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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 Tom entered the family dining room the next morning, Tom striding in confidently and Harry slinking in after him, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. He sat down and called for his breakfast.

“Bloody good show last night, you two!” Sirius said cheerfully.

Harry groaned and sunk down further in his chair, mortified.

Tom laughed. “Sorry we woke you.” He said. “We did put up a silencing charm, but they seem to like failing around Harrison rather often.” Harry drew his wand and sent a minor hex his way.

Tom didn’t even notice the lurid pink hair he was now sporting and Harry recovered enough to eat his breakfast while Sirius and Severus tried not to laugh.

Remus came in just as things were winding down, looking down at a book in his hand.

“Remy, look!” Sirius said, pointing at Tom.

Remus looked up and couldn’t stop an eyebrow from winging up.

Tom froze. “Harrison...” He said in a suspicious tone. “What did you do?” He turned a look on his mate. “Fix it.”

Harry smiled and corrected his hair colour. “Pink wasn’t really your colour, anyway.” He said lightly.

Tom sighed. “I suppose I will have to watch my mouth, even around family?”

Harry nodded. “It would behove you to do so, yes.” He agreed.

“I’m sorry for making light of your embarrassment.” Tom said.

Harry shrugged. “It’s fine; I feel better now.”

“Yes, at my expense.” Tom pointed out.

Harry shrugged again and replied, “Whatever works.”

They finished eating and left the room, sharing a kiss right outside the door, blocking Severus from exiting.

“Excuse you two, people have things to do this morning!” He finally snapped, and Harry sighed.

“Get Mulciber out so I can move in.” Harry told Tom.

“The idea has never sounded sweeter, my love. I will do what I can.” Tom promised.

He left, and Harry sighed, heading to his room to grab his things.

“We leave in fifteen minutes, Harrison.” Severus informed him as he got to his room.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be ready.” He said.

“So who’s teaching history with your lesson plans while I can’t?” Sirius was asking Remus as the adults waited for Harry and his trunk to arrive.

Harry set his trunk down in the parlour and frowned. “Yeah, that’s a good question.” He said.

“Hawthorne Parkinson.” Remus told him.

Harry frowned. “Pansy’s mum?” He asked.

“The one and the same. Don’t cross her; she’s strict. Think of a second McGonagall.” Remus warned.

Harry groaned. “Great.”

Severus held out his arm. “Are you ready?”

Harry frowned. “You’re kidding, right?” He asked.

“We are not letting everyone know you can Apparate early, you idiot!” Severus snapped.

Harry sighed and took the proffered arm. “See you guys soon.”

Remus nodded. “We’ll notify you both straight away when Sirius goes into labour.” He said.

Sirius patted his distended belly. “Should be any day now!” He said. “Have a good trip there!”

Severus Apparated them, and Harry cast a featherweight on his trunk. “See you at school, Dad!”

“I’ll see you there.” Severus said.

Harry got on the train and found Neville, Theo and Hermione already in a compartment. “Hey.”

“I’m surprised you’re coming back to school on time, what with Sirius’ baby being due any day now.” Hermione commented.

Harry nodded. “Dad has spoken, and I’m not missing any school until the baby comes.” He said.

“Too bad.” Neville commented.

“And apparently Pansy’s mum is the new history teacher for first term.” Harry added. “She’s strict, from what I’ve heard.”

Theo winced. “She is.” He confirmed.

Neville grinned. “Ooh, it sounds like there’s a story there! Care to share with the class?”

Theo shook his head. “I’ll tell you in private, but only you.”

Neville shrugged. “I suppose that’s fair.” He said lightly.

“So, did you guys, uh... you know?” Harry made a rude gesture with his hands and Neville cracked a grin. “Last night?”

“Tactful.” He said flatly. “And yes.”

“With silencing charms?” Harry asked.

Theo winced. “No.” He said quietly. “We weren’t allowed. My dad and Neville’s gran were outside the door, listening to be sure the deed was done. Because that’s tradition, too.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, shit!”

Neville sighed. “Yeah.” He agreed.

“I am so sorry!”

“Eh, I think we might have taught her a few things.” Theo said lightly.

Neville turned very red and ducked his head. “I screamed.” He admitted. “And we created a power surge that broke most of the glass in my room. Gran’s going to have to replace the windows.”

Harry laughed loudly. “Good job!”

Neville groaned and shook his head. “I’ll never live it down.”

“So, Severus said we’re going to have our pick of several suites this year. Has McGonagall gotten to you on that, yet?” Harry asked.

Neville shook his head.

Harry nodded thoughtfully. “Tom said they narrowed it down to two, and I get final say,” he smirked. “as is proper.”

Neville and Theo snickered.

“I still haven’t seen either of them, so we’ll see.” Harry shrugged. “One is near the Slytherin dorms, and we will probably go with that, just for ease of getting to my Hopefuls if they need me. Slytherin right now is a very divided house.” He added, then rubbed the back of his neck and muttered, “Which is mostly my fault.”

Theo shook his head. “Our Lord picked you, not the other way around. Personally, knowing what we now know, I think he made the right choice. A Dracken mate is impressive, even though we all know he takes it up the arse. No one’s going to say anything to his face with you as a threat!”

Harry smirked and let his tail, horns and wings come out. “Yes, this is enough to scare off the more cautious Slytherins, and, well, once I fry someone for looking at him—or me—wrong, I’m sure the rest will get the hint.” He said.

