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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Notes: A little late with this update. I got a new netbook and have been fiddling with all the settings, trying to get back into the groove of working on a different sized keyboard. Seem to have gotten my flow back, so I hope you all enjoy. Again, many thanks for reading and reviewing.
Starr: Sorry, still leaving with a lot of questions. We'll be back to Harry soon though.
Tommy-Lane: I've been having a lot of fun creating a more creature oriented 'magical creature fic.' I hope it doesn't bore too many people from the main story romance thread, but it's been fun to make a little society of Vesper. I usually don't bother with the details but I'm just as curious now. XD

Chapter Twenty

Draco was having a very difficult time focusing. It had started around nightfall with everyone surrounding the fire. The feast had been amazing. He had assumed a bunch of dragons probably meant raw meat and not much on vegetables, but the Vesper ate like people. People with taste buds that finally understood Draco's taste buds in a way he had not until that meal. The food had been amazing, varied, and he'd be telling his house elves if he ever went back to the manor.
“Do you not like the singing?” Haille asked around Draco's shoulder. With only one ear and long straight hair, he had taken to pressing his hand to Draco's back, sitting behind him and Hermione so he could chat with the girl better.
“It's, uh... It's good,” Draco whispered, trying very hard to focus on the young man singing divinely and not the heat that was rising up in him. The Vesper moved in two dimensions at every moment and Draco's clothes were only in one of them. Each touch was sparking torture.
“I'm sorry, little halfling,” Matten said tightly, his jaw locked, eyes fierce as he kept his gaze straight ahead and not on Draco. “I should have anticipated this. As I said, lots of mistakes.”
Draco nodded, the motion making him sway slightly. Matten was making an attempt to honor Draco's wishes but he could see it was an extreme struggle on the man. Especially when Zyan kept leaning across to run fingers over Draco's arm. Draco could not be certain but it seemed Matten's lover would push ever so subtly into the tense man, smirking wickedly each time.
“I wasn't expecting you to have so many leaders,” Hermione said conversationally to Haille behind her, seemingly oblivious to Draco's torment. “I count about fifteen up here with us.”
“Yes, you would think it would get confusing, but it's important that everyone's needs are represented.” Draco really wished Haille would stop lingering on his neck when he breathed. It was far too reminiscent of Harry and thinking about Harry while surrounded around a circle of very horny Vesper was not helping matters.
“It's getting worse,” Draco muttered, feeling the energy in the air growing around them. In some ways it was good the leaders were up on the porch with him, intending to keep him protected from the others as they shifted into their nocturnal phase. In other ways, it was making things a lot more difficult, their scent only adding to the scent of the three pressing close to Draco. Thankfully most remained feet away, sitting on pillows and the sleek pelts on the porch, the rest of the village spread out under the canopy, firelight and moonshine battling for dominance. It was difficult to see what the ones under the canopy were doing, but Draco was guessing as the scent became stronger and soft humming and moans shivered through the dark.
“It is only going to get worse,” Matten said tersely, glaring at Zyan. Zyan smirked back, pressing his lips to the bridge of Matten's scarred nose.
“It's good to test one's will once in a while. Although, the halfling has made things... challenging.” Zyan ran his hand under Matten's jaw, then again reached over to brush against Draco's shoulder. Each touch was a small jolt to Draco's senses and he fought back the urge to moan.
“You are tormenting me, my love,” Matten growled warningly.
Zyan wrapped his arms around the man's neck and rested their heads together. “I have never seen you so close to losing your self control. It is addictive and I wish to see you crack.”
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in Draco, one that would not be contained. Worse, once it was loose, the shifters all began to hum to calm him, a hot wave of heat settling on him and pushing him down to the porch with nearly tangible weight. “Oh hell... stop... please...” He moaned, trying to fight the ache growing inside him.
Hermione glanced down at him, eyebrows raised. “Maybe you should, I don't know, go inside?” She suggested, watching Draco's flushed face. “Maybe you won't hear them.”
“Smell,” Draco muttered, glaring up at Haille from the ground, the shifter moments away from touching his face. Draco had nearly ended up in his lap and the beautiful man was smirking down, not at all disappointed with the situation. “They give off a scent... Like an aphrodisiac...”
“Pheromones?” Hermione looked up, staring at the many silver haired men in a different light. “You're all just designed for sex, aren't you? How does that even work if your breeding stage is finished once you become shifters?”
