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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: This one’s for Liberty, who wanted more disapproving, healthy dominant Nasta with punishments. Happy birthday honey!

This chapter takes place between chapter 43 and 45. So in the summer holidays before Harry knew he was pregnant again, but after Braiden was born, so mid-august some when.

Crossing the Line

It had been a good morning, right up until he had gone downstairs and found Blaise gulping coffee like a man dying of thirst would gulp cool water. Nasta scowled heavily and moved to take the mug from Blaise, who allowed it, only for him to take Harry’s mug from him and start drinking that, a subtle sniff revealed that that mug also contained coffee and he scowled at Harry as well, who gave him an innocent smile.

Nasta’s frown lines became deeper and he took that mug as well and dumped it into the sink before turning to Max.

“You need to stop buying coffee with the groceries.” He almost ordered.

“If I didn’t buy it he’d only go and get it himself.” Max refuted. “He’s not a child, he knows perfectly well how to go and buy a jar of coffee.”

Nasta growled and swiped a hand through his hair. “No more coffee today!” He snapped at Blaise and Harry, the former who wasn’t listening, the latter who looked a bit sheepish. “Too much in one go is damaging your health!”

“So you’ve said a hundred times. I just want my fucking coffee! I don’t care what it’s doing to my health!” Blaise snapped back and left the kitchen in a huff.

“Ignore him; it’s his time of the month, he’s been pissy since he woke up.” Draco told them distractedly as he read the paper with Max, mug of tea in one hand.

“It would be his Father’s fortieth birthday today.” Harry reminded them all softly as he cradled Braiden gently.

“Shit.” Max breathed. “I forgot.”

“Blaise never.” Harry told them with one eyebrow raised.

Nasta blew out a breath. “I’ll go and speak to him, but no more coffee Harry.”

“Swear.” Harry replied back distractedly, going back to committing his son’s face to memory.

Nasta found Blaise in the bedroom, sitting on the bed with an old photo in his hands. Nasta walked to him and sat beside him, the photo showed a very good looking man with a slim build. He looked so much like Blaise that it wasn’t hard to figure out who it was.

“I’m sorry I snapped love.” Nasta admitted into the silence of the room. “And I’m sorry I forgot what today of all days meant to you.”

Blaise was quiet for the longest time, if anyone other than Nasta were sat beside him, they would have believed that Blaise was dismissing him and rejecting his apology, but Nasta was quiet and reclusive himself and knew all too well what the soft silence meant. If he wanted to speak, Blaise would speak, there was nothing left that needed to be said on his part.

“I wish I had had the chance to know him.” Blaise whispered oh so softly that Nasta had to strain to hear him. “I want to know what he thinks of me, how he would feel about me and my choices in life, I want to know what he thinks of Braiden, I just wish I could speak to him.”

“I know how you feel Blaise. I never had the chance to know my Mother. She died during childbirth. I wonder constantly about her, what she would look like now, if she would love me, approve of the things I’ve done and become, if she would like you and Harry and the others, would she like Braiden or any other children we might have? I’d advise you to ask your Mother, she knew him the best, like my Father helped me when I was curious about my Mother. It’s Harry that has it worst, he lost both of his parents before he got to know them and no one really seems to know what they’d think of his choices, he has Remus to turn to, which I’m glad for, but Harry lost his parents, then his Godfather and he needs someone who knew them all to help him through it, but Remus has that thing with Tonks and Molly was making murmurs about marriage and Harry didn’t even know, Remus is treating Harry like a child who can’t think or understand adult things, though I don’t think Harry realises it.”

Blaise sighed and lay back. “I noticed, he treats Harry with kid gloves and looks at us as if we’ve stolen Harry’s virginity and corrupted his virtue. Harry was sixteen when we first had sex; I was already seventeen, already considered a man, perhaps that had a hand in his behaviour?”

Nasta lay back and slipped an arm under Blaise’s neck, pulling him to cwtch into his side.

“Harry was of a legal age to give his sexual consent; I don’t think that’s it. I think that it was Remus was there when Harry was born love. Then when Harry’s parents died, he went away. He didn’t see Harry grow up, it must have been hard to see him as a baby and the next time he saw him he was already a teenager, there wasn’t that transition in between so its Remus’s problem that he sees Harry as a child still, not yours, so don’t blame yourself.”

“He needs to see that Harry isn’t a damn child, we have a son together! Harry is the most mature person I know! Sure he has his moments, especially when Max is around, but if anything happens, it’s like a switch immediately turns him serious. Sometimes I look at the expression on his face and wonder if it would make Dementors recoil.”

