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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 28: Malfoy Manor
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Harry slumped down on his chair next to Ron and Hermione. He was almost too late for their first class, Charms because he had forgotten to send Oscar to every member of the Order of the Phoenix the day before. He couldn't say how many of them would have time for a meeting at such short notice, so he had sent the message along that it was not an emergency meeting, but he hoped that at least Kingsley, Tonks, his godfather, Lupin and the Weasley’s would be there, they were after all the ones mostly involved with the cleaning of the cursed houses currently.
"Why so late?" Ron greeted him. "Was your little date with ferret face so good that you spent the whole night together?" His friend waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making clear that it was only meant as a joke.
Harry scowled as expected of him, which wasn't really hard to do and told him: "No, he luckily left before curfew, but I forgot to tell Oscar that he needed to invite the Order Members for this afternoon, so I had to skip breakfast."
"Order meeting?" Hermione asked curiously.
Nodding, he explained: "I was at Potter Manor yesterday and the people asked when they would be able to return to their houses."
"It's understandable," Hermione agreed and then asked: "So, when will everybody be at Grimmauld Place? You still haven't told the new members; should I tell them that they are to come to your quarters?"
Harry cursed because he had forgotten that as well; slowly he started to doubt that he was a good replacement for Dumbledore. "Yes please, quarter to three would be good," he told her and his bushy haired friend pulled her galleon from her pocket, before tapping it.
"So, how was your evening?" Hermione asked him after she was finished with the spell.
Sighing, he told her: "It was not as bad as expected. We played chess the whole evening and didn't talk much. I think that was the main reason why it was bearable."
Ron made a face: "Still, I wouldn't want to spend so much time with Malfoy, not even while playing chess. Is he any good?"
"He is, but his style is quite similar to Lucius', so I could hold my own," Harry grinned.
"Did you win?" Ron asked curiously.
"No and I don't think I ever will, but it was still far better than sitting with him in the Three Broomsticks and not knowing what to talk about," he said.
"I can imagine that," Hermione muttered and he smiled at her.
It was rare that she openly disliked someone this much, even Draco, but his behaviour in the last weeks had obviously been too much, even for her good-natured character. That would of course only make things more complicated after they had finally mated and he was ready to tell his friends, but for now he was glad about her support.
"Will your dad force you into one of those meetings again this evening?" Ron asked.
"Yes, but I don't know when exactly. Lucius wants to come along this time, so it will probably not be before the Order meeting as that has priority," he scowled, still not really sure what to think about going to Malfoy Manor. Originally he had been curious about his future home, but Draco's look last night had made it clear that his second dominant didn't want him there.
Draco had said nothing as expected, but the hardening in his eyes had been enough to convey the message. But that didn't change the fact that he would live there in less than three years and that he still had to introduce himself to the House Elves as their new House Lady. By now the creatures were most likely very agitated, because he had put it off for so long, so it really was good that they would go. But still, he hated to intrude into a home where he wasn't truly welcome.
"Well," Hermione said and pulled him from his thoughts. "Maybe it will help if Professor Malfoy is there."
"I hope so, too," he mused. "I honestly have no idea what to talk about with his son, but maybe I will now after this evening."
Professor Flitwick came out of his office and they ended their conversation for now and turned to listen to the small professor.
"Good morning class," he squeaked in his high pitched voice, before starting his lesson.
"We discussed the basic theory of how to pour magic into an object in the last few lessons, today I want you to put this knowledge into practical use," he told them and with a flick of his wand a teapot appeared on each table.
"These teapots will not have any personal touches like a real magical artefact, but if you do the charm right, it should hold your magic inside. The personalization will be discussed with Professor McGonagall after Halloween if I remember correctly, so for now we will concentrate on this part. Please begin."
Harry sighed in relief. The theoretical lectures had become a real torture for him. In most subjects he knew the theory already, even in Potions partially, thanks to the magic of Malfoy Manor and the Knowledge Ritual. It had been more than boring to sit through so many hours of theory that he already knew by heart.
To be honest, the first theoretical lesson on that subject had been very interesting; he could still remember it very well. It had been the day when he had brought back Draco after all, but when he had listened to the second lesson, he had realized that the Manor Magic must have done some work overnight, because he had suddenly known everything that could be known about the construction of a magical artefact.
Hermione had raised her hand and Flitwick motioned for her to speak:
"Professor, what shall we make the teapot do?"
The little professor giggled, an odd sound coming from an rather old looking man, and told the class: "Feel free to use your imagination, but if you make the teapot run or dance, I would advise to give it some legs beforehand, or it will not work, even with enough magic inside."
Harry nodded with the rest of the class and pulled his wand from his pocket.
"Do you know what you want to make it do?" Ron asked with a frown at his own teapot.
Shrugging, Harry examined his own and thought about it for a moment, before answering: "I don't know, but I would like to give it a personal touch with the spell."
"I think I will let my pot dance," Hermione told them and with a flick of her wand a second pot appeared and with another, they had short legs and arms.
"Maybe I could make it talk?" Harry asked no one in particular.
"And how is that personal?" Ron asked back. "Unless you make it talk in Parseltongue."
His eyes widened in excitement. That would be awesome if he could make it talk in the snake language. He could give the pot to his father; as Head of Slytherin house he would surely like it.
"That will be really complicated and probably require a lot of energy, at least if you want it to say more than the same sentence over and over again," Hermione told him.