“There are some that think we are meant to couple with the humans,” Matten said carefully, some of the shifters nearby looking upset by the notion. “But humans are not safe. Barbaric and hostile. They have thought us enchanters in this form with wicked intentions. And then there is the fear that any child born would be destroyed or poorly treated by their human relatives. Halflings have strong magic and stronger appetites—The humans have been known to hurt them. We have forbade the act of mating with humans because of this.”
“Your Kalistar, was that the one that thought you should mate with humans?” Hermione asked, trying to ignore the way Draco's breathing had increased, Haille humming softly to the boy, fingers drifting over his features gently.
“Yes... we do not like to speak of the Kalistar. They were the ones that created the first race of halflings and insisted we collect them each generation back. As you can see with your friend, it has brought more difficulty than good.” Matten's hand hovered inches away from Draco's shoulder but he held himself from reaching the last expanse and touching. “We try to avoid human contact. Running through your buildings and stealing children is hardly going to help in that regard.”
Hermione couldn't help but agree. “Why, though? Why create a being that you must recover—that calls so loud that you can't help but seek him out?”
“To get along,” Haille said with a secretive smile. “They are all so angry, you see. Our people would lock themselves from the modern world if they could, snarling and slashing whenever change comes along. But the world keeps infringing, the forest being pushed back every day. The halflings are our link to that world. But some... Some would rather they stay on a soft cushion in the center of the village. A pretty bauble to gaze upon and brighten the day.”
“He is a very pretty bauble, most assured,” Zyan teased, lying down on the ground behind Matten, stretching next to Draco and petting the boy's blond locks. “But we thought perhaps, if we were to go through the bother of collecting him, maybe we should address the human situation that would come along with such an act. He is very... human...” Head tilting, he ran his fingers through Draco's hair, combing slowly.
Zyan's face was very close to Draco's and the boy was trying not to stare at his dark gray eyes. The man smelled very good and looked it as well, even with his burnt arm and many thin slashes all along his chest. “Oh... don't do that...” he whispered, more purring rising and curling around him like a touch. It was others on the dais, behind Draco, soft murmurs reaching his ears.
“They cannot help it, halfling. You are glowing very brightly,” Haille explained, fingers also tangling in Draco's hair, brushing over Zyan's with each stroke. “We give thanks to the moon at this time, celebrating our many appetites. The desire is very difficult to deny, especially with such bright light from you.”
“But we will,” Matten said gruffly, glaring at the two shifters cradling Draco's head. “We are the strongest of our people and we will respect the boy's wishes.”
Hermione knew she probably should be very embarrassed by all the blatant sexual activity that seemed to have descended upon the porch, and was very likely already happening in the large square. But she was more curious, seeing it like being caught up in a nature documentary than anything terribly offensive. That was, until Kore, a heavily battle-scarred and devastatingly handsome leader began to, for lack of a better word, mount the pretty Seles only a few feet away, and she thought maybe it was time to go inside.
She stood, grabbing Draco's arm and pulling the boy to his feet. Draco stumbled, eyelids heavy, face flushed. She went to steady him but needn't have bothered, Matten rising sleek and easily to his feet and keeping Draco from falling.
“I'm having difficulty,” Draco mumbled, eyes straying towards the door and the writhing bodies bordering the path. His limbs felt heavy, very much demanding he simply fall back to the ground and the two waiting shifters that were clearly very interested in him returning.
“Yes, well I'm not really surprised,” Hermione said cheerfully, laughter bright in her brown eyes. Poor Matten, Zyan and Haille all seemed rather grouchy to have to leave, even though at the same time glad they were still at least in arms length of Draco. “Maybe they have some board games? Books? Something to pass the time besides, well, what they're doing now.”
“We will find him something,” Matten muttered, carefully guiding Draco up the stairs, hands hovering but not touching. The boy groaned at each step, silver eyes heavy with fire and need. Draco landed hard on the door once reaching it, panting loudly, trying with all his might not to rub against it the way his body was begging him to do.
“It is okay, little one,” Haille said, gently pulling Draco off the door, his eyes kind as the boy whimpered. “It is a strong urge. Powerful—You are powerful and you are feeding the fire only hotter. Take comfort that you are helping the village bond, even if you are uncomfortable.”
Draco didn't say anything, not certain if it was much consolation at the moment. His body was burning, aching. The Vesper's scent was all around him, thrums and moans rising like a cloud in the dark. He wanted very much to give in and relieve the pressure building in him. Except he couldn't. For every part of him that thought that getting on the ground and spreading his body out among the sprawling piles of flesh was a good idea, there was another part that reminded him that he was human, and proper, and completely bound by certain rules and expectations. Giving in was not an option, no matter how much he ached.
