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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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Harry was studying with Luna again, ogling her more than actually studying, and trying very hard—and very in vain—to get his essay for defence done on time. “Luna, what do you see in Blaise?” He asked finally, to get the question answered and out of his head.

Luna looked up in surprise. “Well, he’s smart. Magically powerful, of course. I need that in a partner. He’s good-looking, anyone can see that. He’s sure of his place in the world and he has his masculine pride, but it is strong enough to not be wounded by the fact that I am connected to Lady Magic. He’s not threatened by it at all. It’s all a very attractive package, all put together like that.” She said with a smile.

Harry frowned. “And what if I told you I was starting to have feelings for you?” He asked in trepidation.

Luna looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. “I’d say, ‘Harry, my dear sweet Dracken, you need to pay closer attention to your charm bracelet when you drink. It also might be a good idea to invest in a hip flask to keep with you. Moody had his faults, but vigilance has its uses.’ That’s what I’d say.” She finished.

Harry frowned, but took the gentle rebuff well. He simply turned back to his work, determined to watch his charm bracelet at breakfast the next morning.

Luna didn’t hand out useless advice, after all.

*****

At breakfast, Harry picked up his goblet of pumpkin juice and sighed as he looked at his glowing charm bracelet.

Love potion.

He picked up Tom’s cup of tea and shook his head wearily. “You can’t drink that.” He said.

Tom frowned. “Why?” He asked.

“Love potion. That’s why we haven’t had sex in three days; we’re both being dosed.” He explained.

Tom’s frown deepened. “Well, fuck.” He said.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” Harry sighed. “I’m so thirsty!”

Draco handed over his goblet. “Mine should be fine, My Prince, and I don’t mind sharing. You should buy a goblet that resists those kinds of things.” He said. “There are a great many potions that just require you to line the rim of the goblet with it to have an effect. They take a while to work, but two weeks is long enough for that.”

Harry took the goblet with a thankful nod and drained it, then refilled it before handing it back. “Thanks. I owe you.”

Draco shrugged. “I’d be just as lost without my mates as you’d be without yours. Just trying to avoid that.” He smirked. “Because the last thing Hogwarts needs right now is a sexually frustrated Dracken on the loose.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, best to avoid that.” He agreed. “Of course, when I find out who did this, Hogwarts will have an enraged Dracken not only on the loose, but out for blood.”

Neither of them noticed Vaisey, was about seven students down from them, rapidly paling.

Harry advised Tom to start getting his tea at work for the time being, and he made a disgusted face.

“That swill doesn’t deserve the name tea. It’s just coloured water. I’ll get something at a cafe before we go after whatever criminal we are hunting down today. I daresay I will be of no use to anyone without my morning caffeine.” Tom groused, then kissed Harry. “Be well, love, and I’ll see you later today.” He smirked. “We can make up for lost time then.” He promised.

Harry smiled. “Well, we deserve it.” He agreed. He watched Tom go, then sighed and handed off a piece of bacon to Zephyr. *This year is going to be difficult, Zeph. The fates always seem to conspire against me.*

Zephyr nuzzled him. *Do I need to burn them for you?* He asked.

*As nice as the thought is, let’s stick to adversaries we can actually see, alright?* Harry suggested.

Zephyr purred. *Just tell me where to aim.* He said happily at the thought of getting to burn someone.

*I promise I will.* Harry told him, then pointed to his last few beans. *Still hungry?*

Zephyr eagerly flew down to clean the plate.

*****

Harry learned the hard way that Zephyr should probably not have had beans that day.

He was sitting in class taking notes as the professor talked, when suddenly, there was a small explosion by his ear and Zephyr squealed and rocketed forward a bit, propelled by flames shooting out of his backside.

Harry snorted and grabbed him. *Looks like no more beans for you.* He said.

Zephyr growled, but nodded. *Sorry.* He said.

*Not your fault.* Harry told him. *Beans make everybody fart, I just didn’t know yours would have flames, too.*

Zephyr huffed. *Can we not talk about it?*

Harry nodded. *Fine.* He agreed and turned his attention back to the teacher—to find him and the whole class staring at him.

“Back with us, Mr. Prince?”

Harry nodded. “Sorry for the interruption.” He said.

“I’d watch what your Drackling eats. Clearly something did not agree with him.”

“I know what it was, and he won’t get it again.” Harry confirmed.

“Good.” The professor nodded. “Now, as I was saying...”

*****

Harry relayed the story to Tom later that day while Zephyr grumbled on his shoulder. Since they were using Parseltongue, Zephyr wasn’t completely sure what they were talking about, but by the way Tom grinned at him, he was pretty sure it was what had happened in Defence. He bit Harry’s ear—hard—in retaliation.

*Ow, Zeph!* Harry swatted at him.

*Don’t tell everybody!* Zephyr growled.

*I’m not telling everybody, just my mate!* Harry protested.

*If he wasn’t there, he doesn’t need to know!* Zephyr told Harry, then flew away across the Hall.

Harry watched him nervously until he saw Zephyr settle on Luna’s shoulder. Luna reached up and petted him, then looked over to Harry and nodded. Harry nodded back, knowing she would bring Zephyr back once he had cooled off a bit.

//He’s rather testy, isn’t he?// Tom asked.