"He has more than enough magic," Ron pointed out and Harry decided to give it a try at least.
Pointing his wand at the teapot, he muttered the charm to transfer his magic into it. Hermione had told him that he would need a lot of power to make it actually speak, so he let his tight grip on his magic go a bit. And in the next instant his teapot exploded.
Only Hermione's quick reaction saved Ron and her from seriously getting injured and himself from being found out by quickly healing cuts as she raised a shield just in time to block the flying shards.
"Thanks, Mione," he said with a sheepish grin.
His friend only rolled her eyes and said: "I didn't mean that you should put all that magic inside at once."
"Did you plan on killing us?" Ron muttered, his arms still raised in a shielding gesture.
Flushing, he muttered a summoning spell for all the shards and then a repair charm, just before Flitwick's concerned voice asked: "Is everything alright Mr. Potter?"
Harry looked around but couldn't see the professor, until he appeared behind his stack of books from which he must have fallen.
"Um... sorry Professor, I think I overdid it," he stammered, feeling ashamed for having drawn all the attention to him again.
"Definitely Mr. Potter, so be a bit more careful next time," the professor said with a friendly and reassuring smile.
Concentrating once more, he repeated the spell and this time the teapot didn't explode. He held the spell for about a minute, concentrating on what he wanted to achieve, and then lowered it.
"Did it work?" Ron asked with a look at his still very silent teapot.
Shrugging, Harry said. "I don't know, maybe I should test it?"
Ron nodded and advised him: "Just poke it, but not too hard."
Hermione rolled her eyes again and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like boys, but didn't take her eyes from her own two teapots, which were wobbling on their legs by now.
Poking his own teapot, Harry started at the exclamation of "Ouch!"
"You did it," Ron said with a grin.
"But it's not in Parseltongue," he argued.
"How did you think it would be able to speak that language anyway?" Hermione asked. "I mean, even the spell is in English."
Frowning, Harry threw a Finite at his teapot and shook his head. "I don't know. I have done Parcelmagic only once, to um... secure Privet Drive," he said with a pointed look and he could see that his brainy friend remembered what he had told her about it.
"What did you do last time? Was there something special about the spell?" She asked.
Trying to remember himself, Harry told her: "Well, I used my blood, but that was probably for the ritual and not for the spell... the spell itself was in Parseltongue."
"Then try it again in Parseltongue," Hermione suggested nonchalantly.
"How?" he asked, feeling a bit stupid now.
"Just translate it," Hermione said.
He needed a moment to translate not only the words, but also the meaning correctly; Parseltongue was after all a language of animals and was quite a bit different sometimes, before pointing his wand at the pot again. But this time nothing happened.
Getting frustrated, he huffed before repeating the spell again and then suddenly:
"Stupid class, and the teacher looks like a little troll."
Harry blinked at his enchanted teapot in utter bafflement.
"What did it say?" Ron asked; his eyes fixed on the pot.
"Shut your stupid trap, you ugly redhead," the pot hissed.
"It curses," he answered dumbfounded.
"It curses?" Hermione repeated; her eyes huge.
He only nodded, as he listened to the colourful insults his teapot threw at every student by now.
Hermione looked down at the china and then said carefully: "Maybe you should just stick to normal English, before..."
She was cut off by Flitwick's voice, who told them: "Please put a piece of paper with your name on it into your teapot and bring it to the front."
Wincing, Harry wrote his name down and said: "At least he cannot understand it," before taking it to the front. As long as Voldemort didn't get his hands on his teapot, it could curse as much as it liked.
After his friends had disposed of their teapots as well, they left the classroom and went up to DADA.
Normally they would have Herbology right now, but Professor Sprout was on a Conference for Herbology Masters and Dumbledore had decided that they would have DADA instead after they had nearly no chance of practicing yesterday.
When they arrived, the classroom was already open and Draco motioned for him from the top of the stony stairs.
"I think I have to go up there," He said with a long sigh and jerked his head in the direction of his mate. He really would like to practice with his friends again.
"Will you really practice your basilisk for now?" Ron asked and gave him a worried look.
"Don't know. I think I have a second creature form as well, maybe I'll be lucky and we will train that one first," he mused, hope evident in his voice; he really wouldn't be sad about taking another day to get used to the idea of transforming into a giant and very deadly snake.
"You have a second creature?" Hermione asked curiously. "What is it?"
"I don't know, yet," he said before Draco interrupted them.
"Get up here, Potter!" the older boy shouted with a pointed glare at him.
Sighing, Harry waved goodbye to his friends as if he was never going to be seeing them again, and then climbed up the stairs.
His mate closed and sealed the door behind him, glare still in place, whilst he simply went to the seat he had occupied the day before.
"So, Potter, do you think you have a second form?" Draco asked as soon as the blonde had sat down as well.
Harry sighed. He didn't want to be so close to his mate. The atmosphere around them still seemed very tense as they had still not discussed Draco's insult from the day before and it still hurt. Maybe he should have talked with his second mate on their date the evening before after all?
But he still was of the opinion that it would not have made anything better, nor would it have gained each other an understanding about the other.
Right now it couldn't be helped regardless. Lucius expected them to work on his creature form and he had the suspicion that it would be a cold day in hell before Draco was willing to talk about anything anyway, so he just told him: "I think so."
His mate lifted an interested eyebrow but said nothing, so he asked: "What’s wrong with that?"
