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Dragons Heritage	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50298 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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The next day found Harry waking up early, as usual, so the ravenette took care of his morning routine of washing-up and dressing himself for the day before venturing downstairs to see about feeding himself, or possibly help Molly, if she happened to be awake at the moment.
As it were the Weasley patron was nowhere to be seen, and a quick check of the time revealed that Harry was actually up especially early, which had the teen hoping that his early morning shower hadn't roused anyone from their sleep, just because he hadn't checked the time before doing so in the first place.
With nothing else to do about it other than to move on, Harry made himself a sandwich and a cup of tea, leaving them onto the kitchen table while he snuck back upstairs to fetch his book as well as the ink and quill, might as well use the time for some extra studying on himself and his kind, no?
Making himself a comfortable spot downstairs in the livingroom Harry settled down onto the couch so he was leaning more against the armrest at an angle that allowed him to rest his head against the back of the couch if need be. While he proper his legs in a way to enable him to support the book and enable him to flip the pages easily enough, skimming through what he had already read, watching the text that he had summoned before scribble along the pages until new empty pages made themselves known.
Until the rest of the house began to wake, Harry scribbled onto the pages, asking about different kinds of rituals for dominants to approach a submissive. Basically Harry was preparing himself to the inevitable of being mated at some point, just when? That would be up to today's meeting, it all depended on an answer to a question that had been bothering the ravenette for a while now, since all this began to be honest.
It was Molly's eventual arrival that had Harry close his book to greet the woman and explain the reason for him being up so early, and already fed as it were. Harry took his book upstairs and together the two began the task of preparing breakfast for everyone, Harry making it his first task to present Molly with a nice cup of tea to sip on while they cooked.
By the time breakfast was well and truly done, most of the inhabitants of the house had woken-up with only Charlie and Ron missing by the end of it, so Harry and the twins decided to go rouse them so they could all eat. The twins went for Ron, the younger red-head was less fire and brimstone if roused from his sleep. That left Harry with waking up Charlie, a task he was more than glad to take, he had a theory to test, one he had freshly acquired upon his studies this morning.
Testing the door to see if it was locked or not, which it was not, much to Harry's eternal gratitude. Stepping into the darkened room as quietly as a shadow, Harry shut and locked the door behind himself before stalking his way by Charlie's bedside. Watching the figure sleeping there for a moment.
Charlie was laid on his stomach, with his arms crossed under the pillow and his head was turned to face Harry at the moment. The cover only half-way covering the athletic body beneath it's obscurity, truly a thrilling sight to behold..
Slowly but surely Harry knelt by the head of the bed and placed his hands on the edges of the mattress and slowly began to lean in, as not to wake the other with the sudden dipping of the matress. Stopping only once his lips almost touched the shell of Charlie's ear, holding his breath by then.
”Wake up my dominant, it's time to get up.” Harry said in a low whisper, or he though he said it, but what was actually said was very different.
No actual words, not ones anyone could recognize anyway, but ones anyone could recognize as parseltongue, the language of the snakes. The low hissing flowed fluently past Harry's lips and straight to Charlie, each syllable more pronounced than before as a bit of the dracken seeped into it, making it more alluring, but clear.
Stormy blue eyes snapped open, filled with primal rage for a fraction of a second before what was in front of him registered to him and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Stretching his legs and arms a bit, Charlie let out a low growl as he watched Harry withdraw from him, a look of amusement and accomplishment plastered on the ravenette's face as he sat back on his heels, and waited for him to fully awaken.
”Morning....” Charlie grumbled aloud, his voice a tad hoarse from sleep still as he adjusted his position so his arms were crossed over the pillow and he could prop his head over them and fully enjoy the sight of Harry by his bed.
”Good Morning...” Harry replied, still using parseltongue, clearly delighting in the way Charlie shivered when assaulted by the low hissing.
”I have no idea what you're saying, but I suggest you cut it out before I do something we both might end-up regretting.” Charlie growled softly, still grinning a little.
”I just wished you good morning is all” Harry said, amusement lacing his voice, even as a small hue of red blossomed on the apples of the teens cheeks.
”That all, huh?...I could have sworn it sounded longer when you were right by my ear Harry.” Charlie all, but crooned aloud as he reached his left arm out and planted it on top of Harry's head to ruffle the mop of hair there, much to the ire of the teen.
