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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 22; not much to say, other than I hope you enjoy the chapter. Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 30/11/2015)

The atmosphere in Dumbledore’s office was tense. Harry was sitting across from the headmaster, neither of them willing to break the silence into which they had fallen while waiting for Molly Weasley.
When Harry had first arrived, the headmaster had offered tea and lemon drops; but, given that his stomach was feeling slightly jittery, Harry had declined both. Dumbledore didn't seem surprised by this and just gave the teenager a smile, popping a single lemon drop into his own mouth before conjuring a comfortable armchair for Harry to sit in.
Once Harry had taken his seat, Dumbledore had made several attempts at conversation but, after a couple of rather blunt, one-word answers from Harry, the headmaster seemed to get the message and stopped.
Harry felt a little bad for rebuffing the elderly man but he just didn’t feel like talking much. His brain was still trying to work out what exactly he was going to say to Mrs Weasley, who was expected to arrive via the floo at any minute. Besides, he couldn’t help but think that the headmaster’s questions felt as though they were born of nosiness and a desire for information, rather than any genuine concern for either his or Draco’s wellbeing.
He was seriously considering talking with Snape regarding his concerns over Dumbledore’s manipulations, now that he knew that they were both working to keep Draco and their unborn child safe. And wasn’t that quite the turn around after all the years he had trusted the headmaster and doubted Snape. Harry had no idea how many times he had questioned the potion master’s loyalty over the years; it was only recently it had occurred to him to question Dumbledore's.
Harry looked up from the patch of floor he had been staring at unseeing for the last ten minutes and was not surprised to see Dumbledore watching him intently, his gaze calculating. Not for the first time did he wish he had managed to get the hang of occlumency just so he could be sure that the old man wasn’t taking sneak peeks into his thoughts; maybe another thing to talk about with Snape, Harry thought with a mental grimace.
In the quiet of the room they both heard the subtle sound of the flames in the fireplace changing in the way that signalled an incoming traveller, and both turned in time to see the familiar smiling face of the plump red-headed witch as she stepped into the office.
“Harry, dear,” Molly greeted warmly, approaching him with her arms open for her expected hug.
“Mrs Weasley,” Harry said with a delighted grin as he all but jumped up from his chair, eagerly moving into her embrace and wrapping his arms around her. He had really missed her, especially as he hadn't had a chance to see her at Christmas. “It's really good to see you,” he said quietly.
“You too, dear,” she told him. "Now, let me get a good look at you," she insisted as she pulled out of their hug and held him at arm’s length to inspect him. “Have you been eating enough?” she asked with narrowed eyes that just dared Harry to fib.
Harry chuckled; Draco was pretty good at nagging him on that one too, he thought fondly. “I have, I promise,” he assured her, loving that she cared enough to check and that she knew him well enough to know what to worry about.
"Glad to hear it," Molly told him firmly, but with a pleased smile on her face, before turning to the headmaster, who was still sat calmly behind his desk. Dumbledore was watching the pair of them, as though he was just mildly curious. “Albus,” she greeted.
“It is good to see you, Molly,” the headmaster replied with his usual jovial smile and a small incline of his head. "Both Harry and I appreciate you coming on such short notice."
"It's no problem," she told him, and looked back to Harry. She gained a pensive look, realising how reluctant the teenager was to start talking, despite it having been on his request that she was even there. “Is there somewhere private we can talk?” she enquired, impressively managing to make her voice both kind and demanding all at once.
“We will not be disturbed or overheard in here, I assure you,” Dumbledore told her and Harry hated how pleased the old man looked with himself; there was no doubt in his mind that the headmaster had very deliberately ‘misunderstood’ Mrs Weasley’s use of ‘we’.
“Oh, come now, Albus,” Mrs Weasley said with a pleasant smile, “I am sure you understand that I would like some time with just Harry and me. I missed not seeing him over Christmas after all and so I am sure there is much we have to catch up on.”
Harry couldn't help but smile at that, feeling glad for the stubbornness of Ron’s mother, and glad that it was being directed at Albus Dumbledore, rather than him... for once. At least the headmaster seemed to at least be wise enough to know a lost cause when he saw one, because he pushed himself up from his large chair and swept around the desk.