"It is rather unusual to have two core animals, even for a multimagus," Draco explained nonchalantly.
Not knowing what to reply, Harry simply said: "Oh."
"You should find out what your other creature is so that father and I can work out a plan for you to train your new powers, before actually transforming into a basilisk again. I will transform into my dragon form again, to make sure that you do not escape this time and then you can start with your meditation," Draco told him and gave the rather small office a doubtful look.
"Will you fit into it?" Harry asked, following his gaze and deciding that he could at least pretend as if nothing stood between them once again when they had to work together. Maybe trying to ignore all of Draco's hurtful remarks was the way to go about this bond? But he knew that he would never be able to do that and besides, Draco's insult had not been the most hurtful thing about his behaviour yesterday.
"It will be like putting something into a too small cardboard box, but I should fit, dragons are quite flexible," his mate said and then transformed.
Shimmering scales appeared on his mate's skin and his body lengthened, stretched and curled around and above him until the silver-white dragon with the ice blue mane filled the whole room, his mate even had to crouch under ceiling to accommodate him in the tiny space.
His huge head rested directly in front of him and he watched in fascination as the shimmering eyes blinked calmly at him. So beautiful; his mate was so beautiful, regardless of which form he was in.
"So beautiful," he repeated the words out loud, not really aware of it, or he would have held his tongue before admitting something like that, but it was true all the same: Draco was as gorgeous as a dragon as he was in human form His scales reflected the light like shimmering ice, his eyes were clear like the blue sea and his body seemed so strong and lean.
Suddenly all his anger at his second mate was forgotten for the moment and without even realizing it, he stretched a hand out, until he could touch the body just in front of him. A shiver went through Draco and that was when he finally snapped out of his trance again.
"I... I am sorry," he stuttered and heat rushed to his cheeks in embarrassment. Draco looked at him with those intense, unblinking eyes and Harry grew even more ashamed. "I... I... will just start meditating," he said and quickly closed his eyes to hide from the situation and those eyes, which had seemed to draw him in.
It took him nearly as long to reach his meditative state as last time. The quick touch of Draco's body had sent a tingle of magic up his arm, similar to what he had felt yesterday in the Entrance Hall, but not as strong. It was as if his magic wanted to encourage him to do something about their unfulfilled bond. His heart was still racing as those addictive tingles spread through his system and made every single cell sing with pleasure. Without wanting to, Harry wondered what touching his mates would feel like after their bond was completed, and when Draco and Lucius would touch him simultaneously. A shiver threatened to go down his spine, but he quickly squashed it before Draco could notice anything. He didn't need his second mate to know what kind of fantasies he had. He would not give Draco the satisfaction of knowing that he desired him despite all his foul and hurtful words.
Pushing the embarrassing thoughts to the side, he forced his body into stillness and after some more minutes, he once again finally stood in front of his magical core. The part which resembled his Parseltongue had actually taken on the form of his basilisk and was now winding itself around the rest of the core. He greeted it quickly with a mental hiss and then concentrated on the other power.
It felt strong as well, but in a different kind of way; more pure and innocent and not as cold as the giant reptile, but warm like the sun. As he found the power in his core, he saw that it was as clear and bright as light and a feeling of deep love, happiness and weightlessness nearly overwhelmed him. Only at second glance did he see black veins pulsing in the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Frowning, he looked at the veins. Somehow they didn't seem to fit into this beautiful place.
Concentrating more closely on the sensations, he suddenly saw an image flashing in front of his inner eye: His mother, smiling at him, holding him, singing to him. It was the image he had first used for his patrons.
His eyes widened. Could his second form be a Patronus? But weren't they spells and not actual beings? He pushed that notion to the side; if something unlikely was supposed to happen then surely it would happen to him. But there was another question which concerned him even more: Weren't Patroni embodiments of love and the purest kind of feelings? So what did the black veins mean? Another image flashed through his mind, this time of his father, holding him protectively and with a glint in his black eyes that told him that the man would do anything to protect him. Anything, with no exception. And hadn't he himself had that realization as well? Back at Privet Drive when Lucius had asked him if he would do anything to protect those he loved. Was this feeling, this unusually strong wish to defend those nearest to him what had stained this part of his core? Well, he would only find out if he tried to transform.
Trying to imagine himself as a Patronus, Harry wondered, what corporal form he could have.
His mother had been a doe and his uncle a stag, but what was his father? He didn't know, but it was possible that he shared his patrons with his late soulmate, so he would try to imagine some kind of red deer and it was likely that he would have some black spots as well, maybe even more so because he was more practiced with the Dark Arts.
Closing his inner eyes again, he tried to let the feelings of his patrons flow towards him and consume him. A Patronus was not really corporal, even if those with a form were called corporal Patroni; they had no real substance, they were made out of some kind of mist, or maybe pure magic, lighter than a feather and purely out of positive feelings.
He could actually feel this happiness and this weightlessness, but he also clearly felt that he was not a doe, he was not female after all, but to his confusion a stag felt wrong as well. So what else was there? And then it hit him, that if he was some kind of red deer, then he would be a fawn.
His body grew even lighter and the positive feelings even stronger, together with that other, darker one, and this time he could clearly feel his body change. It was rather odd, even stranger than the transformation into a reptile because his body seemed to dissolve and he could not even feel the floor under his feet anymore.