Nasta chuckled. “I know what you mean, sometimes that glare he wears looks like it could peel paint from the wall.”

Blaise laughed and turned onto his side. “I love Harry so much, I just wish he could have met my Father, that I could have met my Father and I’m sure you feel the same way about your Mother and Harry feels the same way about both of his parents. I couldn’t imagine life without my Mum now.”

“I couldn’t imagine life without my Dad or my brother, though I do miss Anga a lot. She was the only female role model I had growing up.”

“You were only sixteen when she died weren’t you?” Blaise asked softly.

Nasta nodded. “She was twenty and very proud that she had become a spell weaver. We got the visit from her manager, a spell had gone wrong and the resulting explosion had killed her instantly. We were told that she wouldn’t even of had time to register the explosion it was that fast, it didn’t really help at the time, we had still lost her, she was still gone in such a cruel way, but now I can look back and I’m glad she didn’t suffer or really know what was going on or that she was about to die.”

Blaise cuddled in tighter. “Really we’ve all lost someone before their time, maybe that’s why Harry was so drawn to us. Harry lost both of his parents and then his godfather and was thrown into the meetings only a few months after, he must have still been grieving. He chose me, whose Father was killed, he chose you, whose Mother and sister had been killed, he chose Max, who lost a baby brother and Draco, whose Grandfather died in such a way that it has permanently etched itself into his skull and left behind a fear so powerful that just the thought or mention of it terrifies him.”

“Harry has had a hard life, none of us can deny that, but I’m sure he chose us for more than just our family grievances, after all, nearly every dominant in that hall had lost a family member at some point, Drackens are vicious and violent by nature, many of them would have lost brothers, uncles and nephews in meetings over time, some would have even lost sisters, aunts or nieces. Be assured that Harry chose us all for more than our sad family history, you most of all because I don’t think you gave him much of a choice in the matter.”

Nasta nudged Blaise with a look and Blaise chuckled. “Instinct took over; I had no idea what I was doing and Harry had no idea what I was doing, we were even.”

Nasta chuckled. “Go and see your Mother Blaise. Spend a few hours with her talking about your Father, you’ll feel better for it.”

Blaise nodded and the both of them headed back down the stairs and Nasta saw Blaise safely through the floo.

He went back into the kitchen feeling happier and lighter, only to see Harry was drinking a mug of coffee.

“I told you to stop drinking coffee!” He hissed.

“I didn’t want to.” Harry hissed back, shielding the coffee from him, holding the mug in his lap and hunching over it as he tried to grab it. “It’s warm and comforting.”

“One mug isn’t going to harm him Nas.” Max tried, but the glare he got shut his mouth.

“Harry, give me the damn mug!”

“Fuck off!”

Nasta blew out a breath and swiped Harry’s hair away from the nape of his neck and laid his teeth over it. Harry tried to thrash and get him away, so he bit in just enough to get a mouthful of flesh and bit down gently, just enough to leave his teeth imprints, and growled, the sound travelling down Harry’s spine until his body went boneless and the mug shattered on the floor.

Nasta removed his teeth and pulled Harry into his body.

“No more coffee love, I don’t want anything to ever harm you and coffee does have side effects.”

Harry curled up and nuzzled him, seeking reassurance after his punishment.

“I didn’t really like it much anyway; I only drank it to support Blaise.”

Nasta rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.

“You couldn’t have done that by drinking tea?” He asked stonily.

“Blaise was drinking coffee.” Harry shrugged.

“Blaise always drinks coffee.”

“It had a strange taste to it, sharp and burny, but it settled so warm in my belly.” Harry frowned. “I don’t know what made it different but Blaise called it an Irish coffee, not just a normal coffee.”

Nasta stiffened, his eyes widening and Max choked into his orange juice, his own eyes widening. Nasta passed Harry to a stunned Draco and went to the shattered mug of coffee and picked up the china, sniffing the contents closely and yes, now that he knew it wasn’t just coffee, he could smell the whiskey in it.

“I’ll kill him!” Nasta hissed.

“Why? What’s wrong with an Irish coffee?” Harry asked, looking at them all curiously and a bit alarmed at their behaviour.

“Irish coffee has whiskey in it.” Max told him.

Harry’s eyes widened and he cupped his belly. Then he looked to Braiden.

“I’ve been pregnant for so long, I forgot that I had given birth. I can drink alcohol now.”

“No you bloody well can’t!” Nasta growled. “How dare he give you something with whiskey in it without telling you!”