Inside the building was only a little better, the sounds of the Vesper slightly muffled, the scent as well. There was no glass on the windows to keep anything outside fully out, so Draco did his best to try and ignore it. He was only moderately successful. “I need to, um, be alone for a bit... upstairs...” Draco said with a blush, Hermione giving him a knowing look.
“You go rest. I'm sure Matten can find something to entertain us all once you get back.” Hermione did her best to not snicker. She knew it was hard on Malfoy but he was just a bit funny about it all. Maybe because he seemed so embarrassed. There was an entire village outside that thought group sex was completely normal and in that context, Hermione had to agree with them. For the Vesper it was normal. With Draco being half Vesper, it should be normal to him too. But it wasn't, the boy flushed pink and starting at every touch that came his way.
“Uh... the thing is... I need help on the stairs...” Draco said, blushing brighter. Hermione sighed internally. The boy really just made things more difficult on himself, getting so worked up.
“Come, lovely halfling,” Haille said, reaching his arm out and offering it to Draco. “I can lift you if need be.”
“I will take him,” Matten interrupted, glaring at Haille suspiciously.
Haille only smirked, stepping between Draco and Matten. “You cannot even touch him anymore, Matten. You are far too overwhelmed to be a safe option right now. I will not harm him.”
Matten relented after a long silent moment, staring at the doorway after the two had left.

“Why was he angry?” Draco asked, eyes downcast as he worked his way slowly up the stairs.
“We do not always get along,” Haille admitted. “We both try to keep an open mind with the humans. But we do not always agree on how to deal with things.”
Draco stumbled, bracing himself on the wall. Haille threaded his arm around Draco's chest, tugging lightly. “Let me carry you. The stairs are steep and you are weak with lust.”
Draco blushed to hear it put so bluntly. He did not resist when the shifter turned him, easily lifting him up, strong arms braced beneath his thighs while Draco held onto Haille's neck. The man was particularly beautiful, Draco quickly ducking his gaze when the shifter's violet eyes met his.
“So... how do you differ with Matten, then?” Draco asked, trying to distract from the feel of the man's powerful form moving against him as Haille climbed the many stairs with ease.
“Matten thinks it is important to let you make your own decisions with as little interference as possible. He wishes you to observe us from afar, keep you guarded and buffered from our many ways. He wishes for you to be like your friend; a human guest visiting us.”
“And you disagree?” Draco shivered as Haille lowered him to the ground. They had reached the door to his bedroom.
“You are not a human. You are a halfling.” Haille opened the door, stepping aside so Draco could walk in. He went to close it and leave but Draco stopped him with a look.
“That's not really an answer, is it? Are you saying you think I shouldn't be guarded?”
Haille pulled his fingers through his long hair, a frown tugging the corner of his mouth down. “There is nothing to guard you from, Draco. No one will harm you here. We do not have locks on our doors because we do not fear from each other. We have a wall on our village to keep the predators and humans away. You have nothing to fear from the Vesper, ever, and separating you is just confusing that fact.”
“Oh...” Draco stepped back into the room, eyes downcast as he thought.
“What do you fear the most?” Haille asked, following him. “Our dragon forms? They are our fiercest warriors, as well as our most precious young. They make mistakes, just like the rest of us. Sometimes on a grander scale as the young are apt to do. But they learn. Grow. Become better for it.”
Draco shook his head, bitting the side of his thumb and glancing at the man. “I've gotten used to them. They're actually quite nice, even with their angry expressions.”
“But you're still afraid,” Haille insisted, looking mildly exasperated. “What can we do to put you at ease? Matten is about ready to start digging a moat around this building, just to keep you calm.”
It was a funny visual but Draco didn't feel like laughing. He shrugged uncomfortably, not really having an answer. “Did you go into the castle at all when you came to find me?”
“Briefly, yes. I had to pull some of the weaker willed hunters from the place.”
“It was different there, right? Different smells, different sounds, lots of people that don't look the same as you're used to... Maybe even frightening?”
Haille bowed his head in agreement. “That group of humans has a lot of dangerous magic. We avoid them because of it and thankfully, they have never sought to battle us.”
“Well... consider being back in the castle, surrounded by all those different things...” Draco looked away, staring at his feet instead. “And you're absolutely, unbearably aching for those strange, dangerous beings to touch you... More than touch you...”
Haille edged closer to Draco, hand reaching out and taking the boy's. “I would be afraid.”