”Perhaps you'll find one day, but until then...”Harry almost purred while his eyes closed slightly, almost to add a bit of sensuality to the teens expression while he leaned forward looking like he might just plant a kiss upon the drowsy man on the bed.
Watching Harry lean in, those beautiful green eyes half-closed, lips pursed just a touch was enough to coax Charlie into an automated reaction of flexing his arms a bit to push himself just a little off the bed to better lean in and meet the teen half-way, only to find out that his reaction was just what Harry had been after.
The moment that Charlie lift himself, effectively freeing the cover from being pinned to the mattress, Harry's left hand shot out and grabbed it, yanking it clear away and standing up fully, a grin plastered on the teens face while his left arm extended to his side, holding the cover well away from reach.
”You'll just have to get ready and head downstairs.” Harry chuckled before letting the cover fall from his grasp.
Charlie blinked, dumbfounded at the sudden chill that enveloped him, as the focus of his wildest desires was suddenly up and holding his cover in one hand with a smug look on his face. Recovering from the initial shock of it quickly Charlie let out a good, deep growl and moved to get up, sending Harry laughing to the door to unlock it.
Charlie rushed forward just as the door opened and Harry slipped out, laughing all the way as he ran into the hall with Charlie hot on his heels with an expression of utmost enjoyment on his face, although it faded quickly once he got to the top of the stairs.
”Morning Bill!!!” Harry called out just as he dove down the stairs, barely managing to avoid the aforementioned who was coming up the stairs.
”Morning Harry....” Bill returned to the greet, if not sounding a bit lost as to why the teen was in such a rush, although his surprise and wonder came to an abrupt halt once he looked up to see what Harry was fleeing from.
There stood his younger brother, naked except for the pair of tight boxers he wore, a pair made even tighter by the prominent indicator to the type of dreams Charlie must of been wrapped in prior to being awakened.
”Seems Harry managed to get you up alright.” Bill said teasingly, nodding towards Charlie's crotch while making the rest of the stairs up.
”Uhh...yeah..:” Charlie huffed, shifting a bit to try and better hide his arousal.
”Better take a long shower then...” Bill chuckled softly as he passed his brother, clapping him briefly on the shoulder before venturing off.
By the time Charlie made it downstairs breakfast was well under way and the happy buzzing chatter, clatter and eating filled the spacious room effectively. Charlie arrival halting the activities of only his father, mother as well as Ginny and Harry, out of which the three first bid the red-head a good morning while Harry gave a smile.
Unable to help himself from smiling back at Harry, Charlie moved over to the pot that gave off the delicious smell of fresh brewed coffee and poured himself a cupful before taking the cup to his lips and blowing on it once before taking a sip, a delighted sound emanating from him as he moved to claim himself a seat, only slightly aware of a pair of eyes keeping a tight watch on his every move for later use.
Throughout the breakfast, and the remained of the day the atmosphere at the Burrow was jovial, without a better word to describe it. Those who stayed engaged in various activies ranging from fooling around to reading. For those who left for work the day provided a sense of calm about it, instead of the typical feeling of pseudo-anxiety that came with having spend a well weathered day like this cooped-up indoors.
By the time afternoon rolled around Harry though it best to start getting ready for his dinner-date, yet the moment he made a move to get up and head to get himself some clothes, the twins and Ginny plastered themselves onto his side, insisting that they lend a hand in their field of /expertise.
In a clump the four made their way up to Ron's room where they split. The twins practically shoving Harry in while Ginny went to fetch the things she would need for her part in getting Harry to appear more presentable.
In half an hour the twins had managed to get Harry dressed, after having gone through just about every article of clothing that the teen had in his possession.
Harry was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white dress-shirt, that had the two or three top most buttons undone to show a bit of flesh of the neck and collarbone.
On top of the shirt was a black vest and around his neck was a red tie. One that was partially tightened on to better direct attention to the flash of flesh that the partially undone shirt offered, an article that Harry thought to remove when he left, deeming it...unnecessarily flaunting. To top off the entire outfit the finer pair of Harry's dress-robes were put on
Once his clothing was done the twins ushered Harry over to Ginny who insisted to be allowed to do Harry's hair, a request that was agreed upon once the scissors were put aside.
Half an hour later found Harry walking downstairs again with Ginny, Fred and George trailing light behind with the three last ones looking quite satisfied with themselves.