//It was embarrassing for him.// Harry explained. //I understand, but I wanted you to know why he wasn’t getting beans anymore, in case he wants them and tried to wheedle them out of you, too.//

Tom laughed. //He won’t get any from me, love. Feeding him is your responsibility.//

//My, aren’t you a right little ray of sunshine right now?// Harry teased.

Tom’s eye twitched. //I will stab you with my fork.// He threatened.

//And end up with that pretty face of yours mussed up for a few weeks while your black eye heals.// Harry replied in a sweet tone, then added sternly, //I wouldn’t.//

Tom frowned, turning his attention to his food.

Love you. I wouldn’t want to do it, but that would be blatant disobedience, and—

I get it. Tom interrupted his mental explanation. I’m learning from those journals. He reached over and stroked Harry’s hand while he ate with his other hand. I love you, too.
Harry smiled and tucked into his dinner happily.

The bond hummed and sang between them, healing slowly as their systems filtered out the last of the love potions.

*****

“...but if it glows red, you don't have to worry. That means it’s one of the stronger love potions, and those are the ones the charm does cover. Honestly, you should have been paying attention to the charm already, Harry.” Neville said, his tone mildly reproving.

Harry sighed and nodded. “I should have. These things slip my mind too often. I don’t know how my Slytherin Hopefuls put up with me.”

“We just keep hoping our habits will rub off on you.” Theo told him.

Harry smiled a bit ruefully. “I must be a constant disappointment.” He mused.

“We love you anyway, My Pretty Prince!” Pansy said, appearing from behind a bookshelf. “We put up with you partly because of that, and partly because you’ve grown on us due to constant exposure and your inherent kindness. Even a Slytherin appreciates a good heart and a kindness done for them. Why wouldn’t we like you?”

“Even with how hopeless I am?” Harry asked.

Pansy hummed and nodded. “Even so.” She confirmed.

“I do like you guys. So, Pansy, any idea who’s been dosing me and Tom with love potions?” Harry asked.

Pansy’s eyes widened. “No.” She breathed. “Is it someone here?” She asked.

“Has to be.” Harry told her. “It didn’t start until Tom and I got here, and it started out small, so whoever it was didn’t have access to blood or hair, but that will probably change now that we are here. Thankfully, Neville says the charm will protect against Amortentia, and will turn red if it’s in my drink, so I’m not too worried about that.” He frowned. “I’m just hoping this, too, is directed at me, because if this is because Tom has lost support—”

“I haven’t heard anything like that, My Prince. The discontented murmurings from the year above us are all in favour of him. It’s still you they don’t like.” Pansy said.

Blaise came running into the library, looking around frantically. He saw Harry and rushed over to him. “Come quick! Your mate is in the Common Room, on the warpath!”

Harry’s eyes widened and he followed Blaise at a run toward the dungeons.

“What’s he doing?” Harry asked.

“Looking for whoever slipped you both potions.”

Harry cursed. “I told him to leave that to me!” He got to the entrance and hissed to open it, and the first thing he saw was Tom, wand out, yelling at the seventh-years.

“Who was it?!” He shouted.

“Please, My Lord, we don’t know!” Samantha Burke was saying frantically.

“Tom!” Harry shouted from the entrance. “Stand down!”

Tom whirled to face him. “The hell I will! It was one of them, Harry!”

Harry’s wings, tail and horns appeared and he drew in a breath. “Leave them alone. Come here. Now.”

Tom’s face darkened. “No.”

There were gasps from the assembled seventh-years as well as a few others.

Harry walked up to Tom, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him bodily off his feet, then told him. “That was not a request.”

Tom’s eyes widened as his ire cooled and he realized what he’d just done.

Harry saw the clear ‘oh, shit’ in his eyes and nodded once. “You will listen to me, and you will obey.” He said firmly, then set him on his feet. He cast a quick spell and Tom frowned, then began speaking nonsense words. He got louder, but no more intelligible, and Harry smiled. “Babbling curse, love, and it’s not going away until I lift it. You’ll only be able to cast non-verbally, and if you cast anything on my fellow students, Blaise will tell me. Remember who he is dating. Obliviating him will be detectable by his girlfriend, who will then tell me, and I will have to do worse. Avoid that at all costs.”

Tom’s face darkened and his voice spoke in Harry’s head, still in gibberish.

“Can’t understand you that way, either, I’m afraid.” Harry said.

Tom drew out his wand and wrote in burning letters, ‘How am I supposed to work like this?!’

Harry shrugged. “Inform your superiors and partner of your need for desk duty. I’m sure if you’re honest about how this happened, they’ll understand.” He cocked a brow. “Or I can announce this in the Prophet for you. I’m sure this news would warrant a special edition.”

Tom paled and shook his head.

“I thought not. See you in our rooms later. I have homework to finish.” Harry said, then condescendingly patted him on the cheek twice and left, telling Blaise, “Keep an eye on him until he returns to our rooms, will you, Blaise?”

“Yes, My Prince.” The Italian responded.

Harry passed by a gobsmacked Pansy on the way out and gave her a victorious smirk and a wink.

Pansy’s eyes shone with a new level of respect and she bowed deferentially as he passed, Dracken traits still proudly on display for the first time since he’d been on the train.

He left them out all the way back to the library so people could finally see what the rumour mill had been buzzing about since school had started.
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