“You may make use of this office,” Dumbledore told them, a smile still on his face; though Harry did think that the expression was not quite as kindly as it had been only moments earlier. “I am sure a gentle stroll for an hour or so will do me some good.”
For a moment Harry seriously considered raising an objection and suggesting an alternative location; he was concerned that the headmaster might just have ways of eavesdropping on them anyway, like using the numerous portraits that lined the walls. That felt as though he was just being too paranoid though, and it wasn’t as though they would be discussing anything that the headmaster wasn’t already privy to. Besides, he suspected that anywhere else within Hogwarts wasn't actually likely to be any more secure from Dumbledore’s prying mind.
With a lazy swish of his wand Dumbledore conjured a second comfortable chair, much like the one Harry had been sitting in, next to the first. "Make yourselves comfortable," the headmaster said, giving them a tiny bow, which was little more than a nod of his head, before he headed out of the office door and pulled it closed behind him, leaving Harry and Mrs Weasley alone.
“Come now,” Mrs Weasley said softly. “Let’s sit,” she suggested, a gentle hand on Harry's back guiding him towards the conjured seating. Harry went without protest, tugging at his own sleeve nervously as he took his seat.
They sat quietly for a few minutes and Mrs Weasley seemed to be quite happy to allow Harry the time to get comfortable and relax. It was such an easy silence, in stark contrast to the one that had filled the room prior to the Weasley matriarch’s arrival and Harry found that, despite not knowing what to say, he was feeling calmer.
“So, dear," Molly said after a few minutes, once most of the tension had eased from Harry's posture, "are you ready to tell me what is going on that was important enough that you didn’t come home for Christmas?” Her tone was firm and Harry might have thought he was being chastised, were it not for the happy smile she was wearing.
“I’m in love,” Harry blurted out suddenly, without much conscious thought. He could feel his cheeks flushing red and ducked his head to stare at the floor. He had intended to explain about his inheritance first but apparently his brain knew what was really important. “With a guy,” he added quickly, feeling his cheeks warming further with the confession, even though he was sure she wouldn’t think badly of him for that.
"That's wonderful," Mrs Weasley declared fondly and when he managed to make himself look up, she was grinning at him happily. Harry thought that maybe the being in love part was not much of a surprise to his mother figure. "Though I think there might be something more you're not saying," she said knowledgably, a patient smile on her face as she waited for Harry to explain further.
Harry nodded. “It’s kind of complicated, but I’m in love with Draco," he told her. "Malfoy,” he added for clarification when she continued to smile at him supportively, as though there were lots of boys with that name, to whom he could have been referring. “And I’m going to be a Dad.”
“What?!” she exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward with wide eyes. That news apparently was surprising.
Harry gave a nervous chuckle, knowing that this was the real potential sticking point. As much as he knew Molly Weasley loved her large family, he didn't think that she would be very keen on the idea of any of her children, himself included, becoming teenage parents.
“Harry James Potter, you need to start explaining right now,” she said sternly after a few moments of staring at him in surprise. “And this better be good."
“Oh, as excuses go, this one is a pretty good, I’m sure you'll agree,” he told her with a smirk. Smirk? That had him thinking that perhaps he really had been spending too much time with his mate.
Molly was watching him curiously, waiting expectantly for an explanation. “Harry...” she prompted when no further details were forthcoming.
"Just trying to work out how to explain this," Harry told her earnestly, worrying his bottom lip for a moment. “Okay, I think this might be easier if I just show you,” he suggested, getting up from his seat.
Harry removed the jumper he was wearing to keep out the January chill that still seemed to get into the castle despite the many fireplaces; at least the extra layer wasn’t strictly needed while they were in the ambient temperature of the office. Looking around the office, Harry assessed the space he had; the last thing he wanted was for Dumbledore to return to a half destroyed office and he wasn’t very keen on injuring a wing either as he imagined that could be quite painful.
Closing his eyes and focusing, Harry slowly and carefully willed his wings out, using the now familiar spells to prevent damage to the shirt he was wearing. It was amazing how normal the whole process felt; it was no longer strange to feel the extra weight on his back or catch glimpses of twitching green feathers in his peripheral vision. He could still remember how easily the latter had caught him off guard in those first few weeks.
