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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Another day another chapter. Actually I wanted to wait for the betad version, but so many asked me to update finally and
I’m such a nice person that I do it herewith.

To mark the occasion I dyed my hair green. Just kidding, it’s already green…
and black. Hurm… my hair is Slytherin YEAH! And I
like it!

WARNINGS: a really nasty cliff-hanger. I’m utterly sorry therefore, but
I needed to split the chapter, it was getting really long. GOMEN!

BETA: IBelieveInMaryWorth

(I love you for bearing with me.)

But before we start with the story, I’d like to answer one question I’ve
gotten.

Someone asked me, why the creature I created, the Temirith, bond if they can’t
procreate in a same-sex relationship.

Well, for me, bonding doesn’t necessarily include children. It’s not like
children are the matter of bonding. Or would you marry just to get children?
For me it’s a sign of love and affection and of trust. Trust in oneself and the
relationship you have. For me bonding is a token of love and not something
clinical like ‘conservation of the species’

I hope that explains my position. Thank you!

!!!PLEASE REVIEW!!!

Ratings are appreciated as well.

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Twenty-Two | It Just Sounds Too Incredible

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Harry
finished reading the text and stared down at the book in his hands. All of the
signs pointed at him being a Temirith – a submissive Temirith. He didn’t want
to believe it. Wasn’t it enough to be the Boy-Who-Lived? Harry didn’t want to
be a magical creature; he just didn’t want to be considered ‘special’ again. It
made him feel sick.

The Gryffindor’s stare became harder and the text began to blur. He wouldn’t
accept it easily, because acceptance would mean he’d settled with the stupid
idea of being a Temirith and Draco being his mate.

Harry gasped. Snape and Malfoy looked at him, but he didn’t lift his head.
Draco would be his mate…no, Draco WAS his mate, if Snape was right in his
assumption that Harry was a Temirith, and that they were in the middle of
bonding.

That was too much. He lifted his head and didn’t know whether he should
confront his Potions Master with his doubts or play the dumb little Gryffindor,
the role that was expected of him.

He couldn’t tell if Draco stared at him or not because his eyes remained fixed
on Snape. Either way, he sensed the nervousness and fear radiating from the
blond.

“Are you done, Mr Potter?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And? Did you notice anything?” Harry decided that playing dumb would
get him nowhere at this point.

“Sir, I think you think I’m a Temirith.” Snape nodded curtly. “And I must say,
some aspects sound quite fitting for me at the moment, but I’m not fully
convinced. After all, the potion made me do all those things.”

Severus smiled inwardly, but smirked on the outside. ‘Well done, Harry Potter’
he thought.

“You are correct, Potter, regarding one fact. The potion was indeed involved,
but not how you think. Of course, these are just theories on my part, but I
think I’m rather close to the truth.”

Harry wrinkled his brows and Snape saw that he had awoken the curiosity of the
Golden Boy. He leaned back in his desk chair and rested his elbows on the
armrests.

“After reading the article you should know by now that the heritage-changes
pass off pain free.”

Harry nodded.

“So my supposition is that the potion, which of course is actually designed for
humans, triggered your Temirith heritage or accelerated the completion…”

“But…”

Snape lifted a hand and gestured for Harry to refrain from speaking.

“I was about to explain that. So please be patient, Harry.”

How the Potions Master knew what he was about to ask, he didn’t know, but Harry
just nodded and waited for Snape to explain the finer details. Up to now it
sounded as convincing as him being a Temirith.

“I think that Draco was and is destined for you as your mate. Temiritha can
read their mates minds, including their dreams. I know that Draco here has
feelings for you, and he told me earlier that he dreamed about you as well.”

Harry turned his eyes from Snape and looked for the first time at the blond
Slytherin, who stared at the ground in front of him with a cute blush tinting
his cheeks. Severus went on, not giving anyone a chance to interrupt him again.

“When the cauldron crashed on you and the potion reached your bloodstream, the
aphrodisiac worked on you a little differently than it would on humans. It
opened the link to Draco and instead of giving you the odd insight to Draco’s
thoughts, the potion overwhelmed you with all of the dreams Draco ever had
about you. I think your mind wasn’t prepared for such a flood tide of
information and your brain collapsed and messed some things up. It made dreams
come true.”