Theo was looking him over with awe. “Can I touch a wing?” He asked.

Harry sighed and crossed the compartment to lean over him. “One, and be brief. They are an erogenous zone.” He said.

Theo ran his hand over one. “Wow.”

“You’re my best friend, Nev, you’re welcome to have a feel, too.” Harry offered.

Neville ran a hand over the other one. “They’re warm.. almost hot.”

“Well, I did say they were sensitive. Have to have good blood flow for that to be true.” Harry said lightly, sitting back down.

He glanced over at Hermione and wrapped a wing around her.

She flushed and rubbed her cheek over the part of it near her face. “Wow. Thanks, Harry. Drackens usually show off a bit, but letting people touch is rare.”

Harry pulled his extra parts back in. “Well, you guys are close to me, and George and Draco have already touched my dragon form, too, so I wanted to offer you guys something like that.”

“Not Fred?” Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head. “I have a hard time letting dominant creatures near me. He got to see, but I couldn’t stop a growl when he tried to get close.”

“Oh.” Hermione said. “That’s too bad.”

“It is what it is.” Harry said with a shrug.

The rest of the ride passed with small talk and promises to meet up with the rest of the Hopefuls soon and set up this year’s information-gathering scheme.

Harry, Neville and Theo were pulled aside as the feast was winding down and McGonagall smiled at them. “There are three rooms open, but only two of them were approved by your mate.” She said to Harry. “We will start with those two.”

She took them to the first one, on the ground floor, near the Hufflepuff common room. “This one was one he seemed to like,” She led them in and Neville’s eyes widened once he caught sight of the small garden off the main room. He seemed enraptured at the idea of a private garden, small as it was.

Harry smiled seeing his reaction. “Nev, if Theo likes it, it’s yours.” He offered, and Neville turned pleading eyes to his husband.

Theo sighed and shrugged. “Alright, fine. I can’t deny you anything.” He said in good humour and Neville launched himself at Theo, kissing him all over his face.

“Your trunks will be brought to you shortly.” McGonagall said as she and Harry left, laughing.

“The other one is in the dungeons. There are artificial and real windows; two artificial views and two that look into the lake.” She said. “The draw for him, I think, was the tapestries and the snake guardian. It will open for any Parselmouth, but that shouldn’t be a problem with you two being the only ones here with that ability.” She added as they came to the guardian. “Would you like to see?” She asked, nodding to the guardian.

Harry frowned. //Open.// He hissed.

//Yes, Master.// The snake replied, and the wall melted away, revealing an entrance.

“Hm. If it wasn’t so rare, that would be a security risk.” Harry commented, but went in.

There were beautiful tapestries adorning the walls depicting dragons and basilisks. “Wow.” Harry breathed.

“They are lovely.” McGonagall agreed, looking around. “And there is a study and an extra bedroom here—a nursery, really, in case you need it. Severus said you shouldn’t, but Tom said it might be needed, and he would know better than your father if you plan to start a family.” She added.

Harry flushed. “Really, it shouldn’t be needed, but we can use it as storage.” He said.

McGonagall smiled. “So you’re happy with it?” She checked. “Tom seemed set on it, but I can show you the one left if you—”

“This one is great, really.” Harry said, looking around. “I do like it!”

McGonagall smiled. “Good. I’ll have an elf—”

“Tissy.”

“Pardon?”

“I had to bring my own elf. I’m a Dracken, I can’t have strange elves around. I view unknown elves as a threat. Tissy!” He called, and she popped into the room. “Say hello to Headmistress McGonagall.”

Tissy turned and bowed to her. “Tissy is being pleased to be here to serve master Dracken!”

Harry smiled wryly. “She won’t call me anything else since I presented.” He explained. “I need you to go get my trunk and Hedwig’s cage.”

“They are in the Entrance Hall.” McGonagall told the elf.

Tissy nodded and popped away to go get the things Harry had requested.

“Well, I suppose you have everything in—”

Tom walked in. “Hello, beautiful! Oh, and you too, Harrison.” He said, setting his trunk down.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I see you found the place.”

“I checked the other room first and then came here.” He explained.

Harry smiled. “Neville loved the other one. You should have seen his eyes light up when he saw the garden.”

“I suspected he would, but you would never have thrived in any of the other rooms. This one, though, I think we can live with. The tapestries are nice.” He said.

Harry nodded. “I do like them.” He agreed.

McGonagall smiled as Tissy came back. “Well, I will leave you two to put your things away.”

“Thank you!” Harry said.

She smiled. “It is my pleasure, Mr. Potter. Have a good night, you two.” She said.

After she left, Tom turned to Harry. “Shall we christen the bed?” He asked with a grin.

Harry went into the bedroom to look at said bed and laughed, “You chose this room for the Slytherin bed!” He accused upon seeing it.

Tom smiled. “Perhaps, but you said you wanted this one.” He shrugged. “Besides, you’re in Slytherin now, you would’ve had a Slytherin bed either way.” He added. “So I don’t see why you are complaining about that.”

Harry cocked his head. “I don’t know if I have the energy to christen the bed, though. It’s been a long day, I am so tired!” Harry yawned for emphasis.

Tom frowned. “You little brat, you are not! Get naked and get in the damn bed!” He pointed to the bed.

Harry laughed and undressed. “Alright, fine. You win this time.” He said lightly.
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