“It’s just a bit of whiskey Nasta, it’s not like it was poison!”

“You could have been pregnant!”

“I doubt Blaise would have given me whiskey if he knew I was pregnant.” Harry dead panned. “He’s as protective as you are when it comes to the baby.”

“When I get my hands on him.” Nasta threatened as he paced in tight circles around the kitchen.

“It was just a drop of whiskey.” Harry rolled his eyes as he cuddled up to Draco. “Blaise is upset and he misses his Dad, he was thinking of other things, he probably didn’t realise he had even put whiskey in the jug of coffee he made, he was doing things on automatic when he woke up.”

“What’s worse than coffee and whiskey in one go?” Nasta demanded as he strode from one end of the kitchen to the other.

“Having one of those processed microwave meals?” Max put in helpfully, ignoring that it was a rhetorical question.

Nasta shuddered at the thought. “If any of you ever eat one of those meals I’ll kill you myself.”

“Like I’d let those vile things into my kitchen.” Max muttered.

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Nasta had managed to calm down; it wasn’t easy but being put on baby duty, looking after a newborn Braiden helped.

He had put the baby down for a sleep, making explicitly sure that he was on his back, that his head was to the one side, that his little ear wasn’t trapped under the side of his head and that he was to the foot of the bassinet as he covered him over lightly with a summer blanket.

He went into the kitchen after checking in on Harry and Max, who were reading together on the settee, he didn’t disturb their time together and instead just smiled at the sight and carried onto the kitchen. To find Draco in a pile of sweet and chocolate wrappers, eating a doughnut from a box that was almost empty.

He could feel a tick going in his forehead and he let out a mutinous growl and Draco looked up from his current novel.

“Just how much of this have you eaten yourself?” He demanded.

Draco raised a challenging eyebrow. “All of it. I get a sweet tooth now and then and Mother likes to send me sweets and cakes, she knows every few months I like eating a lot of sweet things.”

“You’ve ingested enough sugar to keel over a mammoth!” Nasta hissed.

“I’ll make sure I brush my teeth extra hard before bed.” Draco said dismissively, taking another bite of doughnut and going back to his book.

Nasta could feel his blood pressure spiking and he grit his teeth hard over the urge to just smack the back of Draco’s head against the table. Instead he grabbed the bin and knocked the contents of the table into it and glared at Draco, who glared back, a dusting of sugar coating his lips.

“I was eating that!” He snarled.

“You cannot eat so much junk in one go! Fine if you space it out, but one giant binge is going to clog up your arteries and kill you!”

“I’m active enough!” Draco retaliated. “My body is perfect; a broom shed load of sweets isn’t going to change that.”

“Yes it will!” Nasta refuted.

Draco snarled at him, bearing teeth and Nasta took it as a direct challenge and quickly grabbed Draco and pinned him to the table, laying teeth into his flesh over his jugular vein and carotid artery. He hadn’t meant to bring his fangs out, but the sharp pricks of his teeth stilled Draco’s struggling and he let out all the breath in his body, going still and silent.

Nasta pulled his fangs in, gave a bite to the flesh in his mouth, before releasing it to see the indents of his teeth in Draco’s neck. He pulled the blonde up and into a hug and kissed his forehead.

“Enough sweets for one day Draco.” He said softly and felt the nodding of Draco’s head against the side of his face, before the press of lips against his shoulder made him smile.

“Can I still have dessert after dinner?” He asked.

Nasta smiled. “Of course you can, as if I’d deny you dessert when the rest of us are having one. Either we all have one or none of us do.”

Nasta let Draco go back to his book and sat down opposite him, pulling the morning paper towards him, with everything that had been going on today; he hadn’t had a chance to read it yet.

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Blaise came home just before dinner and Nasta greeted him from the living room. He didn’t have to bring up the whiskey from that morning though as it seemed Blaise was very thoroughly drunk and he reeked of expensive wine, though the tear tracks on his face alarmed him, it wasn’t enough not to call him on his drinking habit of today.

“How much wine have you had?” He asked, rushing to catch Blaise as he toppled over.

“Three bottles maybe. Mum kept calling for more as we talked.” Blaise giggled then, actually giggled and Nasta sighed. Blaise wouldn’t even remember their talk if he said anything when he was in this state.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He relented.

“I’m hungry.” Blaise pouted. “I haven’t eaten today.”

That gave Nasta a headache. Blaise had had nothing but coffee, whiskey and wine all day with no food. He was going to have to have a talk with Marianna, how could she let her son get into such a state?

Nasta supported Blaise to the kitchen and almost had a heart attack as he saw what Max had actually made for dinner.