Harry's hair was done simply, the top and sides swept back and made to stay there with a bit of hair-wax, just enough to force them to their back-swept look while the back was simply combed neatly and tied down with a single red string into a small ponytail.
”My you're looking quite fetching Harry, Mister Farkas sure is lucky to have garnered your attention.” Molly commented as she entered the hallway on her way from the livingroom, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she said it, even though she still felt quite concerned about the whole thing.
”You can say that again..” Came Charlie's rumbling voice from the top of the stairs where he had stopped to look down at the sight.
Charlie was wearing a pair of black, stylish dragon hide trousers with matching boots. Upon looking closer it was revealed them to be from the set that Harry had bought the day before. A fact that filled Harry with glee, as well as a certain level of delight over the way the trousers complimented the males build.
Over his torso Charlie wore a red dress-shirt with, that's right, one of the vests that Harry had bought, this one a bit more for showing, what with a slight flare on the shoulders for width and the slightly raised collar. Around the neck and hanging on the front, neatly tucked underneath the vest, was a black silken tie.
Charlies hair was done as it was always, swept almost entirely back into a ponytail with a small fringe left to frame the left side of the face, by accident or purpose? It was anyone's guess, but Harry liked it.
”I need to consult my fashion team, it seems that my chaperon is better dressed than I am.” Harry said in mock-exasperation, while looking at the three who had helped him along.
While the three merely looked at Harry between stunned and slightly offended, before just laughing it off when harry did. Eventually the five of them made it downstairs where Molly still stood, amused by the antics of the children.
Tugging Harry over, and suggesting he take off the robes, for now anyway, so Molly could look it over, closing the top most buttons and properly setting the tie, as well as tightening the straps at the back of the vest that Harry wore, to have the article hug a bit closer to Harry's body, just to bring out the form that hid beneath the cloth.
”There, now you look like a fine, young gentleman about to set foot in the big, bad world.” Molly said once she stepped back to admire her handiwork, as did the twins, Ginny and Charlie, all admitting to the same fact.
”Thanks Molly...” Was all that Harry could say, looking at the woman that he considered a mother, giving her a genuinely appreciative smile.
From there on life went about normally and by the time that Shawn made his appearance at the Burrow, Harry was sitting at the table wrapped in a game of exploding snap with Fred, so far only Fred of the two had blackened fingertips.
”Greetings Young masters Weasley and Potter.” Shawn said politely as he made his way over to the two.
”Oh, Hello Shawn, is it time to go already?” Harry inquire, a brow arched in question while a delighted smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
”Not quite yet master Potter, I decided to arrive early to inquire if you wished to leave early to spend a while traveling on Diagon Alley.” Shawn replied, just as politely as before, even adding a small bow at the end of it.
”I see...” Harry replied, nodding as he set the cards down onto the table before looking back at the servant. ”I'll ask my chaperon if he wishes to leave ahead of schedule.” The teen added while getting up and heading to the door, only stopping there to look back at Shawn.
”And please, call me Harry.” The ravenette added from the door, flashing a cheeky little smile of his own before retreating inside.
”As you wish Harry.” Shawn said with his smile still intact, remaining standing there in attention with his arms behind his back.
”Pretty neat being able to pop in behind wards like that.” Fred spoke from his spot, casually leaning against the table while facing Shawn.
”It is indeed, but it is quite restricting as well.” Shawn said flatly, glancing towards Fred.
”Oh? How so?” Said Fred, sounding quite puzzled at that, so much so that even the usual glint of mischief in the red-heads eyes dimmed down.
”I cannot cast even a simple spell, nor can I cause any bodily harm upon anyone, even at my masters command.” Shawn explained casually, smiling still.
Fred raised a brow and leaned forward a bit with his head tilted in wonder while those sharp eyes studied the male in an attempt to try and figure out something. There were no physical indicators as to why Shawn could not do any of the things listed before, nor were there any unusual magics to be detected from brushing ones magic over the male, yet just as Fred was about to inquire further into it, he was cut short by the arrival of Harry and Charlie, both whom were dressed to go.
”Looking quite stunning Harry.” Shawn commented flatly, even as a playful smile decorated his face. ”As do you Master Weasley.” Shawn said afterwards, garnering a small nod of appreciation from Charlie, who was too taken by Harry's appearance still to really mind anything else..
”Thank you Shawn, shall we get going then.?” Harry said cheerily as he walked on over to Shawn, adjusting his robes a little.