When he opened his eyes again, Draco was just changing back into his human form and this time, he was staring up at the blonde, not down on him, feeling even smaller than usual.
"Potter?" Draco asked and Harry watched in surprise as his mate slowly extended a hand to him, but Draco stopped himself at the last moment and quickly drew his hand back, clearing his throat.
Harry wanted to scowl, but it seemed to be an expression a Patronus was not able to do easily. Had his touch been so unbearable that the blonde didn't want to repeat it? A mixture of renewed hurt and of being offended rose in him and he flattened his ears against his head and looked down at himself, only to freeze in shock. His body, which should have been silver, was not silver but black. Why was he black? Patroni were never black! Unfortunately, he could not think about it any longer because his mate's mocking voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"No Phoenix for the Gryffindor Hero?"
The well of hurt rose inside of Harry again, but he quickly squashed it and sneered at his mate. Really, so much for obeying his father and honouring one's fiancé; Draco would never do that, at least not as long as he was his mate. He wanted to say something nasty back, but Draco was quicker:
"Really Potter, such a beautiful and cute form. I always thought one has to be cute and beautiful as a human to become a cute and beautiful creature, but then again, you certainly are no deadly snake either."
Harry intensified his glare, but Draco didn't even seem to notice it and only ordered: "Change back, I would like to get an answer when we discuss your creatures."
Harry's glare darkened even further for a moment, but then he changed back even though he really didn't want to obey right now. He sat back down on the sofa, crossing his arms and waited for the blonde to speak again.
"A basilisk and a Patronus, even though the colour is slightly off, isn't it?" His mate drawled as if bored and then continued: "I for once have no idea how we are supposed to teach you how to control your powers. Father and I are immune against your basilisk stare, and you cannot train on other students, and we definitely cannot fetch you a Dementor from Azkaban. You are quite annoying Potter, do you know that?" His mate scowled at him as if he was at fault for having such complicated multimagus forms.
"Well, I am not happy about it either. Maybe I should just drop it and ask Lucius for another assignment," he spat back, fed up with Draco's snide remarks for the time being.
"And let such a gift go to waste?" Draco sneered. "No, certainly not. My fiancé will at least be educated to the highest standards. It's enough that I have to marry a man, or whatever you try to present yourself as," he gave him a disapproving look, making him feel more uncomfortable in his own skin than he had ever been. It was not his fault that he had been turned at age of twelve and that he was therefore still a little child, or that he was a submissive and would never be as muscled and gorgeous as his two blonde mates. But even though he knew all that, the comment still stung. For a dominant vampire, beauty was a kind of power as well, because for those who needed to hunt it made things easier, but they also had their physical powers to fight for their rank amongst their kind; for a submissive who naturally lacks physical power, their beauty was nearly everything. It could give them power and influence aside from their dominant’s, which was even more important when they were not blood bound, because only soulmates felt the need to protect and care for their submissive like Lucius did towards him. And even though he knew that he could hold his own in a magical combat situation and that he didn't need to hunt and had at least one loving soulmate, his beauty was still very important to him. Not only because it would help him to build his own place in the vampire society one day, but also because his beauty could also help his mates. It was like Lucius had said back at Privet Drive: A beautiful submissive meant power and was more valuable than any gem.
"If you don't like how I look, then go to your father and tell him to end this stupid betrothal. I can't change my body," he said and to his dismay, the hurt he felt was evident in his voice. This conversation had only proved what he had suspected all along: That Draco was only nice to him because he had to be.
"Do you really think I have not tried that yet? You really are even more stupid than you look. And to think that I will have to marry something like you, I can only imagine the shame if you had to house guests for us. Can you even play an instrument to entertain guests? Or do you know the correct table manners for a banquette?" Draco sneered, venom in every syllable of his sentence.
"Of course not, I am a boy; where should I have learned how to hold a dinner party? From the muggles I grew up with?" Harry snorted without amusement in his voice.
"Oh, have they neglected the Pure Golden Boy’s education?" Draco mocked.
More hurt and anguish pierced through Harry's heart at the cruel reminder of his horrible childhood. "You have no idea how I grew up, Malfoy!" He shouted at his mate. "If it were not for your father and Severus, I would leave you right now and demand that they end this crap, but they would be sad and disappointed and I owe them too much to want to make them sad," he hissed.
Draco looked as if he wanted to say something, but he cut himself off before he could even say a word: "You always sprout that shit about family honour and can't even be polite to me for two hours, and I won't even start about saying anything nice!"
Draco looked as if he had just been slapped and Harry supposed that he had verbally done exactly that. "Potter, I..."
Harry sneered at him and cut him off a second time: "Cut it out. I won't speak to a fiancé who can't even call me by my first name in private. Do you really think that I don't realize that Potter was always just another insult from you?"
He took out his Potions Book in an attempt to flee from this situation, without making his other mate realize anything. "Just leave me alone. We can pretend to have worked well together and I will practice the rest on my own," He said and mentally dismissed his mate for the next 75 minutes.
For once Draco did what he had told him, and simply sat down across from him. As Harry looked up, the blonde's face was an expressionless mask, but right now he wasn't interested in his mate's thoughts regardless.
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Lucius sighed inwardly. They really had tried to hide it well, but one look at their stiff backs told him something had happened again between his son and mate and somehow he just knew that it was not Harry's fault this time.