“An inheritance...?” Mrs Weasley asked softly, getting up slowly from her seat and taking a few, almost hesitant, steps to stand in front of Harry, who was taller than her now, though only by a few inches.
She smiled, her eyes alive with amazement, curiosity and the same motherly love that she always showed him. There was no fear or annoyance at having been kept in the dark so long, and Harry couldn’t help but be relieved to see that the way she felt about him seemed unchanged.
She reached up, pausing just shy of touching him, and waited for Harry's nod of agreement before she ran a hand gently over the feathers of his folded up wing. “What are you?” she asked in awe.
Harry chuckled softly, feeling a lot more comfortable now that Mrs Weasley was being so accepting; he knew he should never have doubted that she would be but there was always the worry in the back of his mind. It also helped that there had been none of the anticipated telling off; presumably she had known that Harry would come and talk to her when he was ready.
“Draco and I are both Erotes,” he told her, waiting to see how much that statement would mean to her. He hoped that she might at least know some of the legends about them so he wouldn't have to do quite so much explaining.
“Wait... Erotes?” she asked disbelievingly, blinking her surprise, glancing over the large green wings on Harry's back before meeting his eyes again. “They’re real?”
“Apparently,” Harry said, his eyes filled with amusement; it was becoming a familiar reaction.
“When did this happen? Were you hiding this when you came to the Burrow in the summer?” she asked, suddenly sounding worried, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “We all love you, no matter what, you could have told us,” she went on, resting a hand on his arm.
Harry smiled fondly at her. “I know, I wasn’t hiding it then, I promise," he told her earnestly. "I didn’t come into my inheritance until November,” he explained as he retracted his wings and took his seat again.
“November?” she asked with confusion, returning to her own chair. As far as she was aware inheritances came in on a birthday, once someone reached an age of maturity for the particular creatures in question.
Harry explained to her how his own inheritance only happened because of Draco’s call, about the unavoidable pregnancy and how they had learned to love each other over the last few months. Some of it he found a little embarrassing to talk about but Molly listened patiently, nodding her understanding.
“Goodness," Molly said once Harry was done explaining, "it sounds like you have had a busy few months.”
“I have,” Harry agreed, thinking that that was a rather endearing way to put the last recent months of his life. “I am really sorry about missing Christmas at the Burrow, though," he told her earnestly. "It was just that Draco and I really needed some time together, just us and...”
“Harry...” Molly interrupted, reaching out and gripping one of his hands between hers, “it’s okay. I understand." She smiled at him kindly. "Like you said, you are in love with him and you’re becoming a family, I know how much that must mean to you.”
Harry was a little surprised at quite how teary he felt at her words. He had been convinced in his head that she would not reject him, but the simple acceptance and understanding of his relationship with Draco was a great relief and warmed his heart. He was glad that he didn’t have to explain to her the value of the gift his inheritance had given him.
“It’s all pretty scary though,” he admitted quietly, before he even really meant to. “I mean... I'm really happy, I am,” he insisted, “but we are still in school and with the war and I don’t know who to trust and...” his voice broke and his eyes stung with restrained tears. He hadn't even realised how much he needed someone to talk to about these things until the words had started tumbling from his lips.
Mrs Weasley gave him a sympathetic smile as she pulled on the hand she was still holding with surprising strength, pulling Harry up out of his seat. Harry opened his mouth to ask what she was doing but ended up giving a startled yelp, as she pulled him to side sideways in her lap. He flushed re and tried to stand back up but Molly's arms wrapped around him, holding him there.
“Just let me be the strong one for a minute, Harry, dear,” she insisted, using a gentle hand on the back on his head to encourage him to lean against her shoulder. It took a few moments but Harry started to relax.
It was so strange for Harry, being embraced so carefully and lovingly; he felt embarrassed with the babyishness of the act but it couldn’t deny how nice it was. Just for a moment there was no one depending on him; just for a moment he was able to allow someone else to take care of and comfort him.
“You aren’t alone in this,” she promised him. “We'll help you with whatever you and Draco need. We'll keep you all safe,” she whispered to him.