”We shall, if you'd take my hand and I will take us away.” Shawn said while extending both of his hands to the two.
Once they were linked Shawn closed his eyes and together the trio vanished, only to reappear at a designated apparation point on Diagon Alley. Letting go of the hands he held to return his own at their place by his hip Shawn bowed casually and stepped outside of the warding ring along with the two.
For the next twenty minutes or so the trio walked along the street, a deed that worked wonders on Harry's nerves that threatened to strain and snap when put onto a spot like this. Without Charlie's influence and the casual chatter that the three engaged in.
By the time that the clock approached five Shawn had led the way along to the residential area of Diagon Alley, down along the winding street until they stopped at the gates leading to a house most grand, borderline a mansion in it's own right as it stood tall and pristine behind the stone wall.
With a tap on the seal at the center of the gates Shawn forced them to open and yield the path beyond them. Bowing at the waist and extending his arm out towards the walkway paved with a curious red stone that glinted like molten rock in the light.
The sides of the walkway were lined with a wild variety of flowers, all in bright colors and neatly arranged, and at every two yards there were archways, along which vines grew along set frames. Beyond the walkway there was a vast, even yard with nothing but grass, with the exception of small patio with sun-chairs and a table standing there unoccupied.
The walkway led over to a large portion that was paved with the same stone that the walkway itself was, but from there one could access the yard quite easily. The red stone led up, forming the stairs that led over to the massive double doors, to which Shawn walked without further words spoken. Stopping at the top of the stairs and standing by the doors, waiting for the other two to reach him before he grabbed the door handle and bowed, turning the handle at the same time.
”I bid thee both welcome to Elysium, the home of Bator Farkas.” Shawn said in ways of introduction as he opened the door, revealing the room behind them.
Harry drew in a breath in wonder of the view that opened before him. There was a small halfway of sorts leading to a large and open room at the end of it. The room itself was large and bathed in warm, pale glow that radiated from the detailed crystal hanging from the ceiling. The walls were made of handcrafted oak, a shade or two lighter than that of the floor itself, which was polished to a perfection so that you could see your own reflection staring back at you.
Beyond that the only decor in the room were the crafted wooden panels, there were no flower nor paintings hung to be seen in the first room.
At the center of the room was a table made of marble and glass. The foot of the table was of crafted marble depicting vines that wove their way froma wide base to a narrower middle before fanning out, creeping along the underside of a thick slab of glass and hooking at the edges of it.
To the left side of the room there were door leading out to the yard again, probably to the patio seen from the front. Directly opposite of the front door there was a hallway leading to who knows where, and above there was a hallway with a banister that had two holes where it would of met the wall, presumably where stairs would connect to, instead there was no such thing to be seen, suggesting that construction was still somewhat underway.
Behind the banister one could see another pair of doubledoors that would lead to a room of unknown purposes as well as the fact that the hallway led along, to both left and right, to who knows where.
To the right from the room another hallway let the way to a multitude of rooms, making it all quite apparent one thing. As big as the house seemed on the outside, it was charmed to be even more so on the inside.
As Charlie and Harry both took in the plain, yet decorative inside of the room, Shawn shut the door to the outside and moved to the nearest wall to the right of the door and touched the panel there, murmuring a word in a language that neither quest in the house recognized.
As soon as Shawn withdrew his hand the panel pushed outwards, revealing a place to hang ones robes and set ones shoes in neatly and out of the way. Yet again Shawn stepped aside and motioned for the two to put their things there.
Once done, having to prevent the hidden compartment from closing as Harry remembered something in the pocket of his robes, Shawn led the way over to the larger room, seen from the door and turned to face the two.
”If you will await here, I will go and fetch the master.” Shawn said, once more bowing politely, causing a stray lock of his hair to fall from behind his ear.
”That vill not be necessary Shawn.” Came the baritone voice from above.
Looking up Harry witnessed Bator stepping out from the room directly behind the banister, stopping by it to look down at them while adjusting the cuflinks on his sleeves.
The Hungarian was dressed in a form-fitting suit made of fine material that reflected the light well, but not overly so as to appear liquid. The jacket was closed so only a thin sliver of the white shirt beneath was revealed, not to mention of the deep red tie that was firmly set in it's place. The mans hair was neatly combed back and his jaw was shaved clean, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
”It is a pleasure meeting you again Harry, and Charlie.” Bator mused aloud before he turned to head to the left hand opening between the banister and the wall, walking calmly towards it.
