. Potter, pay attention!” He muttered off a sorry before casting the next spell, eyes drifting to the Malfoy heir watching him move gracefully and quickly to the beat of their Professor’s drum. Besides him, Ron was muttering a little too loudly for Zabini’s taste because the boy just cast a tripping jinx on the ignorant red head.

“Oi! What th’ hell Zabini?!” Screamed the outraged Prefect, turning his wand on the other boy “You had that coming Weasely” Was the other boy’s only reply.

“Ten points from Slytherin” It was one of the things Harry liked about Professor Malfoy, she was fair “Now the two of you get ba-”

“Professor there’s something wrong with Draco, he looks like he can’t breathe!” Su Li said, waving her hand in the air to get the Professor’s attention.

Narcissa moved to her son’s side, moving her wand to her left hand while casting wandless diagnostic spells on him. The class looked on in shock at the display. Not many people had the power to do wandless magic. He soon took in with a cough fit that ended with him coughing up blood. Narcissa tried to cast some more spells but they were repelled back at her. “Lucius.” She whispered, dread growing in her as her son began to seize. “LUCIUS!!!!” The students in the class moved aside, most wondering why she was calling for her husband. It was only when he showed up ten seconds later and rushed to her side they found out why. He got down on one knee and held his hands out over the now bloody boy. Draco whimpered then stilled; His breaths coming out in wheezes. Lucius put his hand on his son’s chest and muttered a few words. Draco whined, head falling back as a soft white light surrounded him. He groaned, eyes struggling to remain open. Finally he calmed down his breathing heavy and loud in the silent class.

The Malfoy Head of House got up and turned towards the Wizarding World’s Saviour. “Well Mr. Potter it seems that you have managed to bring my son to death’s door” The entire class gasped at the bold proclamation. Harry flushed in anger, exclaiming madly “I didn’t do anything!” The Malfoy head continued as if the young man had not spoken. “However it also his fault he is in such a condition” The older blonde bent down, running his hand through his son’s hair; he pursed his lips lightly as a few of the silvery strands fell out.

“Professor! Your son is hurt he should be in the infirmary” Hermione stated, appalled that they were still in the Defence classroom while one of her classmates died in front of her face. The two healthy Malfoys looked at each other before Lucius stated “My family and I are magical beings and in our species once the pursuit of a mate begins the courter can die if they have been denied their chosen mate”

The only bigger upset that could happen is if it came out that the Malfoys were Dumbledore’s siblings. A train of gasps and mummers filled the class but they were drowned out in Harry’s messy head. ‘All this time… I’ve been killing him, and he didn’t say a word’ His emerald green eyes widened and tears began pooling in his eyes yet he didn’t know why.

“Draco, your hair is falling out” Lucius muttered, knowing that his vain son would still fret over it. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for his son’s imminent demise; he should have been a better man, a better father.

“Noo… not my… hair” Came a weakened gargled reply. Finally Narcissa spoke “The only thing that can save him now is a mating between you two.”

“It also very binding and can only be undone by death” Lucius said, checking his son every now and again and healing his internal organs.

“Isn’t there some other way” They were out there before Harry could pull them back.

“Bastard!”

“Bloddy wanker!!”

“Silence!!” Both Malfoys roared, forcing the comments from becoming louder. “And to answer your question yes there is” They turned to their slowly dying son, his whimpers of pain breaking their hearts. “What is it? Does it involve blood?” Lucius’ upper lip curled a little and thought, ‘Are you trying to kill my son?’

“No it does not involve blood. All you have to do is accept a courtship proposal from him, sincerely. Otherwise he will most certainly die.”

Potter moved to kneel on the other side of the dying boy. He swallowed nervously, thinking of all the things he knew about the boy below him. He remembered his smile and haunted eyes; he also remembered how he picked on Ginny and Ron mercilessly. “Go on Draco” He heard Professor Malfoy say. “Ask him”

Draco moved his hand weakly and without thinking Harry grabbed it. “Harry Potter” He whispered, eyes closing as he took a deep breath; before going into a coughing fit. When he calmed he continued but his voice was so soft the brunette had to lean in to hear. “Will you allow me the chance to court you?”

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End notes: Phew! Done, a little longer than expected but sometimes these things run away from you. Thank you to all those who reviewed and gave me faith to continue this I hope you continue to read and review. Sorry this chapter is so late, please enjoy your day.

End Note2: MacDonald is a cannon character that was sorted into Hogwarts in 1994 I hold no claims to her. She belongs to JKR, Bloomsbury publishers and other associated publishers. Graham also does not belong to me and neither does Harper. They are both 3^rd and 4^th years respectively. Su Li is a Ravenclaw in Harry’s year and does not belong to me. Oh and before I forget, Draco realized that he wanted Harry during his fifth year and as a result he had a year to get use to think of Harry as his mate.
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