At that Harry couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped him, nor the tears that followed; he had heard so many promises to keep the baby safe, or Draco, but the overall promise to protect his family, him included, was shockingly emotional. He knew he didn’t have to be responsible for everything with Molly and the rest of the Weasley family on his side; she knew he was still just a boy, still scared.
“Thank you,” he said weakly, sniffling and brushing the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. He felt more than a little awkward as he stood back up when Mrs Weasley releasing her hold on him, and wrapped his arms around himself he moved back to his seat. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“There is nothing for you to apologise for, Harry,” Molly told him affectionately. Leaning back in her chair she started to let her glaze drift around the Headmaster's office, taking in the various interesting objects, giving Harry a moment to gather himself.
Harry wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and took a couple of slow, deep, calming breaths. “I didn’t mean to get all teary,” he said, still feeling a little awkward.
“Nonsense, dear,” she chastised lightly. “We all need a good cry sometimes; it doesn’t make you weak or a failure. And needing a hug doesn’t make you into a child,” she added with a knowing look. "With everything that has been placed on your shoulders, it is remarkable that you manage as well as you do."
Harry smiled at her again, his cheeks flushing slightly at her words. It really was quite amazing how she could read him like a book sometimes. “Well, I am just glad that Ron and Draco weren’t here to see my mini breakdown,” he admitted.
Mrs Weasley tutted at this but made no comment; she had raised enough sons to know that boys were going to be boys. “So tell me, dear," she said, "when am I going to get to meet this young man of yours?”
“Oh... erm...” Harry mumbled, looking slightly thrown by the question. He had been so focused on getting through this meeting and confessing all to Molly that he hadn't really thought much about what would happen after.
“I will just have to have a word with Dumbledore and let him know that the both of you are all coming home for a dinner at sometime soon," Molly said decisively. "We need to give Draco a proper welcome into the family after all."
Harry knew that he wasn’t going to get much say in it, but it wasn’t as though he minded, given he wanted the rest of the Weasleys to have a chance to really get to know Draco; however, he was concerned about the idea of Draco being out of the protection that the Hogwarts castle.
“Perhaps we could go to Grimmauld Place?” he suggested timidly, not wanting to offend. "Nothing against The Burrow but Grimmauld Place has stronger wards. We have decided to give a statement to the Prophet and the Quibbler, so people will know about the whole Erote thing soon,” he explained, “ and I just need to be sure that Draco is completely safe.”
“We can work with that, dear,” she assured him, getting up from her chair and patting him in the cheek. “Now, come on, I will walk with you to the common room so that I can say hello to Ron, Ginny and Hermione while I am here.”
Harry grinned and all but jumped up from his chair, his heart feeling lighter a good deal lighter as they headed out of the office together. He now knew for certain that Molly, the closest thing he had to a mother, was firmly on his side, and not just for the moment, but always, no matter what the future might bring.
-#-
Now that Harry wasn’t sure how much he trusted the Headmaster, he couldn’t help but notice the contrast between the warm acceptance and unconditional assurances of Molly Weasley and the guarded promises that Dumbledore made.
It made it hard to want to continue the meetings with the Headmaster but, of course, he had agreed to them so he couldn’t stop them without arousing suspicion; not to mention that old man was the one with the answers Harry desperately needed. It was a few days later that the Headmaster had summoned him again, and so Harry had gone to Dumbledore's office, already not in the best of moods.
It was late in the evening by the time that Harry came back through the door to the rooms he shared with Draco, a frown on his face as he dropped himself onto the sofa next to Draco. Harry let out a long, sigh, resting his head on the back of the sofa and closing his eyes.
“I take it your enjoyed your evening with Dumbledore then?” Draco asked sarcastically, not looking up from the magazine in his hands, licking the pad of his thumb and turning the page a few moments later.
Harry turned his head and opened his eyes to glare at the blond, not particularly in the mood for Draco's brand of humour. “I honestly don’t understand the point of all these memories he’s showing me,” he grumbled.
“More memories?” Draco asked in surprise, closing the magazine and putting it off to the side as he turned to give his mate his full attention.
Harry nodded once. “Yep," he told him. "One about Voldemort’s mother selling a Slytherin family necklace for almost nothing, ten galleons or something, to Borgin and Burkes. The other was of Dumbledore going to visit Voldemort when he was just a kid at the orphanage where he grew up.”
