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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 and Tom had to put up with their drinks being laced until Samhain, when it suddenly stopped. It was quite insulting that someone out there thought they could get between a Dracken and their mate with a mere three weeks of ingesting illegal potions. “What do you want to bet they’ve figured out it’s not working?” Harry muttered to Tom.

Tom snorted. “I’d rather keep my money, if it’s all the same to you. I wonder what their next ploy is?”

“Hopefully we won’t have to wait ages to find out.”

“You want it to happen soon?” Tom asked, shocked.

“I just want to get to the bottom of this, purposefully inviting trouble isn’t my thing anymore.” Harry corrected.

Tom hummed and nodded. “I do too, I just fear what their next idea will be.”

“Oh!” Harry clapped his hands as he remembered something. “Guess what’s happening this weekend!”

“What? I don’t think we have anything planned, why are you so excited?”

Harry switched to Parseltongue and told him, //Fred, George and Draco are going to take care of Molly! Do you want to come? I’m going along, and the babies are going to be with me, but I get to watch them work Molly over while I hold them and keep them safe. It’s not like they have anyone else they can trust to watch them.//

Tom considered that, a grin slowly unfurling on his face. //Oh, certainly, I’d love to see it!// He said eagerly.

“Great!” Harry said in English. “It’s a date!”

Tom hummed and finished his tea and the small bowl of fruit he’d been nibbling on, then bent and gave Harry a kiss before he left.

Harry watched him leaving with a fond smile, admiring the way his arse looked as he walked, and Severus walked by on his own way to class. “Wipe the drool off your chin, Harrison.” Severus told him, loudly enough for the rest of the nearby Slytherins to hear.

Harry glared at his father’s retreating back as they all snickered.

Harry snidely hissed, //Go fuck yourself!// and Severus whirled around.

“What was that?” He asked, words dripping with honeyed venom.

Harry arched a brow. “You don’t know what I said.” He pointed out.

“I know it was uncomplimentary.”

“Yes, but you can’t punish me without—”

“You are forbidden to speak Parseltongue for the rest of the week.” Severus said flatly.

Harry snorted. “You can’t do that.”

Severus hit him with a spell. “I think you’ll find that I just did.”

Harry scowled and tried to hiss “Arsehole,” but it came out in English. Recognizing defeat, Harry groaned and waited for his punishment.

Severus smirked victoriously and scourgified his mouth.

“Argh!” Harry spit out a mouthful of bubbles. “I hate you right now.” He muttered.

“That means I am doing my job as your parent, I will take it.” He said, then left the room.

All of the Slytherins were now trying to restrain their laughter with Varying degrees of success. Harry heaved a sigh and resigned himself to a very long day.

*****

Harry skipped lunch to Apparate back home, accidentally landing in the middle of Rigel’s nursing session and startling Sirius. Smiling sheepishly, he explained himself. “Sorry, I need to grab something.”

Sirius grinned. “Show me what you’re taking so I can live vicariously through you!” He said as Harry slipped into the library.

“Will do!” Harry called out. He searched the library and quickly found the book titled Spell Creation, written by one Severus Prince. He brought it out and held it up. “Getting revenge on Dad.” He explained.

Sirius grinned. “By using his own creation against him! I’m so proud!” He said. “Get back to school before he notices you’re gone. I’ll be damned if Severus deprives me of my chance to see the fallout.”

Harry nodded and left.

Sirius chuckled to himself. Whatever it was he did, it was going to be good.

*****

Tom sat beside Harry at dinner and kissed him. “How was your day?” He asked.

“Awful.” Harry responded.

Tom frowned. “Why?”

“Dad cursed me so I can’t speak Parseltongue! For a week!” He exclaimed.

Tom hummed. “Well, we need to have a little chat with him after we eat, I think.”

“I agree.” Harry said in a huff.

“We need that ability to covertly converse tonight.” Tom said.

“We do. Now shush.”

“Don’t shush me!”

“Shush.” Draco said.

Tom’s eye twitched. “I will kill you!”

Draco shot him a look that clearly said, ‘if you ruin tonight for me, death would be a sweet release for you,’ and Tom fell silent.

“Fine.” He relented.

They ate and went to wait in Severus’ rooms while the man finished his meal.

Harry immediately propped his feet up on the coffee table, intent on annoying his father as much as possible.

“Harrison, if you want your father to take that spell off, needling him is not the way you want to approach tonight.” Tom informed him.

Harry heaved a sigh and begrudgingly dropped his feet. “I suppose you’re right.” He said.

They waited on the couch, talking quietly of the plan for Molly. Tom was delighted to find that her memories of all her children, save the two youngest, had been obliviated. For now, she was left to wallow in her grief while believing she was having one more baby, clinging to the last vestige of her dead husband.

“She truly believes him dead?” Tom asked.

“Fred and George have had to go and modify her memory the three times she saw him while out and about, but other than that she thinks he died heroically in the war and is now carrying the last little bit of him.” Harry said gleefully.

Tom looked supremely smug. “Those two are conniving little terrors, thank you for bringing them over to my side.”

“They didn’t need much of a push; they’ve always been a little dark.” Harry told him.

“I am glad I get to benefit from it.” Tom said. “This will be fine entertainment for the night.”

Severus came into the room and his eyes narrowed. “No.” He said flatly.

“Come on, Dad! I’m seventeen—”

“And you are still in school, where you need to keep a civil tongue in your head, Harrison!” Severus interrupted.