”As is you Mister Farkas...” Harry said a bit unsurely as he watched the man walk towards the inevitable fall.
Charlie said nothing, merely nodded at being acknowledged by the other, but he did place a hand on Harry's shoulder when he sensed the raising dread over the well-being of the other dominant. Choosing to just watch the scene unfold before them, for he doubted that Bator would just waltz down to his own demise, or simple humiliation, quite so easily.
Whether or not it was thanks to to the calming effect of Charlie's confidence, but Harry could not bring himself to say a word, nor act in any way to warn Bator of his swiftly approaching plummet down to the floor beneath, not even when his mind was nearly shrieking at him to do something only to have it silenced by stun the moment Bator's left foot stepped over the edge and began lowering.
There was a small drop between the edge of the second floor and when Bator's foot suddenly stopped, supported by pale blue light that formed into a stair beneath the males feet. The same effect following suit with each and every step the male took on his way down, the stairs vanishing immediately after the last step off of them was taken and Bator was left to approach his quest of honor and his chaperon.
Harry blinked, dumbfounded, at the other, having never witnessed something quite like that before. With the master of the house standing a few feet away from him, bowing slightly at the waist with their right hand extended towards him, there was very little for Harry to do, but to return to the bow and take the hand offered to him. The motion was familiar, with the exception that Bator turned their hands so that Harry's was facing up and lift it slightly to plant a small, chaste kiss on the teens knuckles, earning the older gentleman the delightful sight of a blush forming on the apples of Harry's cheeks, much to the frustration of Charlie who stood in the background, observing the events.
”Quite a beautiful place you have here....” Harry began when he managed to extricate his hand and return it to his side, after motioning to the room they were currently in.
”Thank you, it is one of the more home-like in my possession.” Bator replied with a nod of his head, just prior to extending his welcome to Charlie, although their exchange was far more stiff than what it had been between Harry and Bator.
”So, where have you planned on taking me for dinner??” Harry asked after a while of silence, and to stop the two from staring each other into submission.
”I had planned that ve vould stay here, for I remember you mentioning that you felt uncomfortable in fancy restaurants and such, not to mention the brief mention of home-cooking being preferred over fancy cuisine, so I brought in the only person I can trust with such a cooking.” Bator said in a soft tone of voice, stopping himself there to see whether or not his plan was approved of.
When Harry nodded and smiled, visibly relaxing some now that they were not leaving anywhere to be publicly oogled at for the masses to spin their tales of gossip.
”Who did you hire to cook then??” Harry inquired, head tilting some as he stepped in to follow Bator as the larger male began leading them along the hallway down towards the lounging area.
”I called my mother, and brought him over yesterday.” Bator said once they got to the room.
The lounge was decorated well, a fireplace on the middle of the wall that held the doorway, with a coffee-table set on a thick, soft rug and surrounded by two love-seats and a settee fit for three, there were bookshelves filled with books. The entire opposing wall, when entering the room, was made of windows with a pair of doors leading into a greenhouse, all in all quite a relaxing place.
”Him...”Harry blurted out before he managed to catch himself, a blush forming on his cheeks, one that grew even darker at the hearty laugh that the man across from him let out.
”Yes, him, my mother is like you...a male dracken with the ability to give birth to children.” Bator explained calmly, looking at Harry keenly for his reaction while motioning for them to have a seat.
Harry could merely nod slightly, still feeling a tad tactless from just blurting something like that out, like it was a crime or something. When Charlie made a noise of amusement when the red-head walked past, Harry fixed him with a sharp glare and promptly moved to claim a seat on the edge of the settee, still holding the box firmly in his hands, missing Harry calling out in a strange language and gaining a reply in the same, but a softer, more aged voice.
Snapping from his thoughts as a glass of water was placed before him on the coffee table, Harry looked up to see the amused blue of Bator's for a while before the male moved over to hand Charlie his drink of firewhiskey.
”Harry, I voild like to introduce you to my mother...Alfred Enre Farkas.” Bator said casually, extending his right arm over to Harry, while his left indicated to the doorway where another man stood.