“And he hasn’t explained why he is showing you these?” Draco asked curiously, a pensive frown on his face as he considered what Harry was telling him.
“Nope," Harry said bluntly. "I guess it could be kind of considered interesting, if you were interested in all this history, but to be honest I wish he would get to the point,” he told his mate. “All I think we've really learned so far is that Voldemort's mother made some pretty bad choices and that, even as a child, he was an arrogant, nasty piece of work.”
“Somehow that isn’t a great surprise to me,” Draco said dryly. He had never heard anyone talk about what the Dark Lord had been like in his youth but he was fairly sure that such a dangerous ego didn't come from nowhere.
“To me neither,” Harry agreed with a nod. “He used to collect trophies from when he bullied other kids at the orphanage," he said with a look of disgust on his face. "Dumbledore seems to think it is particularly significant but we will have to wait and see on that."
Draco nodded in agreement. Again this didn't feel like particularly surprising or revolutionary information but it was clear that the Headmaster knew a good deal more than he was letting on so far.
"And he could use some small amount of magic even when he was what... ten...? Eleven maybe," Harry went on, turning so that he was sitting sideways on the sofa, facing Draco, one leg on the seat, the other foot on the floor. "Just before he started at Hogwarts anyway. And I mean controlled magic, not some accidental outburst."
“Without any guidance?” Draco asked, looking quite amazed and Harry nodded. “That is impressive. what could he do?” the blond asked curiously.
“Move things with his mind and make animals do what he wanted," Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. "He also seemed to love that he could hurt people when they bothered him,” he added, shaking his head slightly in disgust.
"Well that's rather disturbing," Draco said quietly. He had seen many people do horrible things to other people but most of the time they didn't actually enjoy it, though he knew that some did; that the Dark Lord's enjoyment of such treatment of others went back so far was somehow unsettling.
“Very," Harry said, struggling to imagine how an eleven year old could be that disturbed; even after everything that the Dursleys had done to him, he had managed to not become that twisted. "Dumbledore seems to think that he took on the name Lord Voldemort because he hates being ordinary, doesn’t want to be like anyone else," Harry explained, not wanting to think on either his or Voldemort's childhoods any further.
“And this information is supposed to help defeat him?” Draco asked sceptically.
“Well that is exactly what is bothering me. Great, so these memories tell us that he is, and always has been, crazy and dangerous but didn’t we know that already?” Harry said with a sigh; turning back around to sit on the sofa properly and leaning against Draco’s shoulder.
It was all so frustrating; he didn’t want to have to dredge through the hours of memories, filled with tiny titbits of information but Dumbledore seemed to think there was value in it and Harry saw little alternative than to go along with the headmaster’s ‘lessons’. Harry knew he would go through a lot worse than that to protect his family.
“How about a distraction?” Draco suggested, reaching out to grab the magazine he had discarded earlier, before dropping it into Harry’s lap.
“What’s thi...?” Harry started, but he quickly stopped, sitting up straight, as he took in what he was seeing.
The front cover of the Quibbler was largely taken up by a picture of Draco and him from the side, the two of them smiling at each other; their wings were out behind them, half open and disappearing off each side of the page. Their picture selves were too busy watching each other to look anywhere else and Harry felt his cheeks flush at the expression on his own face.
It was a picture that Luna had taken, with help from Pansy, that day in the room of requirement. It was actually a pretty great shot in Harry's opinion and showed none of the nervousness that Harry remembered having felt while the two girls had bossed them around, telling them where to stand.
“A beautiful picture, isn’t it?” Draco said proudly, leaning against Harry’s shoulder and looking down at the magazine in his mate's hands as Harry's fingers brushed over the image lovingly. “The main article starts on page six.”
“Is this out already?” Harry asked, feeling momentarily panicked. He knew they had agreed to this, planned for it carefully but he felt like he needed a moment to brace himself for it before their secret was handed over to the public.
“Not just yet," Draco assured him. "Luna's father sent us this preview copy to look over, just to make sure we are happy with what it says. The letter he sent said that he intends to publish it tomorrow though,” the blond explained.