Draco nodded, biting his lip and trying to ignore the spark of energy from the touch. “It doesn't really matter if they seem nice... because you just don't know. They could be different than what they seem...”
“Dangerous, yes...” Haille tilted his head, studying Draco's face intently. “Maybe exciting.”
Draco swallowed, his cheeks flushing. “A little...”
“There is a very simple solution, halfling.” Haille's fingers traced over Draco's knuckles, lighting on his wrist.
“I don't think—”
“It is night. You are full of need, surrounded by your own that need as well. You could bond with us...” Haille's fingers spread wide, palm touching down on Draco's arm. “Each touch is a meeting. A reminder that we are similar, even for all our many differences. Matten will touch me soon, and I him, to repair our disagreements. It is how we learn to know each other. Accept and celebrate.”
Draco exhaled noisily, his body absolutely singing with want. “Haille... the touch is the part that is frightening...”
“Now I know I am confounded.” Haille pressed his hand to Draco's shoulder, fingers curling and bracing lightly. “It feels good.”
“Yes.” Draco was having difficulty focusing again. “But... but that is the difficulty...”
“I fear you are a bit backwards, little one,” the shifter teased, free hand coming up to rest on Draco's waist.
“Oh god...” Draco whispered, Haille so close he could feel the man's body heat radiating just centimeters from his own. Draco was not certain what would happen if his taller torso were to touch his but he suspected it would be very overwhelming. “I... I don't wish to lose myself.”
“Where, exactly, would you go? We all wake up together.”
“You're mocking me,” Draco muttered, still hyper-focused on the heat coming off of the man's body.
Haille nodded, smiling gently. He ran his thumb ever so lightly over the hollow of Draco's throat, the boy whimpering and swaying. “I would rather you be afraid of the obvious, halfling. Our sharp teeth and terrible claws. Our many wounds you must find disturbing. Instead you fear something inside you. It must hurt and I do not know how to alleviate it.”
“I'm not afraid of myself,” Draco said a little tightly. “Just the crazy, strong pull that I keep feeling around all of you.”
Sighing quietly, Haille dipped his head, forcing Draco to meet his eyes. “You are pulling us. Loudly. Brightly. You are very much a being in distress, begging for connection. Still, you are afraid to connect.”
Draco looked away but Haille's fingers grasped his chin, pulling him back. “Even now your skin is flushed, sweat dampening with chemical comunication. Yet you have come up here to be alone. Your body needs us, little one. You keep denying it... starving it...” Fingertips brushed Draco's lips. “What will you think of up here, all alone? Touching yourself... trying to soothe the madness as if you have found some secret trick to stop needing others... But you still need. You keep calling us...”
Draco closed his eyes, his mind whirling with so many thoughts. Was that all it was? Just communication? Connecting? Was that what his body was calling for and not the shameful, degenerate sex he kept seeing it as?
“Leave him be,” Matten growled from the doorway, eyes blazing as he glared at Haille. “You are making him worse. Confusing him.”
Haille glanced his way, shrugging lightly. “He is already confused. Running up here like he'd been slashed and clawed. Ignoring his own call for comfort and want. How long will he be able to continue like this?”
“That is not your decision to make.” Matten held his hand outstretched, beckoning Haille away from Draco. “If that is how he wishes to be, that is his choice. We are foreign to him.”
Haille did not step away from Draco, even when Matten growled. Draco watched the beautiful shifter, his scarred hand gently pressing to Draco's jaw and cheek to caress. “Then let me rephrase my earlier question, Matten. How long will we be able to continue like this?”
“As long as it takes,” Matten snapped.
“His call is only getting worse and now it is right in front of us. You are nearly overcome in the matter of a day. The other shifters have much less defenses against him. Some leaders have already begun to succumb.”
“We decided this as a group, Haille. Now that he is here they will not change their mind, even if it is difficult.” Matten took a cautious step closer, Draco wondering for the first time if he feared his friend, or Draco.
“They are no longer objective,” Haille said with a faint snort. “The boy has completely addled them. Even Zyan is swaying and he was against the whole idea of collecting a halfling. It might be better to send the boy back to his castle... Or take his silly little ring and be done with this.”
“We will not!” Matten was definitely afraid of Draco, snarling and grabbing Haille by the back of the neck and wrenching the violet eyed shifter away from the blond. “He is afraid. He is alone. He is confused. What will removing that ring do, except give him something truly to distrust, if not hate us for?”