Alfred looked to be in his early fifties. His hair was the same shade of black as Bator's with only a single streak of the silver of age on the forehead. The males physique was slimmer than that of his son's, but still quite well built, as evident of the arms that were shown thanks to the rolled-up sleeves of the dress shirt that the male wore. A clean kept beard decorated the elder ones chin, and the deep-blue eyes, a Farkas trait Harry was sure, held a tiny bit of a mischievous glint and the edge of time. The male was clad in a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled up and a hand towel was flung carefully over one broad shoulder.
”Pleasure meeting you, I'm Harry Potter.” The ravenette said, mustering up all the manners and courage that his upbringing had given him thus far to not retreat from the pinning gaze of the other as they shook hands. The stare of a mother evaluating ones qualifications to be with their son, is truly one of the most daunting of things.
”The pleasure is mutual.” Alfred said with a small smile on his face, nodding in approve at the firm handshake he was given.
After Alfred had introduced himself to Charlie and the four of them had talked for a while, Alfred took his leave to return to the kitchen to finish up his cooking, colorfully cursing the fact that his son couldn't even boil water without burning it as he left, an act that effectively eased up the bubbling tension that had formed.
”AH! Before i entirely forget...”Harry suddenly burst up onto his feet, grabbing the box that he had set onto the settee. Moving over to where Bator sat in one of the two seats and handing the small box over.
”You had no need to get me anything.” Bator said with a nod, while his eyes remained set upon the brightest pair of greens he had ever seen as he set down his drink and took the box, chuckling softly at the quiet murmurs of wanting to do something nice in return.
Opening the box and revealing the wolf-head cuflinks sitting on the velvet pillow, the blue stones glinting up at him. Without a word Bator set the box on his thigh and proceeded to remove the cuflinks that he had previously put on and set them onto the table while he slipped on the new pair, adjusting them till he deemed them perfect. Just as Bator was about to thank for the cuflinks Shawn stepped in to announce that food the first course would be ready to be served.
The way to the diningroom was short, just down a ways the same hallway that led to the lounge. The diningroom itself was plain in decor with a similar glowing crystal mounted on the ceiling as the one in the entrance hall. The table was made of oak, the two legs that it stood on carved to resemble that of a dragon, or a similar beast with claws, as were the chairs themselves, simple with small details to captivate ones eye. Bator being the gentleman that he was pulled a seat out for Harry to take on the right-side of the head of the table, letting Charlie choose his own seat, which he did right next to Harry.
The table was set with utensils that matched the rest, plain, but with enough detail to set them apart from ones found in everyday homes. There were two sets of glasses set, one for wine and one for water and such, both were made of fine crystal that made intricate patterns on the wood of the table when hit in the correct way.
When Shawn walked in with the first course, a delicious smelling soup, Alfred was right behind them, most likely to offer insight to the food, but well before he could began Harry inquired why the man was not joining them. After a short while of debate later the male took a seat opposite from Harry, eyeing the teen with a growing sense of appreciation for the male, especiually since Harry had offered to fetch the male his utensils and such, but was held back by both Farkas men from doing so, demanded to just sit and enjoy.
The first course of food was called Húsleves, a thin veal broth with sliced vegetables and bits of meat and a bit of pasta with a plenty of spices ranging from chili to lemon, and even a dash of mint. The dish went well with Harry who eagerly engaged in a conversation over it with Alfred who gladly went over the process of making it.
After a short pause, and a visit to the kitchen later, Alfred re-emerged with Shawn and brought with them a dish that wasn't expected.
Their plates were filled with fresh pasta that had a thick layer of a sauce that smelled heavily of paprika and tomato, and if one really tried the faint smell of chili could be picked up as well. Ont op of it all were nice, big juicy looking meatballs, obviously hand-made.
Once the chef reclaimed his seat and the Parmesan cheese was passed along, the four were swept away by the rich flavor of it all, and much to Bator's eternal agitation, Alfred revealed this to be one of Bator's favorite dishes, especially when he was a child and they spent time in Italy, in Bator's fathers villa.
Once the food was done and eaten Alfred stood up and announced that he'd go and finish with desert, at which point Harry insisted that he got a chance to help, and to go over the recipes that he'd been given so far, and while normally Bator would NOT of let his intended leave his sights, it didn't take much more than a cold glare from his mother to have the man lowering his head and nodding.
While the two submissives worked their wonders in the kitchen, the two dominants were left to their own devices, the two finding their way back to the lounge where they sat and had another drink and actually managed to strike up a conversation, mainly about Harry, but still.