“Tomorrow?" Harry said, looking up from the copy of the Quibbler in his hands to look at his mate. "Have you sent off the statements for the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly yet?” he asked. The plan required that the leading publications in the Wizarding World were all operating with the same information at the same time.
“About half an hour ago. I am sure it will be front page news tomorrow,” Draco said nervously. The Prophet had been looking for information on the two of them for a while, so they were likely to milk the statement for all it was worth. “I hope we were right to do this.”
“It’s too late to back out now,” Harry said, his voice sounding tense and Draco could hear his mate's anxiety. They both knew that while they would be able to ask Xenophilius to hold the story, there would be no way of keeping either The Prophet or Witch Weekly from doing exactly what they wanted with what they had been told.
“So... are you going to read it?” Draco encouraged after a few quiet moments, nudging Harry with his elbow and gesturing to the magazine when Harry look at him.
“How bad is it?” Harry asked, obviously nervous.
Draco rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. “You helped write it, you prat," he pointed out, "you know exactly how bad it is.” They had spent ages working out exactly what they wanted the article to say and Xenophilius Lovegood had actually stuck remarkably close to what they had originally sent him.
“Do I really have to read it then?” Harry asked turning a pleading smile on his boyfriend. He trusted that if Draco had read and not found fault with it, that it was perfectly fine.
“Well you don’t have to,” Draco conceded with a huffy sigh, giving his mate a pointed look, “but this is your last chance to decide if there is anything you want to change.”
Harry grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and opened the magazine. He flicked straight passed the editor’s note and contents page, and ignored what seemed to be an article about werewolves being immune to love potions, quickly finding page six.
He stared at the spread, which had another picture of them, however, Harry didn't remember this one being taken. It was taken from behind and showed the pair of them sitting side by side and leaning towards each other, barely visible behind their twitching wings; it was beautiful and Harry had already decided that he would be asking Luna for a copy of it.
‘Erotes – A Legendary Inheritance:’ the large title read, with ‘The Story of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy’ written underneath it in a smaller font. Harry’s first impression was that it was all rather tastefully done and the fact that Draco was not grumbling or complaining led him to believe that he was not the only one who thought so.
The article wasn’t overly long but still covered most of the two page spread. It explained how a submissive Erote called for a dominant but they had agreed to leave out the more private details of the bonding and they made no mention of the pregnancy; they knew many would look up or figure out those details but they were not going to hand out such information on a silver platter.
There were also comments from each of them about how their bond had removed the negativity from their relationship and allowed them to truly get to know each other despite their complicated history. As well as quotes from their friends, saying how their bond was helping to bridge the gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin students and that they were all very glad to see Harry and Draco's happiness, no matter who their relationship was with.
Harry was glad that overall the article left no room for doubt that he and Draco loved each other very much now and that they were happy with their relationship. Of all the things he wanted the article to tell people, it was important to him that people knew that Draco was his and that he was Draco's.
Towards the end of the article though, was a section of text titled ‘The Mysteries of Erotes’, which definitely had not been part of what they had put together. His brow furrowed in confusion, Harry started to read, his curiosity piqued.
‘Erotes are truly ancient and highly magical creatures about which very little is known and they are often believed to be fictional. This is likely because they are incredibly rare but probably also due at least in part to the extremely protective nature of the dominants. It is impossible to know how many exist as it likely that submissives are hidden away from the world, particularly during pregnancies.
Though many of us carry the potential to become dominants, this can only be called forward by a compatible submissive (see above article for more detailed explanation); as such there are never unmated dominant Erotes. It is unclear what makes a submissive come into their inheritance but there have long been legends that suggest it happens when someone finds them self in particular need of the protection. The stories say that a strong enough desire and need for the protection of a dominant can activate their Erote blood.
It is also believed that Erotes are likely the origin of the Cupid legends that exist in both muggle and wizarding words. This is likely due to their loving nature and wings and it is said that they are able to bring great love and fortune to those around them. However, the truth of such tales is difficult to judge.
I am sure we are all wondering what other talents or abilities the young Potter-Malfoy couple will develop, however, only time will tell. We can only hope that the stories of good fortune will prove to be true.’