Harry shook his head. “Then assign detention! Take points!”

“Not from Slytherin.” Severus told him.

Harry glared at him. “Then take them from Gryffindor, that’s the side that drives me to sass you and you know it! A Slytherin has more self-preservation than that!”

Severus smirked. “At least you are admitting that.” He said lightly. “What will you give me in exchange?”

“I will not curse you to within an inch of your life.” Tom spoke up, pointing his wand at Severus. “Undo the spell, or I will make you regret it.”

Severus’ eyes narrowed. “Why is it so important to you?” He asked, drawing his wand.

“We are going with the twins and Draco tonight, in order to watch them enact their rightful revenge on the woman that nearly killed our Godchildren. We may need to speak to each other privately. This is the only way we can, because while Harrison can speak Dragon as well, I cannot understand it. I like the way it sounds, but aside from giving me some very X-rated thoughts, it does absolutely nothing else for me.” Tom bluntly explained.

Severus turned a little green at that. “As horrifying as that image is, I see your point. I will undo it.” He sternly eyed Harry. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t, Dad.” Harry muttered. “And I’m sorry.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t block the spell.” Severus said with a small smile. “You do trust me after all.”

“With my life, but I’m starting to think maybe I shouldn’t.” Harry added.

“Oh, be quiet.” Severus took the spell off. “You know I would never harm you.”

“You washed my mouth out with soap!” Harry announced, sounding horrified at the very notion.

“For cursing, which is a common punishment—”

“For children! Seventeen, remember?”

Severus sighed. “All too frequently. Go, have a little romp with your mate before you have to leave or whatever it is you want to do, just get out of my sight and let me grade.”

“Don’t give me a T out of spite.” Harry warned.

Severus smirked. “Don’t put ideas into my head, then.” He shot back.

Harry just sighed and grabbed Tom’s hand, dragging him out of the room and muttering, “Sex sounds really good right now.”

“Please use the Parseltongue I just gave you back for that comment!”

Harry flushed. //Yep, definitely need you to fuck this memory out of my head!//

Tom laughed loudly as the door swung shut behind them.

Harry was fuming the whole way back to the rooms, and rounded on Tom when the door was closed. “Do you want me to fuck you again?!” He snapped.

Tom grinned. “No. I want you to transform for me.”

Harry grinned back and let his tail and wings emerge.

“Mm. Do I make you… Horny?” Tom asked, tracing one of the horns atop Harry’s head.

Harry gave him a blank stare for long moments.

“What? I was trying to be sexy.” Tom said.

Harry shook his head. “Never say that to me in this form again. Bad pun. Really bad.”

Tom snorted. “Sorry, I’ll resist the urge in the future.”

Harry shook his head and quickly stripped. “We have two hours, so hurry up!” He said.

Tom sighed. “I was enjoying the view.” He complained as he peeled off his clothing, sending the Auror robes to the wardrobe and dropping the rest on the floor.

“You can enjoy the view next time; this time we are on a time limit.” He jumped onto the bed. “Get over here and fuck me like you mean it!”

Tom smirked and climbed onto the bed, grabbing a foot and using it to drag Harry closer. “Oh, I intend to.” He purred. “I’m going to make you howl like a werewolf.” He added.

Harry grinned. “Nice work-around, that doesn’t set me off at all!”

“Good.” Tom dove down and began rimming him, and Harry shouted at the abrupt start to the tonguing.

Tom licked and sucked and growled as he eased Harry open with his tongue and began to slide in fingers alongside it, thanking every deity he’d ever acknowledged that Harry was so pliant from their regular nightly activities that barely any time had to be wasted getting him ready for a romp.

“Just go, go!” Harry said as he wriggled like a worm on a hook. “Get in me and fuck me already!”

“Your wish is my command.” Tom replied, slicking his cock and casting the contraceptive spell before he sunk in, both of them moaning at the slow slide.

“Oh, Gods, feels so good!” Harry wrapped both legs and wings around Tom and threw his head back, and Tom bent to nibble at the expanse.

“You are so gorgeous! And all mine!”

“All yours! Yours! Harder!” Harry cried out, heels digging into his back as he tried to pull his mate even closer.

Tom grabbed his hair in both fists and pulled, then drew him in for a kiss when the action only elicited a loud moan. “Perfect.” He breathed against Harry’s lips before sealing their mouths together as surely as their bodies were.

They rocked and moaned, and Harry reached down to stroke himself, but Tom batted his hand away. “Come without it for me.”

“I—I don’t know if I can! Ah!” Harry cried out as Tom grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head.

“You will! Come for me, love. Let go.” He leaned down and licked a stripe up Harry’s neck. “Come on my cock like a good boy!”

Harry wailed and came, arching up to press his body against Tom’s as he set the other man off too, and they both collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile of limbs.

Harry giggled weakly. “And now we need a shower.”

“No time.” Tom muttered. “We may be late as it is.”

Harry cast a cleaning charm and got up. “Alright, dark robes,”

“Why not our usual robes for this kind of thing?” Tom suggested.

Harry looked over at him. “But what if we’re seen?” He asked.

Tom rolled his eyes. “You know the media will play it off as a few errant Death Eaters getting up to trouble. We’ll just have to wait for the hysteria to die down again. You know they will.”

Harry shrugged and grabbed his consort robes. “Fair point.”

Tom grabbed his own normal robes and they shrank them and dressed in dark clothing, slipped the robes into their pockets, and hurried to Draco and the twins’ rooms to meet them.
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