In the beginning, Harry honestly did his best to accept his bond to Draco and start their relationship from the beginning once more, but truth to be told, Draco had quite successfully turned their little submissive against him. Apparently, not even the betrothal could stop his son from insulting his young mate completely, even though it had gotten much better. But it was not enough; as long as Harry still got hurt nearly every day, it was not good enough.
"Draco," he called out, as the students quickly left his classroom, eager to get to the Great Hall for lunch. "Please stay behind."
His son nodded nonchalantly and leaned against his desk, which was in place once more.
He really hated to treat his son like this: Draco was an adult by law and he was his mate, but right now he acted like a stupid child with a temper tantrum.
Sighing, he crossed his arm and leaned against a table himself, exactly opposite his son for effect. "Tell me, what happened now?"
His son only huffed and glared at the floor, avoiding his piercing stare. "Draco, I will warn you that you had better tell me truthfully what had happened in my office," he said in a voice colder than ice. Instantly, his son looked up. Lucius knew that Draco would recognize this particular tone of voice. He normally used it to threaten all kinds of useful or just disruptive people, without actually uttering a single world; a method which had saved him from Azkaban countless times already.
Finally, Draco sneered: "His second form is a corporal Patronus, a fawn."
Lucius blinked in surprise, wasn't a Patronus a spell? But fawn sounded logical with his family background: Lily's Patronus had been a doe, due to the Potter blood and Severus’ Patronus had changed to resemble his soulmate's Patronus in their second year, after their mating, as he now knew about. James’ Patronus of course, had been a stag like Harry's, but as a child his body was not developed enough to take on an adult form, so a fawn was logical. But all of this did still not explain the tension he had seen and felt radiating from their sweet submissive.
"And?" he asked pointedly when Draco did not elaborate on the matter.
"I asked him how it was possible, to be such a beautiful and cute creature when his human form is anything but."
Lucius groaned inwardly, but outwardly he only intensified his glare and asked: "Draco, do you have any idea what beauty means to a creature that is doomed to be weak physically?"
With patience he did not feel, he watched his son blink in confusion at the odd question. He actually sighed loudly then and simplified his question: "Women, who are not as physically strong, rich or magically skilled as men, what do they often do?"
"They become a mistress," his son answered without missing a beat.
"Correct. And what do they need to become a mistress?" He asked further and finally, his son's eyes widened in understanding, so he continued: "To criticize the beauty of a submissive creature is the most hurtful insult you can hand to them. Harry is not a woman and he is magically stronger than anybody else, with the exception of the Dark Lord probably, but that does not change his instincts. Was there more?"
"Nothing serious. I asked him whether his muggle relatives neglected his education," Draco shrugged, clearly not understanding what he had done with that simple sentence, but Lucius knew and he could only close his eyes and shake his head in a rare show of denial.
How could he explain this to Draco, without breaking his promise to their mate and to his best friend? There was no way, not yet at least, but he would make sure when the time came that he would make his son see all his past mistakes.
But for now, he only fixed Draco with a glare again and said: "You will bring a suitable courting gift to our date this evening. Harry has called in an Order meeting at 3 PM, so we will probably not leave for our Manor until 5 or maybe 6."
His son scowled even harder, but answered smoothly: "Yes, father."
He turned around to pick up his cane, but Draco spoke up again: "How will we get to the meeting?"
Raising an eyebrow, Lucius replied: "WE will go nowhere, only I will. You are not member of the Order, and even if I wanted to take you along, the Headquarters is protected by the Fidelius Charm and I doubt that Harry trusts you enough to tell you the location currently."
Draco sneered again; it was obvious that he did not like to be left behind, regardless of how hard he tried to convince himself that he did not feel anything for Harry. Apparently, his instincts were more intelligent right now.
"Then I finally have some time for myself again," his son said arrogantly, but the tone of his voice was slightly off and Lucius only raised an eyebrow again. Somehow he got the feeling that his son would lose the battle against himself soon. Hopefully, it would be even sooner than he anticipated.
Finally taking his cane, he turned to the door and dismissed his son: "I will come to your quarters as soon as Harry and I are back, be ready by then."
Without sparing Draco another glance he strode out, leaving for his personal chamber to prepare for the lecture of his next class, cursing all the time that his son had once again hurt their little submissive, and that after what had already happened yesterday.
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Harry sat lazily in his living room with his friends, his legs comfortably propped up on his coffee table with Nagini's heavy head in his lap. He pat his pet snake absentmindedly, as he waited for the new Order Members to arrive, and chatted silently with Ron and Hermione. Oscar had given his new allies the password to his personal chambers, under the stipulation that they only used it when asked, or in case of emergency; he didn't feel like housing a party every evening after all, he only hoped that Ginny would respect his wish as well, or he would be forced to give the Merlin guarding his door, extra orders.
Most of them had seemed excited at the prospect of their first real Order Meeting and even though he had told them that it would be okay if they didn't have the time, he had the feeling that every one of them would come.
"I really hope that Kingsley will have some good news," Hermione sighed across from him. "My parents have written to me and they are thankful for your hospitality and like your gardens and all, but they miss their own home and they want to return to their work."
"I can understand that, it was sudden after all and even though they know quite a lot about our world, it must be difficult to settle into a real magical home," he said.
His friend chuckled: "It is not necessary difficult, but sometimes very surprising. Only this morning my mother nearly got a heart attack when a House Elf suddenly appeared next to her to tend to the roses in your garden."