Once the dessert was done and served, the evening found the four sitting in the lounge the adults enjoying a drink while Harry enjoyed a cup of lemon and honey tea, the four of them talking and getting to know one another, Charlie and Alfred talking about Dragons, appears that the Farkas were one of the bigger donors for the reserve where Charlie worked.
Meanwhile Harry and Bator held their own conversation about Bator's family, the many siblings he had and the loss of one adult from the mateship Alfred had, and it was then that Harry found himself reaching a point where he had to choose, there was just one thing that he wanted to know first. Locking his eyes with that of his hosts, Harry drew in a breath and set his cup down, steeling himself for what he wanted to say.
”I might be new to all this, but....I know what you've been doing, and there is but one thing i want to know before i decide on anything.” Harry began, looking aside for a moment to gather his thoughts, jolting slightly when he felt a pair of large, strong hands grasp one of his, and looking back he was met with the clearest pair of blue eyes he'd yet to see before, urging him on to ask.
”What would make you a good choice...Why should I go with you Bator?.” Harry inquired quietly, oblivious to the silence nearby as the two other adults stopped their conversations to pay attention to the critical moment taking place.
”I cannot tell you vhy you should choose me...” Bator began, giving the hand he held in his a reassuring squeeze.
”But i can tell you this nov. Should I be lucky enough to have you in my life, there vould not be a moment vhen i vould not shov my affection, not vith money or things, but being there, holding you close when you need it, offering all that I can to chase avay to chase avay the dark.” Bator resumed, never once rbeaking eye-contact with the petit submissive that had caught his heart now.
”I vould cherish and love any and all children born of you, be they mine or another one of your diminants. The same goes for any dominant you choose, none vould go vanting for anything, least of all the safety and love of a family, this....I svear to you nov.” Bator said with a sense of finality to his words.
Where the Hungarian might be selfish and cold, he was not the type of a man to deny those he loved and cared for anything, and there was nothing he wanted more than a big family.
The smile that tugged at Harry's lips was almost painful by the end of it all, and the teen could only tug his hand free from the hold it was held in, and ignoring the slight hurt within the ocean-blue eyes Harry leaned in quickly and snapped his arms around the older ones neck and whispered a quiet thank you into the males ear.
There were very few things that could have made Alfred more proud of his son than what he witnessed here and now, for he had been worried about the male for years now, what with going without a mate and not even looking for one. Combine all that with the way the boy distanced himself from the family, but Alfred had always suspected that it wasn't quite as negative as it seemed, despite what Bator's father said.
Charlie could barely contain himself, his breathing shallow in an effort to control himself. No matter how bad it would feel he could not break his word, and if Harry would not choose him all of a sudden, he would just have to tough it out and manage, didn't make it any easier though.
After Harry pulled back from the embrace and apologized for his forwardness, earning himself a playful ruffle of the hair, the four returned to their relaxed chatting. At some point it began to rain heavily, the pitter patter of the rain on the greenhouse-roof and the many a windows dulled the sense of time of all of them, up until Alfred found a sleepy Harry leaning against his left shoulder a bit heavier than was considered friendly.
”Harry dearest, would you like to go to sleep? I'm sure my son would offer a room for the night?” Alfred inquired in a calm tone of voice, reaching his right hand over to gently run his fingers through the teens hair.
”Mmh...Dun wanna be...a bother.” Harry managed to say in between the sleepy yawns that snuck past his defenses.
”You could never be a bother Harry.” Bator murmured quietly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips before his attention moved over to Charlie. The dragon-handler looked torn between his obligation to ensure that Harry got home safe and sound, and letting the lad get his rest, even if it was on a territory that'd require Charlie to forego his own sleep to ensure the boys safety, even if there was no real danger here.
”Think Mrs.Weasley would mind if you two spent the night here? I have more than enough space to house everyone.” Bator asked from Charlie, looking at the other dominant, while Alfred moved his left arm casually over Harry's shoulder, offering a bit more of a comfortable position rest in.
”Oh, she will mind, but I rather not jostle him more than that, so I'll just have to explain the situation to her tomorrow.” Charlie said with a small smile, looking fondly over at Harry, only to let out only a brief growl as Bator got up and moved to take the boy, but a look in his direction stifled the accidental sound immediately.
”Follow me then.” Bator said casually once he managed to pick Harry onto his arms, despite the teens protests.