Snape had a hard time suppressing a snigger at his choice of words and bit his
lower-lip. Luckily neither of the boys noticed. Draco still stared at the
ground, Harry still stared at Draco.

“Mr Potter, are you listening?”

The dark-haired boy’s head snapped up and dark-green eyes focused back on
Severus Snape.

“The animalistic side of you, the Temirith, probably fought against the reality
after it had seen the dreams and forced your mind to turn dreams into reality.
Do you understand what I mean?”

Harry understood. Harry understood very well in fact. He wanted Draco because
he was his mate. Contemplating that fact made it almost comprehensible that he
had given Draco head… Blushing heavily at his own reminder, he looked down at
the floor again. The two seventh year boys sat together in front of Snape’s
desk, heads hung as though they were being scolded heavily.

Suddenly Harry’s head snapped up, before Snape could repeat his question.

“But why did the potion stop working when I’d… I had slept with Draco?”

“That, I can’t answer. Maybe now that you’ve begun the bonding, your mind
realised that you haven’t bonded yet, what would have happened if you had had
sex with Draco. And that fact adjusted the memory correctly.”

“I can’t believe it. It just sounds too incredible.”

“I knew you would say that.” It was the first time that Malfoy had spoken and voiced
his thoughts. He looked at Harry in disgust and spat every word with venom.
“Come on, say it. You believe that you’re a Temirith, but you don’t want me as
your Mate, because you’re disgusted, aren’t you? It’s just your animalistic
desire to be near me and that’s what you hate, right?”

“Eh…eh…eh…” Harry looked in shock at his venting Mate and jumped up in defence.
“No, Draco, you’re wrong. You’re wrong.”

The Gryffindor stood between his and Draco’s chair and stared at the blonde,
panting hard. He didn’t know if it was he or his Temirith side, but he didn’t
like to see Draco sad. He was the Temirith; it was a part of him. That still
hadn’t quite sunk in.

“I’m sorry, Dragon.” Harry sobbed and went over to the office door.

“Mr Potter, we’re not done yet.”

The Temirith didn’t listen and stormed out of the office. He’d messed things up
with Draco and might as well go and find somewhere to die. Draco had rejected
him. What did the book say again? One week? Well, four more days, he could hide
in a dark, lonely corner and wait.

---Back in
Snape’s office---

Severus stared at his godson with dark, stern eyes that said ‘You messed up.’
He entwined his hands in front of his chest and rested his chin on them.

“So, what was all that about? Is there a reason why you felt the need to scare
him away? I thought you’d like to complete the bond and not send him into
another suicide attempt – this time in his right state of mind.”

Draco’s eyes were unfocused directed towards Severus. He hadn’t heard what his
godfather had said. He just stared at him, completely paralyzed.

“Draco? Did you hear me?” Snape asked, a little worry wavering into his voice.

Grey eyes focused and a small smile formed on Draco’s full rosy lips and Snape
was afraid that his official godson had fallen prey to insanity.

“He called me ‘Dragon’.” Draco stated, as though it explained everything.

“And?” Snape asked with increasing fear that next time he would see his godson
it would be at St. Mungos.

“He called me Dragon when he was under the potion. It was his personal nickname
for me. Only Mother calls me that, but it sounds different and it feels
different…” the blonde trailed off. Severus breathed a breath of relief…no need
to institutionalise Draconis just yet…and didn’t manage more than an “Oh.”

The room was wrapped in silence for a moment until Severus cleared his throat.

“And? What do you intend to do now?”

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Harry wandered through the Dungeons and reached the stairs. Lifting his left
leg, he stopped suddenly half way through the motion and set his foot back down
on the ground.

Why did he run away? Was he stupid or something? The dark haired boy pushed up
the sleeve of his shirt and traced his index finger over the scar that would
remain as a reminder. He had done this to get Draco, even though he couldn’t
remember it, and now he wanted to run away? That wasn’t how he handled things.