Ron snickered: "At least there are no gnomes, poltergeists or crazy portraits at your manor."
Harry made a face: "Yeah, but if I spend more time at the Headquarters than at my family manor, I might be tempted to put Mrs. Black there."
"Do you want to punish her or your relatives?" Ron chuckled.
"You’re right, that wouldn't be fair," Harry replied and then added: "I think someone is coming," when he heard soft footsteps.
To his annoyance it was Ginny. She had been rather silent these last couple of days and had avoided him, but somehow he could not get rid of the feeling that she had not given up yet.
"Hi," she said with a happy wink and sat down in the armchair which stood slightly to the left.
"Hey Gin," Ron greeted his sister but didn't say more when the sound of more steps could be heard from the hallway.
Harry sighed in to relief, when not only Fred, George, and Angelina entered, but also Lucius.
His mate stood tall and proud as ever, his snake cane in his left hand, and greeted everybody with a curt nod, before striding over to the sofa he occupied and sat down to his left, thus blocking Ginny's view of him. Harry couldn't suppress a small smirk; neither could the twins or Hermione for that matter, but their expression quickly sobered when the Patil twins, Luna, the Creevey brothers and Susan entered.
It only took another five minutes for the rest to arrive and in the end, as he had expected, every single new member was there.
Standing up, he took spoke. "We will floo over to the Headquarter now, it is at Number 12 Grimmauld Place; remember the address, because it is protected by Fidelius and only I can give the address away."
His friends all nodded and he continued: "I hope that at least Kingsley will be there to tell us how the work on your parent’s homes is going, but I am not sure. Who wants to go first?" He asked and they all answered in unison: "You!"
Smiling, he picked Nagini up and went over to his fireplace, before takings some floo powder and tossing it into the flames.
When he excited into the living room, Kreacher was just cleaning the floor, which didn't help the appearance of the room much, but he wouldn't say anything if the nasty elf finally did some cleaning.
Behind him, all his friends appeared. They looked in shock and disbelief at their surrounding and threw him glances as if asking if he was joking.
Sighing, Harry cleared his throat and they all fell silent again: "No, I am not joking, the Weasley’s can confirm it. This really is the Headquarters. I know it is rather shabby, but it was the only available house when Albus called the members back after fourteen years of peace and as you all know, Fudge was not pleased about it, so the Order needed a house which was not suspicious."
"Not suspicious?" Neville asked, his voice incredulous.
"Yes," he nodded. "It is located in the midst of Muggle London, so even without the Fidelius, it was already a bit protected," he explained. "Unfortunately, this house belongs to the Blacks and that is why it looks so gloomy;" he told them, they could not give Sirius' secret away after all.
"The Black’s? Who do you and Dumbledore know from that family?" Collin asked with worry straining his voice.
"He knows me," A deep chuckle came from the direction of the kitchen and some of his friends gasped in shock as his godfather entered with a rather evil smirk on his face.
"Very subtle," his mate sneered and Harry rolled his eyes at the antics of his godfather, but a little smile sneaked onto his face regardless.
"That is Sirius Black!" Parvati exclaimed, her finger pointing at the animagus, who went over to Harry and placed an arm around his shoulder, before saying: "Yep, I am Harry's godfather and a member of the Order since it’s founding.”
"But you betrayed his parents!" Dean protested.
Harry quickly shook his head: "Actually, he didn't. The one who betrayed my parents was Peter Pettigrew and he is still alive."
"What? But I thought...?" Susan didn't end her sentence and only shook her head, obviously too confused to say anything else.
Ron stepped next to Harry and said: "It is true, he was an animagus and lived with my family as a pet rat, but the three of us saw him in his human form back in our Third Year," he pointed at Harry and Hermione, before continuing: "Professor Lupin and Snape were there as well."
Now Hermione stepped forwards and took control: "You don't have to worry, we have spent the last two summers in his house and we are still alive."
The reassurance of so many people seemed to finally calm the worries of the other students down and they slowly nodded.
"Then let's go down to the kitchen, we have the most space there," Harry said and went ahead with Sirius.
"So, how are you pup?" His godfather asked. "Is Blondie’s class still good?"
Nodding, he told him: "It is, we are practicing the animagus transformation and I already transformed once."
His godfather grinned proudly: "Then we can accompany Mooney on the next full moon."
"I am not sure if that is such a good idea," Harry said, and tried not to sound too suspicious, but Sirius just knew him too well: "Why? You can't be more dangerous than a werewolf."
"Oh, yes he can," muttered Lucius from behind them and Sirius gave Harry a curious look.
"The second form is not so bad, it is even quite cute," he told him.
"The second form? Are you a multimagus?" Sirius concluded correctly.
Harry only nodded, but said nothing more. He was still a bit ashamed about his basilisk form, even though he believed that Sirius would not be as stupid anymore as to throw a temper tantrum because of such petty things; the story with Severus had taught the animagus that much.
"Come on Harry, you can tell me, or I will just ask your Professor," Sirius grinned playfully and Harry sighed in defeat. "My first form is a basilisk, but my second form is not as dangerous. It is a fawn Patronus."
Sirius blinked a few times and then said: "Well, maybe you should not use the basilisk to go on an expedition with us."
"You are okay with it?" Harry asked carefully, just to make sure.
"I think, your father's genes needed become visible somewhere," Sirius snickered and then lowered his voice: "Do you plan on telling all your friends?"
