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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169453 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: This is a rather important chapter as it is a missing scene from the actual story and it will clear up a lot about Harry’s changing behaviour.

Behavioural Issues

Nasta sighed as he swirled the tea in his mug around in circles. The nightmares of the cave with the Inferi were getting to him, burrowing deeper and deeper still, but it wasn’t himself being in such a position that was bothering him, it was that Harry was also there. He was not a chauvinist or a male, dominant supremacist. He knew Harry could easily take care of himself and had done so well before he had come onto the scene. He knew Harry had been taking care of himself from such a young age that it was almost second nature to the seventeen year old to rely only on himself and put only the smallest amount onto others and he had tried to live with it, had tried to wean Harry into depending more on himself and the others, but it wasn’t working. Harry had gone through so much and at such a young, tender age that it had affected him deeply and showed unconsciously in his actions.

“Awake again?” The deep, rumbling voice of Max disrupted the early morning silence.

Nasta looked to him and sighed, looking back into his mug of tea as if it held all the answers he wanted.

Max sighed himself and sat down next to him at the kitchen table, scooting close enough that he could wrap those large arms around him, resting his chin on Nasta’s shoulder, lips brushing lightly against a stubbled jaw.

“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?” Max asked as softly as his deep and gruff voice could into the drowning silence once more.

“I…I can’t keep suppressing my instincts Max, I can’t. I want to care for Harry, I love him so much, but he won’t let us do even the basics for him! We’ve all been feeling it, I know we have. I have no idea why Draco has a hair fetish, but all he wants to do is brush Harry’s hair in the mornings and he’s denied, Blaise wants to dress and undress Harry, but Harry throws a fit, you get it easier, you like cooking and Harry lets you, or at least he used to, now he won’t even let you sort out a simple lunch without butting in and I know that’s mostly your fault, but the point stands, we’re his dominant mates, he should let us do something, anything for him, but he won’t let us. All I want is to take care of him Max, I don’t want him to have to do everything himself and it’s tearing me apart inside. My Dracken is tearing me apart.”

The kitchen descended back into silence after Nasta’s outburst and the oldest man let out a shaky breath and combed thick fingers through his black hair, tugging on it as if a small amount of pain would help.

Max eased those fingers from their grip around the inky strands and clutched that hand in his own, thinking his words over carefully.

“Harry is not a regular submissive. We have known that for over a year Nasta, we knew it before we even mated to him. Even in the meetings he was so different to all of the others and not just because he was male. Harry has had such a hard and difficult life, those beasts that were his only living relatives treated him like an unwanted sickness. Locking him away, suppressing him, stomping on every tiny piece of creativity and brilliance that Harry showed. They ignored him, cast him aside, abandoned him with strangers so they could go to theme parks and on holidays, beat him, hurt him so deeply that it has scarred him mentally and emotionally and I have no doubts that they scarred him physically before his Dracken inheritance too. He needs time Nasta. Time to get used to us and to adjust, to realise that we are not going anywhere, that we won’t treat him like they did. Yes it’s difficult to supress our instincts, but Harry doesn’t see it as something dominants feel they need to do for their submissive, he sees it as us taking away his lifelong independence and of course he’d rebel against it and tell us to stop, change is difficult for anyone to accept, especially someone who has lived a life like Harry’s.”

Nasta tilted his head to rest it against the side of Max’s, curling himself into Max’s body.

“I just want to do something for him Max, anything without him going ballistic over it and shoving me away. I need to care for him, as top dominant I need to do it, but I want him to want us to do it as well. I know that is far too much to ask of him, especially at this point, but if he’d let me do anything, shoulder his book bag, let me carry him from time to time when he’s not half asleep or in need of comfort, let me buy him gifts without begrudgingly accepting them just so it doesn’t hurt my feelings. I’m not trying to make him any less of a man, I’m not treating him like a woman, I’m trying to show how much I love and care for him by doing little things, things I want to do for him, but he won’t let me.”

Max squeezed Nasta tightly and kissed his hair, resting his cheek on Nasta’s head and rubbing his back soothingly.

“I know what you mean, you don’t have to explain yourself to me Nas, I know. It’s not about male or female, it’s about love and how you treat someone you love. To hell if I’d do the manly hug with any of my loved ones or the fist punch or slap on the back to greet any of you. I’d rather a proper hug and a loving kiss and it’s not because I see any of you as women, it’s purely because I love you and I want to show that love in an intimate way. Why must Harry be seen as a woman because I kiss him lovingly, but when I kiss the rest of you exactly the same, no one makes a murmur? If I want to cuddle and kiss Harry in public I will, just like if I wanted to hold and kiss Blaise, Draco or you in public I would, though Draco would likely sit me on my arse for daring to crumple his outfit with a hug.”

Nasta chuckled half-heartedly. “Draco is getting better. I ruffled his hair the other day and only got a small scowl for it.”

“Last time I did that I got a growl and an attempted bite, those pearly whites are lethal in his mouth.” Max grinned.

The two held one another for a bit, Max loving that Nasta was being so docile and letting him cuddle him and tuck him into his body, it took the edge off of his own instincts to look after Harry more. Everything would be alright soon, they just needed to give Harry some time to come to terms with everything, he had accepted everything far too quickly due to the number of odd and completely unusual things that had happened in his life and it likely hadn’t sunk completely into him yet that this was permanent, there was no turning back now for any of them, they had the rest of their lives together, they had plenty of time to give to Harry to allow him to adjust to his new, better, life with the four of them.

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Harry licked his lips and quietly backtracked to the stairs, sitting halfway up them. His mind was going a mile a minute and he didn’t know what to do.