“Interesting addition to the end there,” Harry said once he was done reading, frowning lightly at the magazine open on his lap. He really wasn't sure how he felt about the extra information being given and he was a little surprised that Draco seemed okay with it.
“At least they didn’t mention anything about my pregnancy or that my wings are only stuck because of it," Draco pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders. "Nor any real details about our abilities or our bonding.” It seemed to him that all the additional part really did was point out just how little was known about Erotes, which would likely be in their favour if anything.
“You are in an awfully good mood, given this was more than we thought they would be publishing,” Harry said, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Should I be worried?”
Draco gasped in mock horror at the accusation, his hand pressed against his chest. “I will have you know I am actually pretty pleased with this,” he said with deliberate snootiness, pointing at the article and sticking his nose in the air. However, he couldn't keep the act up when Harry snorted with amusement. “Besides," he added with a grin, "why are you complaining about my good mood?”
“Hmm,” Harry hummed, closing the Quibbler and tossing it onto the nearby table. “That is a good point, love," he all but purred, leaning in close to his mate. "I can think of much better things to do with my mouth,” he teased, nipping playfully on Draco’s jaw with his teeth.
Draco growled deeply as arousal shuddered through his body, his wings twitching with desire, and threaded his fingers into Harry’s hair when his mate made an attempt to move away. Harry responded with a chuckle but allowed Draco to pull him forward into a kiss.
Harry moaned happily against his mate's lips as he made quick work of lying them both down on their sofa. Draco gave as good as he got and kissed Harry back with passion as the dominant leaned over the smaller blond. Harry put his legs either side of Draco’s and pressed their hips together and he delighted in the moan and wide-eyed expression he got in response.
“I love you,” he told Draco breathlessly, still close enough that the smaller teen could feel the movement of the air as Harry spoke. The two of them were frozen in the moment, neither of them moving the last inches to press their lips together once more.
Draco was amazed by how quickly Harry could set him on edge, in all the right ways. He could hear his own blood pumping, his breath coming in needy gasps, and he was definitely going to blame it on the hormones but there was no way he could resist kissing Harry for even a second longer and so he leaned up and pressed their lips together. He bit gently on Harry’s lip and used it to lower them back down.
He could feel tingles in his fingers and toes; though whether it was from the magical energy transfer the intimacy was creating or simply the arousing feel of Harry leaning over him, Draco wasn’t sure. Truthfully he didn’t really care much either way, because all he knew was that he wanted more and that they were both wearing far too many clothes.
Draco still had one hand in Harry’s dark locks but the other was tugging almost desperately at Harry’s shirt. He pulled on it, freeing it from the waistband of Harry's trousers, providing access for his deft fingers to trail up the tensed muscles of his boyfriend’s back. Harry moaned as he released the blond's lips and started a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
“I love you, too,” Draco said, just as breathless as his mate. He moaned loudly as Harry nibbled and then sucked hard against his pale skin, where his neck met his shoulder; Draco thought he should probably be concerned that he was going to have a presumably large and obvious mark there for all to see, but it just felt too good to care.
Draco's slender nimble fingers managed to get both their trousers undone and hw was quite proud of the achievement, given what a good job Harry was doing of distracting him from just about everything. It was only when Harry’s knee nearly slipped off the side of the sofa that it occurred to Draco to pull his wand from his back pocket and widen the seat, which he did quickly before placing his wand on the floor within reach.
Draco lifted his hips and allowed Harry to remove his trousers and pants in one easy move, dropping them to the floor next to them, and then they both discarded their shirts in quick succession. Prior to their mateship, Draco had always believed that being naked like this, beneath his mate, would make him feel vulnerable; however, in truth, the look of pure desire in Harry’s eyes told him of the power he held, and he revelled in the knowledge that it was he who had put that expression on his boyfriend’s face.
“On the sofa. Really?” a voice from close to the door asked, catching the attention of the two boys.
Harry plastered himself to Draco’s front, using his own body to protect the smaller teen’s modesty. His wand was quickly in his hand, pointing it in the direction of the voice as they both turned to glare at the intruder.
“Blaise!” Draco yelled, in outrage at the interruption, particularly given his current undressed state.