Harry glanced at the group behind him and then shook his head: "Not without asking him first, and I think that he will not appreciate it before Voldemort is defeated. Even with the binding spell, it makes his job potentially more dangerous. Voldemort only has to break one of their minds if it comes to it. Even to tell them about you was a stretch, but you don't have to go to him every two weeks or so."
Sirius nodded just as they entered the kitchen. Molly was already there and put plates with cupcakes onto the huge table and smiled a friendly smile at everybody as they slowly filed in.
"Just sit down anywhere," he told to his school mates. "The place at the head of the table is mine and the one next to it is for Dumbledore, but it doesn't matter which one."
His friends all sat down and Harry helped Molly to put some glasses and juice onto the table as well. Ron and Hermione had already occupied the seats to his left and his mate had chosen the place which would be next to Dumbledore, and when he was finished with distributing glasses, he joined them.
In the next few minutes, Order members started arriving and Harry had to chuckle when his fellow students saw not only Dumbledore, but also their Head of Houses enter. Their jaws all slightly hung open when his father entered in his billowing robes, as if they could only now believe that their evil Potions Professor was really working for their side, despite having seen him at Potter Manor.
Looking over the crowd, Harry tried to see who was already there: besides the Hogwarts
Professors, the entire Weasley clan had come; Lupin had hurried in only a minute ago. Neville's grandmother, Kingsley and Tonks had been the last to arrive. The two Aurors looked very tired and only gave him a weak smile, before asking Molly for a pot of black coffee.
When after five more minutes no one else had arrived, he stood up and opened the meeting. Not everybody was there, but the most important people were and that was enough.
"I don't want to stretch this meeting unnecessarily, but many of my guests asked me how the cleaning of their houses is coming along, so I think we should exchange a few reports first." He nodded in Kingsley's direction and the dark skin man rose as well.
"We have three Auror teams working on the cleaning. Sadly, it is not possible to commission more people with the job, because we still have the daily cases to deal with. In the beginning, every group worked at a house, but we changed our tactic since then and have regrouped. Now one group is working on traps, another on curses and the last one on jinxes."
Tonks stood up then and continued Kingsley's explanation: "This tactic means that we need more time, but it is safer for our comrades. Most Aurors have a specialization, which provides more safety in dealing with such highly Dark Magic as in this case."
"Are the houses destroyed otherwise?" Harry asked.
Kingsley and Tonks sat down again and Remus spoke up next: "They are, but it is nothing a few spells couldn't fix. Arthur and I are currently setting up a group which can do those things after the Aurors are done."
Harry smiled quickly at Arthur and then asked another question: "Do you know how long you still need to fix the houses?"
"I think at least four more days, maybe even five or six," Tonks told him.
"And are there any traces of the Death Eaters who did this?" he asked.
Kingsley shook his head: "We of course have our suspicions, but there was no specific Magical Signatures left."
That didn't really surprise Harry. It took a lot of energy to cast a spell strong enough to leave such a trace.
The next one and a half hours was spent with reports from his father and mate and Remus, who still tried to build contacts with the other werewolves, to prevent them from joining Voldemort. Sadly it seemed as if his efforts would most likely be in vain, at least, as long as they could not promise them a change in the current laws as reward, which was impossible with the current Ministry.
The new members had listened silently but attentively, and he noticed that they had started to look at him differently after the first ten minutes of the meeting. He would not hold it against them if they had not been able to imagine him in the position as the Head of the Order, with Dumbledore listening to his suggestions and commands like all the other adults.
The situation at Potter Manor had most likely been different for them, because there he had only commanded his own House Elves in his own home.
He had sat down during the reports, but now stood up again to end the meeting: "I think we have discussed everything that was needed for now, but before you leave I would like to tell you that I plan on establishing a second Headquarters at my late relative’s house."
"Why another Headquarter?" Molly asked curiously.
"Because," Harry said as nonchalantly as possible, knowing that Ron's mother would not like what he was about to say. "We have many new members and this place was already getting too small before they joined. I plan on establishing this one for the younger members."
As expected Molly pursed her lips, but said nothing when her husband only chuckled understandingly.
"I think that is a wonderful idea my boy," Dumbledore agreed, his eyes twinkling merrily.
"When can we see the other Headquarters?" Seamus asked eagerly.
Harry shrugged: "Ron, Hermione and I will have to renovate a lot, but if we find the time, we could do it..." he cleared his throat and then said pointedly "...in the Christmas Holidays.
His father only snorted and ordered: "The truth Mr. Potter. When do you plan on sneaking out of Hogwarts this time? Isn't it a bit early in the year for such stunts?"
Flushing, he crossed his arms and said: "Fine, maybe in one or two weeks, depending on our homework, but you can't dock points for it."
His father only lifted an amused eyebrow and Harry quickly changed the topic, the others were already watching them much too curiously.
"Thank you all for coming, I think we will see you soon enough," he finally closed the meeting.
"Harry my dear, do you lot have time for some hot chocolate?" Molly asked, her eyes already on the counter.
Shaking his head, he answered: "Not this time, but thanks anyway."
Molly sighed: "Well, you all are busy, I guess."
"Harry," Dumbledore said and he turned to face his mentor. "Shall I go to your Manor in your place?"
"That would be great," Harry smiled; he had to go on a date after all.