“Are you kidding me?” He growled as he watched Max load a plate with chips and greasy burgers, not even room on the plate for a side salad, not that Max had made one.

“Harry wanted it.” Max shrugged. “One meal isn’t going to kill them.”

Nasta swore that if he heard that line once more today he was going to lose it, he could feel the blood pounding through his temples and he had to clench his hands into fists to keep from lashing out, this was the last straw; his mates had crossed the line now.

“Do you think this is acceptable?” He demanded of them all as he dumped Blaise roughly into a seat next to Draco. “Gorging on sweets, drinking until you can’t stand, eating enough grease to paste wallpaper up? This is not acceptable!” He screamed.

“It’s just a burger.” Harry pouted. “I’ve been pregnant for months, eating nothing but healthy food; I just wanted something greasy to eat. Just once.”

“You said that about the breakfast you made, just the once you said.”

“I did only make it once.” Harry pointed out.

“I was talking about the unhealthy meal.” Nasta growled.

“How about I make the healthiest meal you can think of tomorrow?” Max compromised.

“Oh you are not even going to be able to sip anything without me knowing what it is tomorrow.” Nasta promised. “I’ve never seen any of you be so unhealthy in one day before.”

“It hasn’t ended yet, wait until you see what I got for dessert.” The smile on Harry’s face made Nasta’s stomach drop.

He collapsed into a chair and breathed evenly and deeply, but the grease from the food he was supposed to eat was making him feel nauseous and he only managed to nibble a few chips and take a bite or two from the bun of the burger, there wasn’t even lettuce in it.

Harry presented the most sickliest looking cake Nasta had ever laid eyes on after they were done. It was three layers of chocolate and fudge buttercream; of course Harry would have made a chocolate fudge cake if given half a chance.

He was given a small portion for which he was thankful, he kept his eyes on his plate and didn’t watch the others as they devoured their large slices of cake, because if he watched them he was going to tie all of them up and lay his teeth into their necks.

Max cleared up and Harry moaned that he was so full he couldn’t move. Blaise looked like he had gone to sleep on the table top and Draco was feeding Braiden. He was the only one feeling like he would vomit at any sharp movement, he was the only one bothered by what he had just eaten and he was not going to let this slide. He couldn’t.

As they all climbed into bed, Nasta made sure to position them carefully, then he turned and pulled out all of his Dracken attributes, he bit the same mark onto each of their necks, ignoring their protests and he demanded that they never have such a bad day as this again, that they had crossed the line and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

Harry defiantly glared at him and Nasta bit the other side of his neck until Harry’s body went floppy and boneless and he had a little submissive cuddled in his arms apologising. Blaise Nasta could understand, he had slipped a few times when he had been thinking too heavily about his Mother, so he left him alone mostly and let him sleep, Max took the punishment graciously and curled up around Blaise, but Draco glared at him like Harry had and Nasta slipped Harry behind Max to cuddle up and pinned Draco’s wrists to the bed, kneeling on his legs to keep them still and he bared his teeth, fangs and all, right into Draco’s face, reminding him that he had had the same teeth in his neck, right over his main vein and artery, just hours ago.

Draco turned his head, offering the same part of the neck he had bitten earlier and Nasta nudged his head to rest on the other side, giving a quick bite to the unmarked side, giving him a different lesson, you do not go against me.

Draco settled down next to Harry and when Nasta tucked away his wings, fangs and claws and settled down next to him, Draco turned around and curled up to his chest. Nasta smiled and combed fingers through that silky blonde hair until the breaths against his chest evened out and he joined his mates in sleep and he hoped to the very bottom of his heart, that for his sanity, they never crossed the line with him again.

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A/N: Yes, before anyone asked Harry was unknowingly pregnant when he drank the Irish coffee. He was about a day pregnant though and with the fight Harry had had with Amelle, all knowledge of him drinking a few sips of whiskey laced coffee flew from their minds.

No I do not condone drinking while pregnant, but I am also aware that people do drink when they are unknowingly pregnant and I’ve known people to have drunk all though out their pregnancies, which I frowned heavily on, but it wasn’t my baby, none of my business. Harry drinking a few sips of whiskey did not harm the Quintuplets, did not play any part in their early birth and was not what caused Leolin to be a Faerie, it had no effect.

Chapter 60 is going to be posted tomorrow morning I hope. There is an excerpt from it on my facebook page if you can’t wait that long, but I am aiming to have it done and posted by tomorrow, if not, it’ll be Monday/Tuesday.

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