“I just came to borrow a book," Blaise said casually with a shrug of his shoulders, pushing off from the wall where he was leaning and strolling further into the room. "I knocked but didn’t get an answer so assumed you were both sleeping, so I thought I would just...”
“Blaise!” Draco yelled again, interrupting his friend. Harry was still staring in shock, his wand still pointed towards the Slytherin and was feeling very glad that he still had his trousers on at least, otherwise Blaise would have had quite a view.
“I just thought I would pop in and get the book, that you wouldn’t even know I was...” Blaise ploughed on, as though his friend wasn’t lying naked a few feet away, yelling at him from underneath a half-dressed Harry Potter.
“GET OUT!” Draco bellowed angrily, finally losing his patience with Blaise, who was crouching down next to the coffee table and running a finger over the spines of the books stacked upon it.
“Sheesh, Draco, no need to yell," Blaise said calmly, carrying on with what he was doing. "I was going to leave once I realised you were here, but then it was kind of interesting to watch and I couldn't help myself.”
Harry dropped his head on Draco’s shoulder with a groan. “Is he serious?” he asked very quietly; his arousal was ebbing away with the intrusion into their privacy, but he was also still very aware of the nudity of his mate beneath him.
“BLAISE! Get the fuck out of our rooms; RIGHT NOW!” Draco bellowed, his eyes narrowed in anger. “Or I will see to it that you have to inform your mother that you are now tragically incapable of creating an heir,” he added, his voice lowered to a deadly, quiet tone.
The other Slytherin chuckled deeply, still calmly digging through the books on the coffee table, completely ignoring the glares of the two teens on the sofa. "Ah ha," he said as he found the one he was looking for after another moment. Standing back up, he gave Harry and Draco a disarming smile before leaving with a wave over his shoulder. “Have fun boys,” he called out cheerily just before the door clicked shut.
“Did that really just happen?” Harry asked with disbelief, lowering his wand and looking down at Draco.
“Sadly, I am pretty sure it did,” Draco said with a scowl that promised trouble for Blaise whenever he saw him next. “Anyway," he went on, shaking off his mood and smirking up at his mate, "shall we move this to the bedroom?”
Harry glanced nervously at the door for a moment, just to be reassure himself that they really were alone now and then nodded in agreement. Climbing off the couch, he offered Draco a hand up, though his expression lost all its innocence as he ogled the beautiful display of pale skin sprawled across their sofa.
Draco smirked salaciously as he got up and as he moved passed his mate and around the sofa, he made sure to walk slowly as he headed towards their bedroom. When he peered over his shoulder, he realised it was working just as he had hoped, because Harry was still standing by the couch, biting his lower lip and watching the gloriously sexy display.
“Coming?” Draco asked in breathy tones, from the doorway to their bedroom.
“Oh I really hope so,” Harry said, hurrying across the room.

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Review Responses:
ChaosLady – Thank you, he doesn’t really know if he loves him and probably wouldn’t admit it if he did. Lucius would probably considering using anyone to get what he wanted, but Severus isn’t exactly going to be a walkover.
Diddleymaz – Glad you are enjoying it. ^_^
Delia Cerrano – Don’t worry I definitely will not abandon this story, it will reach some sort of conclusion, even I am not sure exactly what point that will be at; I am playing this story far more by ear than I would like to admit. I agree that Lucius cares for Severus a lot more than he realises, and he can be a nasty piece of work, but Severus knows how to handle him.
LeaniaSTL – I think a lot of us wanted to bash Lucius’ head against a wall after that scene and to be honest I don’t think Severus is the ‘ultimate Slytherin’ but Lucius is paranoid and so is trying to understand why Severus is the way he is in the only way he knows how. Luckily Severus is stubborn and now he believes that Lucius has very strong feelings for him, he is going to make sure he gets what he wants (that being Lucius).
Nari-chan – Severus isn’t nearly as manipulative as Lucius is making him seem to be, most of that is coming from Lucius’ paranoia, but Severus does want Lucius, and now he knows he can have him, he isn’t going to let him go. Yeah, the fall out of the coming out article could get interesting.
Jan – Lucius is such a naughty boy. ;)
Diana, Alannah – Hope you enjoyed it.
Hawksinger and TheGingerClaw – Thank you.
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