Leading the way to the stairs and up them, Bator took Harry straight through the double doors nearest to the stairs and through them to the master bedroom. With only a large bed taking up most of the floor-space and a couple of cabinets for clothes, the room was quite plain, with only one door leading to the en suite.
Setting the tired teen onto the edge of the bed, chuckling at the pout he was being given, more so when Charlie joined in by telling Harry that he should really go to sleep, especially since he'd been up before the crack of dawn to begin with.
While Charlie and Harry had their little bickering it fell upon Bator to procure the lad something to wear for the night, settling in pulling out two sets, one white and made fully out of cotton, one black made of silk with an intricate design of a flower growing along the right side of it. Presenting the two over to the teen, with a promise to re-size them to fit better, Bator couldn't help but feel a bit anxious over the situation.
While the cotton pajama would of been a usual choice, he'd always wondered about silk so he chose it and watched Bator shrink it down a few sizes to fit him leaner frame. Sending the two away with a bid for good night Harry undressed himself and set his clothes aside neatly folded and took care of his routine before bed. Slipping the slick material on, delighting in the unique feeling of it for a while before creeping into the bed, one far too large for a single person to occupy alone.
For a while Harry twisted and turned, his mind going from one place to another, unable to really focus on anything particular. It wasn't until Harry rolled onto his side and curled up a bit, breathing in the scent of the owner of the bed that things seemed to settle, even when something was missing still. Even still sleep claimed him easily enough, but it wouldn't be easy sleeping for this war-hero.
With Harry set for the night Charlie and Bator ventured back downstairs to join Alfred in the lounge, finding the elder seated with a drink in one hand a cigar in the other seemingly enjoying himself. Without anything to prevent it the other two joined in and for the next couple of hours the trio sat and discussed, or well Alfred discussed, the other two were left to deny or agree with the elder assumptions of the situation at hand.
It was closer to midnight that the idle chat was brought to a screeching halt by a sudden sound. A vibrant cry that was both sad and distressed at the same time, but held an undertone of need beneath itself, a sound that had both dominants raising their heads. Moving as one the two dominant stood and began heading over to the source of the most heart-breaking sound neither had ever heard, letting out a low rumbling sound to soothe the distressed one.
While the two walked, with ever quickening steps, they began to shed their human appearance to let their drackens out, sporting all of their attributes by the time they got to the stairs. Once there Charlie took a small sprint and used his wings, which barely fit in the room, to boost himself up, while Bator opted to run up the stairs, knowing full well that his wings would never fit properly if fully unfolded.
Charlie was already in the bedroom when Bator rushed in, stopping in his tracks the same as Charlie had at the sight that greeted them.
Curled tight on the dead center of the bed was the most beautiful of beings that neither had beheld before. White scales glinted in the dim light that was cast by the moon. Inky black hair was sprawled over the red sheets like tendrils of ink, some clinging to the quivering wings that were tucked in close to further shield the distressed figure beneath.
Without much though, guided by instinct alone, the two dominants abandoned their rivalries as they both moved around the bed, one on either side, continuously growling softly to assure the smaller dracken that he was safe and looked after. When none of that helped the two looked at each other from across the being, sharing a nod with one another before crawling in, careful as not to startle the submissive more than was necessary.
Carefully the two inched in close, settling down on their sides, neither daring to touch the sleeping figure. Charlie moved his left wing to drape it over Harry, while Bator moved his right to drape it over all of them, creating a cocoon of safety. Beneath their makeshift shelter the two dominants pressed as close as they could to Harry without touching him, chasing away the distress with soft croons, growls and hisses, and eventually the teen settled down.
Only after his left hand reached out and grabbed hold of Charlies forearm and his right wing extended enough to press firmly against Bator at his back, and that is where the three spent their night, bonding under the most unusual circumstances.
Alfred watched the two go, holding his glass tight enough to cause it to crack slightly. Not because he was enraged at being left so abruptly, but to reign in his submissive side that was shrieking at him to go and aid the distressed child. Never before had he heard a call like that, undoubtedly neither had anyone else for that matter, for a call like that was meant to only call in a submissive's mates, or bonded in this case, and not one like him, yet the way it resonated within the elder left very little to argue against.
”This boy will be most interesting to watch as he grows....I only hope that the lummox can reign in his possessive nature enough.” Alfred growled over the edge of his glass before taking the last gulp and putting out his cigar before retiring for the night, his mind running a mile a minute.
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