He had felt Max get up, that burning heat pressed to his front peeling away, no matter how quietly, had woken him and he had realised that both Max and Nasta were gone from the bed, he had gotten up and followed Max silently down the stairs and had been about to go into the kitchen when he had heard Max and Nasta talking softly together.

He felt wretched and ungrateful for making them feel as badly as they did, he had had no idea that the things they tried to do for him were dominant instincts. He knew they weren’t trying to take away his independence, though sometimes he did think that they thought he was a delicate girl, though apparently that wasn’t the case. He couldn’t help thinking that way though. All of them, except perhaps Draco who had been as clueless as he was about Drackens, had firmly believed they would be mated to a woman at some point in their lives, regardless of their sexual orientation, hadn’t Max admitted that he had thought the best he was going to get in life was another male dominant with his female submissive? They had been preparing all their lives for having a female submissive and they got him instead, was it so farfetched to believe that they sometimes got mixed up and treated him more like a girl because they had grown up thinking that he would be a girl or was it just him? Was he reading too much into their actions and intentions when he should just enjoy the attention? Was everything they did just innocent instinct and he blew it completely out of proportion at the perceived threat to his maleness and independence?

Harry buried his face into his hands and breathed in deeply, bending down to cradle his body with his knees. He loved all four of his mates and he wanted them to be happy, he wanted to care for them as well and they let him fuss over them, let him fiddle with their robes and ask after their health if they so much as cleared their throats or sneezed. They let him care for them, why wouldn’t he let them do the same? He snapped at them if they asked him how he was, shoved them away if they tried to fix his robes or hair and huffed if they fussed over him. He hadn’t realised this until now and he felt terrible for it. They didn’t think what he did for them made them women or weak, they saw the actions for what they were, warm and loving concern, why had it taken for him to listen to a private conversation by a door for him to figure it out? Was he that thick headed that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him or read those he loved to the point where he could determine if they were just being loving or trying to supress him. But no, his lovers would never try to suppress him; didn’t Nasta encourage him at every turn? Didn’t Max compliment all of his decorative cooking skills as he presented another perfectly decorated cake or cookie to him? Didn’t Draco praise him on his schoolwork, particularly his mark in DADA and didn’t Blaise inspire him to be his very best at everything he did? They were building him up, emboldening and motivating him to be the very best that he could, because they loved him, because they wanted him to be him, because they wanted to love and care for him in return.

Slipping back down the stairs, Harry made sure to make enough noise so that the two in the kitchen knew someone was coming down and made himself stumble through the kitchen door.

“Harry? Are you alright love?” Max asked him, standing up.

Harry waved him away before he could stop himself and mentally beat himself over the head. It was that behaviour that he wanted to stop and he forced himself to take notice that Max slipped unhappily back into his chair and he and Nasta shared a look. Just yesterday he would have been oblivious to this and it made his heart ache to know he made them so unhappy with his actions and behaviour.

“I just needed a drink and I noticed neither of you were in bed, so I came downstairs instead of going to the bathroom. Are you alright?”

“We’re fine.” Max assured and Harry could see the petty revenge in his most favourite answer when asked how he was, because neither of them would be down here if they were fine.

Harry let it go and got a glass from the top shelf that he needed to really stretch to reach and filled it with water from the tap.

“None of the kids have woken up?” Nasta asked his voice thicker than usual which was a likely sign that he had only just held back tears at one point this night.

“Not yet. Braiden missed a feed, so it’s likely he’ll sleep until morning, Leolin is good for another twenty minutes and Draco handled Farren and Tegan just before I came down.”

The kitchen descended into a stony silence as the three of them ignored the obvious tension in the room as Harry finished off his glass of water and put the glass in the sink.

“I’m heading back up; don’t stay up too long okay?” He told them before heading to the door.

“Harry?” Nasta called after him, Harry stopped and turned around and looked at Nasta curiously, wondering if his oldest mate was going to bring up the conversation he had had with Max after all. “We’re heading up now, can I carry you?”

“Why?” Was the automatic response that he didn’t stop only because it would have been obvious something was wrong if he gave in too soon.

“I know you have legs and like to use them.” Nasta answered wryly. “I don’t have a reason Harry, I just want to.”

“Okay.” Harry answered.

“Okay? Just like that?”

“You asked.” Harry pointed out and held a hand out for Nasta, who stood up and hugged him tightly, before picking him up and settling him on his hip.

Harry ignored every instinct that said he looked like a child being carried by his Father, every thought that this was childish and babyish and that he was a grown man with six children upstairs and let Nasta carry him without a word, without a murmur of complaint, because it was what Nasta wanted to do, because it made Nasta happy, everything wasn’t always about him and he’d have to learn that and soon if he wanted to keep his mates happy.

Perhaps there wasn’t an alternative motive in everything they did, perhaps they really did just want to look after him and do little things for him every now and then, it wasn’t going to be easy, and he couldn’t change a lifetime of behavioural patterns in a week, but he could try and be a little less prickly about certain things from time to time, especially if there was no one around to see it or watch him and his mates be so childish and strange, because if it made all of them happy to act this way in private, well it was no one else’s business then.

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A/N: Chapter 60 is taking a bit more time. I’m no nearing finishing it than I am to becoming Queen of the universe. It’s being difficult, though I can pump out Scaled Bits chapters one after the other if I care to try. I’m not sure what it is with Chapter 60 as I know exactly what I want to happen in it, though I’m having trouble with the filler parts of the chapter more than the main plot ideas. Just bear with me.

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