“He has nothing to fear,” Haille growled back even though he did not fight Matten's grip. “We, on the other hand, have far more to worry if something is not done soon.”
Matten stilled, hissing lowly. “You will not speak of it. Halfling, I am sorry for his behavior. We will leave you to your rest.”
Draco wanted to stop them, to find out just what the hell was so dangerous about having him in their village but something in Matten's eyes gave him pause. The man looked frenzied, madness sparking deep within the pale blue depths. Draco remained where he was, watching Matten pull Haille away and shut the door soundly as they left.

Unbearably hard and feeling more than a little crazy, Draco made his way to the connecting bathroom. It was much larger than his own and included a clawed tub that could likely fit four people if squished just right. Draco shook his head at the thought.
He was feeling strangely meek while in the village. Lost... maybe even out of control. He didn't know if it was the constant horniness or the humming... or him giving up and giving in to the place.
There was a mirror, almost floor to ceiling in length. Draco stripped his shirt off, seeking out the blue pen lines still scrawled over his skin. Seeing them brought comfort to Draco in a way he hadn't expected... Shit, but Harry had written some very nasty stuff on him. He had to be alive. He had to be.
Draco slowly traced the words written on him, frowning when he realized that some were already fading lighter, his sweat smearing away the ink in some places. He needed Harry so badly. In that moment it was almost like the night Harry had touched him in the bathroom the first time. He had made Draco so hard, had touched him, pulled his passion so high until he was an aching, trembling puddle of need, and then Harry had left him.
Groaning at the memory, Draco quickly kicked his pants off along with his underwear. The 'MINE' was still very crisp on Draco's erection but he had a feeling that was going to quickly change. Draco closed his eyes, wrapping his hand around his aching cock and tried to pretend Harry was standing in the room watching him.
If he concentrated just right, Draco could almost feel heat on his neck, moving over him slowly, teasing, hungry. Draco raised his hand and brushed lightly over his throat, his body vibrating with desire. It was a very strong desire, one that he knew would not be content with just a quick wank. Biting his lip at the realization, Draco braced himself on the porcelain sink, spreading his legs and thinking of Harry's touch.
Other thoughts were trying to break in to Draco's fantasy. Dangerous thoughts that involved Matten... and Haille and Zyan... even some of the others... Draco tried to push those thoughts away. He loved Harry, wanted Harry. Draco didn't need anyone else.
Fingers slick with summoned lube, Draco held back a gasp, breaching a digit slowly. He was not good at being quiet but he felt like he needed to be, as if he was hiding from the entire village while masturbating. It was crazy... God, that parting look in Matten's eyes... If Draco had called him back, what would the man have done? The shifter wanted him... they all did... they could all be Draco's, if he wanted them.
“Stop,” Draco hissed to himself and the wild thoughts. He was not some animal... Just a ridiculously horny boy fucking himself in the bathroom. Draco groaned at his own stupidity.
It was difficult to remember what Harry looked like. He had been missing a long time and when Draco had finally seen him again, he had been wounded and odd, skin so black, much taller, wild eyed. His hands had been big... rough and strong on his flesh. His breath and skin had been so hot. His mouth—Hell, his tongue, that obscene, rude tongue of his always moving all over Draco's body, outside and in. Draco wanted Harry and his tongue. Potter was such a damn pervert, not like Draco at all.
“Fuck... oh god...” Draco pushed another finger inside, wishing desperately it had even remotely the same girth and reach of Harry's perfect hands. He needed it so bad... needed Harry so bad... He better still be alive.
There was a soft knock on the door and Draco froze, staring down at the faucet blankly.
“Right... Sorry to interrupt, Malfoy... but I think you have to stop... or be really quick with what your doing...” Hermione sounded more concerned than embarrassed. Draco wished he could feel the same way, growling internally. He was so fucking hard!
“What, Granger? What the fuck could be that important—”
“They're fighting. The humming isn't working. Matten says your call is too strong when you're like this and the young... the dragons... are fighting.”
Draco did growl this time, the noise echoing around him off the walls. Fucking Vesper dragging him through the goddamn Forbidden Forest, getting him hard as fuck, and then refusing to let him have five fucking minutes to deal with it in peace. Fuck.
“So... um... they also had a solution...” Hermione continued, her embarrassment starting to win over her anxiety. “I told them you probably wouldn't go for it... but they insisted I ask...”
Draco very carefully extracted his cramped fingers from his clenching body, muttering a cleaning spell. He put his pants on, ignoring his underwear for the time being and threw the door open to glare at the annoying girl. “What?” He snarled.
