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Everything Has Changed	By : arritaise Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Everything Has Changed
- 2-Chapter 2
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Ron stumbled as he tried to climb down the stairs of the stage, tried being the operative word as the full grown vela hanging like a limpet from his neck hampered his movement somewhat. He tried physically removing him, but quickly gave up when the arms tightened to the point of asphyxiation.
“Um Draco?” His response was a low purr and the swipe of a tongue beneath his ear. His hands reflexively grabbed the boy’s waist, barely biting back the moan.
“You need to let go so we can walk.”
“No” his tone brooked no arguments and thoroughly embarrassed by the disbelieving stares and whispers that seemed to be buzzing around, Ron gave up on getting the boy of him and worked on pulling him closer. He leant down, grabbed the back of both his thighs and lifted him up. The aforementioned limpet got the idea and immediately clamped his legs around the boy’s waist.
“Oh now you co-operate?”Ron snapped, but not a soul bought his ire, for his hands were gripping the boys thighs holding him close, his lips curled in a soft smile that widened when he felt a huff of laughter against his neck. He headed for the others but stopped when an arm grabbed his shoulder, he quickly spun to face the stranger, automatically shushing the blonde’s whine of discontent, with a deep sound that should have been impossible for a human being.
“Zabinni, what do you want?” he snapped, his tone just this side of hostile.
While the Zabinni family had been neutral and had mostly stayed out the war, Ron held no love the boy standing in front of him. Those dislikes had little to do with the boy’s allegiances and more with the fact that Blaise Zabinni was a scheming, sly, manipulative, lying bastard, Slytherin to the core. Said Slytherin took a step back hands raised in the eternal gesture of peace. His lips curled in the sardonic smile he seemed to always wear in the presence of Gryffindors.
“Easy Weasley.” He drawled eyes glinting in mirth. “I come in peace”
Ron rolled his eyes and adjusted his burden who was still clinging tightly, gripping him tightly around the waist with his left hand to free his right.
“Oh do you now?” He tapped the tip of his index finger against the tip of his wand now peeking from the sleeve of his sweater. The dark haired boy, being the ever observant slytherin that he was, took it as a warning and backed up even more dropping the mocking smile as he went.
“Look, you had better take him to your rooms, it’s not quite safe out there.” He motioned to the great hall. Ron relaxed slightly now that the boy was farther away, though he wasn’t quite sure if he had wanted him away from himself or Draco.
“Safe, who’s going to hurt him?”
“Not for him, for them. Draco is… look how bout I explain on the way?”
“Sounds fine Zabinni lead the way”
Blaise shrugged and walked of, but Ron sighed deeply in relief as he followed him. Things seemed less much with Harry at his back, then he chuckled because he hadn’t even realized he’d been that worried.
Harry’s whistle echoed through the empty rooms and Ron couldn’t help but nod in agreement, the blonde’s rooms just screamed, money. High end French furniture displayed in artful arrangement was the first thing that caught Rons eye and he strode over seeking and fining a seat that didn’t make him feel ridiculous, he sank into it with a groan that brought the other boy’s attention to him.
“You okay mate?” harry questioned “Yeah I..Ahem. I’m fine.”
Harry bless his dense soul nodded and went back to looking around but the Slytherin smirked as he took a seat and summoned an elf. He rolled his eyes but then bit back a moan as the blonde, who had decided that his lack of reaction was a bit of an insult. Especially after he had gone through all that trouble the get himself very acquainted to the side of the boys neck and shoulder on the way there.
“As I was saying,” Blaise drawled as he sat back and crossed his legs a cup held in one hand. “Draco is somewhat not himself. Now that you have accepted him, his body is creating the essentials ensure said mating is successful.”
“What’s that?” Ron croaked as he tried his best to focus on the explanation and not the tongue lazily flicking his ear or the fingers buried in the hair at the base of his neck scratching softly against his scalp.
“Pheromones, Weasley. Pheromones and magic.” He sat forward and gently placed his cup on the table in front of them. “Draco’s body is producing dominant pheromones and filtering them to you through magic. That means at the moment you are his singular focus in every way, which is why he seems unaware.”
“Okay so why?
Blaise leaned back seeming to be greatly enjoying playing teacher. “Nature Weasley. You are not vela. therefore youre body cannot naturally produce the pheremones and magic it needs to make some aspects of the bonding succesfull”
Harry looked mortified. “So he’s turning him into a bloody vela?!” “No potter you thick prat. He’s not. You can’t turn someone into a vela. Veela magic much like veelas themselves is strong but extremely finicky. It needs magic of a similar temperament to its own. Which is why veelas rarely mate outside their species.” Harry frowned
. “So those pheromone things you say he’s filtering into Ron is changing his magic, but not him?” That question seemed to draw Ron back from the haze that had swallowed him, or ratther the hand that had distracted him as it made its way up his shirt to gently tease his nipples. He gripped it through his shirt, and with herculean effort focused on Blaise's words. What Blaise was saying seemed clearer to him as he could feel it in the same way most wizards could feel their magic. It traveled along his skin, swam through his veins. Warming him from the inside as it lit every point of contact between their bodies.
“I wouldn’t say it’s not changing him Potter.” He shrugged gracefully “He’s no longer just your friend , he is an Intended, of a vela. A dominant intended. His role is to now protect and care for Draco, to make him happy. It will be what he wants.”
“Oh” That one word said everything he seemed the think
“Sad to see your sidekick go?” he taunted. Then almost flinched when potter swung to face those emerald eyes blazing.
“Fuck of, zabinni. Ron is not my sidekick. He’s my friend. my brother, my family! So fucking sue me if im a little worried I might loose him.” Blaise stepped back but the look in the other boys eyes raised something in him, something that he beat down with a quick and abrupt violence.
“Didn’t know you cared that much mate. I think I might….ow! What the fuck Draco?!” Both boys turned to see Ronald holding his neck and glaring at the blonde boy, who now face Harry lips curled back in a vicious snarl, murderous intent stamped plainly across his face.
“Not Mate.” He growled, as he struggled in Ron’s grip. “My Mate.”
Ron Rolled his eyes and slung an arm around the boys stomach, pulling him back firmly into his lap.
“Draco, stop it.” He snapped gripping his hands as he fought harder to be released.
“Harry is my friend, my best friend. You’re not to even think of hurting him.” The struggles stopped immediately, but he never took his eyes off the other boy, gripping the hands around his waist possessively.
“I think that’s our cue to leave Potter.” The boy stood and pointed to the stack of books in the corner.
“You’d better read those Weasley, they contain everything you need to know, to keep you both alive… hopefully"
Harry stood too, but seemed unsure as his eyes flickered from Ron to the blonde who seemed to be growling lowly. He took a step closer but stopped when Zabinni grabbed his arm.
“Do you want to die.” He yanked him back, a little too forcefully it seemed as he sent the smaller boy a couple feet behind him
“Bloody hell Zabinni, been eating your Wheaties have you?” Blaise ignored the brunette who was steadying himself from his almost fall and whipped his tingling palm on his robe,
“I haven’t the faintest idea what that is Potter, but I’m going to assume that it was a thank you for saving your skinny arse. Your welcome.”
“Look. You should go Harry.” Ron cut in, but then stopped and growled deeply, a sound that surprised his as well as the other occupants of the room. Draco stilled his struggles immediately and curled into Ron’s chest, content to glare at his self appointed rival from beneath his bangs.
“Um yeah I should go.” Harry said one eyebrow raised in consternation. “Il fill ‘Moine in and we’ll see you tomorrow?”
He threw the blonde one last dirty look, then fled the room, Zabinni curiously close on his heels.
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