Harry turned around in one swift motion and jogged back down the corridor to
Snape’s office. Not even considering knocking, he slammed the door open and stumbled
into the room. The Potions Master and Draco looked at him with huge, startled
eyes.

“I’m sorry to barge in so rudely, Professor, but this is important.”

Snape opened his mouth to retort, but closed it slowly again. He couldn’t come
up with a reply. The Gryffindor hurried over to Draco, flopped down in the blond’s lap and pressed a hot and passionate kiss on his
mouth. Malfoy kissed back eagerly and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist.

The kiss broke with both boys panting hard and Harry looked at Draco with black
shining pupils.

“You’re my mate and I want you, Draco.”

Draco couldn’t answer even if he had wanted to, his lips were sealed again with
Harry’s and he relished the moment.

“Ahem…Ahem…would you two stop trying to snog the living daylights out of each
other in my office?”

Golden Boy reluctantly let go of Draco’s lips and turned in the blond’s lap that both looked at their godfather with huge
sheepish puppy eyes. Severus groaned in annoyance and spanned his left hand
over his forehead to rub his temples with his thumb and middle-finger.

“Just get out of here.”

Both boys jumped up and Draco snaked his arm around Harry’s waist as he opened
the door.

“And, Mr Potter…” Both turned back to Snape “This will be kept secret from Dumbledore.
We wouldn’t want you to become his secret weapon again, would we?”

“No, Sir. Thank you.” and both boys were gone.

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Outside the office Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him further into the
dungeons, stopping once in a while to push him up against the stone wall and
try to snog the living daylights out of Harry again.

‘If he doesn’t stop soon he might actually manage it’, Harry thought, not
really complaining. They came to a halt in front of the Slytherin entrance and
Draco kissed his already swollen lips hungrily. Harry’s whole body tingled and
he shuddered.

“Are you cold?” Draco rasped, nipping at Harry’s chin.

“What would you do if I was?”

Draco let go of Harry and stood in front of him as though contemplating a
profound question, bringing his hand up to rub his chin.

“Hmm, well… I would ask you if you’d like my cloak or if you’d like to come to
my room.” He said with a dirty smirk.

Harry licked his lips and leaned against Draco’s warm, strong chest. He pressed
his wet lips gently against Draco’s Adam’s apple and heard him inhale sharply.

“And what would you do if I said I would like to come with you?” the dark
haired boy purred. This time it was Draco who shuddered.

“I…I…” Malfoy took a deep breath. “I would take your clothes off, put you in my
bed and warm you up.”

“Hmmm…Draco?”

“Huh?”

“I’m cold and I want you to warm me.”

Before Harry knew what was happening, he was lifted up in Draco’s arms and
carried to his private rooms. The Slytherin gestured to him to be quiet when
they went through the snakes’ common room and Harry pressed his lips together, nodding
to show that he had understood.

The Slytherins who sat in the common room after dinner stared at their
Slytherin Prince and the Golden Boy in disbelief and whispers spread through
the small crowd. No one tried to stop them or insult him, but he felt uneasy
and buried his head in Draco’s shoulder. Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s
neck and hummed slightly. Malfoy let out a low moan and pinched Harry’s bum so
that he squeaked.

“Stop that.” Draco hissed and went along the last floor to his room.

“But you smell so good.” Harry pouted; again, against Draco’s neck so that
another shiver ran down Draco’s spine.

With another growl coming from him, Draco kicked his door open and closed it
behind them. In front of the bed he set Harry back on his feet, pulled out his
wand and locked his door magically.

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I know, you hate me now, right? I’M SORRY. I promise I try to update quickly.

Oh, and if you’re in the mood for something sad to read try a OneShot I’ve written, it’s called ‘Bullet with Butterfly
Wings’ – it made my best friend cry, although she never cries, actually.

And you need to read the ‘Draco and Harry’ trilogy by Cheryl Dyson – it’s
amazing.

!!!PLEASE REVIEW!!! – and please, not just
complains about this evil cliffy – I know it sucks!

THAT’s all for
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