Surprised, Hermione took a step back, blinking at Draco. She covered her hand over her mouth, laughter breaking free. Draco narrowed his eyes, about ready to slug the Gryffindor.
“Property of Harry James Potter...” Hermione read breathlessly, eyes widening as she continued reading down Draco's bare torso silently.
“Fuck,” Draco muttered, going to turn and then remembering there was much worse on his back. Harry was a total perv. Instead he glared at Hermione, promising pain if she didn't get her shit together. “Why are you here!” He growled angrily.
“Sorry,” Hermione apologized weakly, eyes still full of bright laughter. “Just, um, Haille had an idea. Matten is very much against it—Shit, it just keeps going under your pants, doesn't it? He wrote all over you.”
“For the love of... Focus, Granger.” There was a very tired part of Draco that wanted to sit down and cry about his very exhausting week.
Biting her lip to keep from laughing, Hermione made herself look away. She had come up here for a very important reason and finding out Harry was just so... possessive seemed to fit, in this case... was a bit much for her to mix with her memories of her friend. Except for right before the end of school last year. There had definitely been a similar theme then.
“Haille wants to ground you,” Hermione was finally able to get out. “Your power is all over the place. I guess it's kind of like a spell without a target. You're just constantly looping, raising power up and the poor Vesper can't handle it.”
Draco frowned, clasping the back of his neck. “I'm assuming 'grounding' is not as innocent as it sounds.”
Hermione grinned wryly. “Oh, I'm sure it's not. They mentioned something about touch. But it's all sex with these guys. That Matten is so dead set against it makes me worry even more. He's been doing everything to protect you.”
Matten not agreeing made Draco extra nervous. He had grown to trust the shifter, as foolish as that probably was. “Did they say what would happen if I didn't?”
“Ah... yes. Something along the lines of shagging to death... Although, they may be exaggerating. They say you have a very strong mating call and just don't know how to control... What? What's wrong?” Hermione asked, Draco slumping forward, hand covering his face.
“Mating call—It's a fucking mating call. How did I not put that together?” Draco was doing to the Vesper what Harry had done to him. That insane night when Harry had convinced Draco with one simple touch to give him a blowjob in the middle of the damn hallway. Draco had thought he was going to die that night, so very much in desperate need for sex. Especially when Harry had run off again, leaving Draco to fend for himself. It had been agony—hours of agony.
“Where are they? I need to fix this.” Draco couldn't leave the Vesper like that. He remembered all too well how terrible it had felt and that had just been happening to him. A damn village of people suffering because Draco didn't know how to control himself was inexcusable.
“They're outside the door. But you're not going to do it, Malfoy. For all you know they're going to tell you to take your ring off and trick you into staying. You'd have to be out of your mind to—”
“Get them and get the hell out of here, Granger.” Draco said sharply, his chin raised defiantly. “Go lock yourself in one of the other rooms or something. Don't come fucking knocking at the door, that's for damn sure.”
“Malfoy—No way! I promised Harry to protect you.”
Draco snarled, stepping forward until Hermione stepped back. “Potter isn't fucking here. I can make my own goddamn decisions. I will not let these people suffer just because I'm some fucking ignorant half human that doesn't know shit about the Vesper.”
“Listen to yourself. You don't owe them! They were going to kill Harry just to steal you away! They can call you family all they damn like, but family doesn't do that.”
“You clearly have not met my father,” Draco said without a trace of humor. “I know now what they're struggling with and if Matten had told me earlier, I would have tried to fix it then. I did not come here to drive these people mad.”
Hermione did not look particularly impressed. “That's their problem for dragging you out here in the first place. They went up against a castle full of wizards. They had to have known there would be consequences.”
“Yes,” Draco agreed, shoving her gently by the shoulders. “And they felt the fucking mating call all the way from their village and it was too powerful for them to resist. Do you understand, Granger? Not all magic can be fought. Even an intelligent, decidedly nomadic village of warriors can be lured into their enemy's lair because of one ignorant halfling. This has been my fault from the very beginning and they have been too polite to tell me.”
Hermione clicked her mouth shut, not having an argument for what Draco was saying. It didn't mean she agreed with him. “You don't owe them just because you were ignorant.”
“I owe them because I am no longer ignorant,” Draco said just as evenly. “Send them in and go away. I do not need your help.”
Hesitating long moments, Hermione eventually bowed her head. “Don't forget why you're here, Malfoy. You saved Harry. Don't forget him among your sea of injured pets.”
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