"Good my boy, then I will report everything to your guests and you can enjoy your evening without the prospect of having to work afterwards," the man smiled.
Harry only snorted. He doubted that he would enjoy his evening very much, unless Draco apologized and finally admitted to their bond, which was unlikely to happen.
He said his goodbyes to Sirius and Remus, regretting that he had no time to ask how their bonding was going, and then led his friends up to the living room again.
"Hey Harry," Fred said when the first few stepped into the flames. "We would like to help you with Privet Drive."
George nodded: "That really was an awful place and we would enjoy bringing some magic into that oh-so-normal house."
Both twins smirked evilly. They knew how his relatives had regarded magic and about the name calling; they had freed him from there once after all.
"I will tell you when we are going," he promised. They really would need the help and despite having always had bad marks because of pure laziness, Fred and George were very talented with magic, their joke line proof of that. They waved at him and disappeared through the fireplace as well. Now, the only people left were he himself, his father and Lucius.
"Go ahead," his father said, and his mate gave him a slight nudge. He took some floo powder and a moment later he was back in his living room. Most of his friends had already left, but Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were still there.
"We will see you tomorrow at breakfast then," Hermione said, referring to his date with the Malfoy’s.
"Are you going somewhere?" Ginny asked, but Hermione only linked their arms and guided her out.
"... I don't know if I should wish for you to have some fun or not," Ron grumbled with a frown, he knew after all that he was not going on these dates because he wanted to.
"Just wish that it will be short and painless," he cringed; unfortunately at that exact moment Lucius stepped out of his hearth.
"I can assure you that it will at least be painless," his mate drawled, looking down at him.
"I didn't mean it like that," Harry lied, but he knew that his blush was giving him away.
"Well, I will just go then..." Ron said uncertainly and winked at him. Harry gave him a smile and when he was gone, he turned to his mate.
"I will change into something more proper and then collect Draco," Lucius said and leaned down to press a kiss onto his forehead.
"Shall I change as well?" Harry asked and tugged on his school robe.
"Yes, I believe school robes are not the best attire for a date," his mate smirked and then left.
Sighing, he went into his bedroom and opened his closet, eyeing the outfits hanging there. Draco would probably not even look, but he forewent his red ensemble and picked up the green one. Frowning, he looked down at the garments, thinking that he had already worn this one quite often, like all the others, when a pop sounded behind him.
"Master Harry, sir," Oscar squeaked in his high pitched voice and he turned around to face his elf. To his surprise, the little creature was holding up something that looked like a new outfit.
"Oscar heard that young Master is going on his first official courting date. Oscar had bought Master a new outfit. It is improper to wear old garments," Oscar said with a deep bow and then held the clothes up.
"Thank you, Oscar," Harry replied, a bit surprised and eyed the new clothes. The long stockings, the shorts, and the coat were made of a deep purple with thin, golden pinstripes and the waistcoat and button down beneath it was black; it was beautiful, much more extravagant than the things he normally wore, but very beautiful.
He took the outfit from his servant, before changing quickly. When he was finished he called Justitius over to him, who happily attached himself to his sleeve once more and then went back to his living room. Nagini, who had lain down on his sofa after their return looked up and asked:
"Are you going out, little Master?"
"Yes, my mates want to show me their house," he answered and picked her up again.
"Can I come with you? I want to check whether den is big and warm enough."
Harry chuckled at his familiar but nodded. His mate's Manor was probably so huge that he would need a whole decade to see even half of the rooms.
"Harry, are you ready?" Lucius softly asked from behind him. As he turned to the door, he saw both his mates standing there. Lucius had exchanged the robes he had worn in class with a clean pair and for once, even Draco wore a similar outfit, only that his waistcoat was a light silver and not black like his father’s, and to Harry's confusion, he held a neatly wrapped package beneath his left arm. As the younger blonde caught his look, he said "This is for you," and held it out."
Draco had told him that he would get courting gifts from him, but he had not believed that his second mate would actually give him something.
Not knowing how to react, he stammered a "Thank you," and took the heavy package. It was about 15 inches long and 11 inches wide and felt suspiciously like a book. The paper was a deep, emerald green and it was tied together with a silver ribbon.
Remembering, that Petunia had always told Dudley that it was improper to open presents when the guests were still there because it would look greedy, he placed it carefully on his coffee table, but his second mate only pursed his lips and snapped: "What are you doing? Is my present not good or valuable enough? Can you already tell what it is from the outside?"
Harry flinched; Draco honestly sounded offended, and the thought came to him that wizarding traditions might be different from muggle traditions.
"I..." he stammered, not knowing how to explain his obvious mistake.
"Harry," Lucius said softly. "In the wizarding world, you open a present immediately unless it is a huge party where it would be impossible to open every gift without neglecting your guests."
"It's different in the muggle world," Harry told his mates and picked the present up again, before carefully unwrapping it, wondering what was inside. He had not really believed that Draco would actually give him something he would appreciate, or could even use, but his eyes widened as they landed on the golden letters of the antique looking book: Quidditch, a history.
A wide smile spread across his face and he looked up to his second mate. "Thank you Draco," he said honestly and opened the book, ignoring the huff of the blonde boy.
"It is a first copy, just so you know," Draco sneered, but his voice lacked the usual venom and Harry only continued smiling, as he flipped through the pages.
"I can't wait to read it!" He exclaimed with a very unmanly squeal. This really was a great present. True, Ron had given him Quidditch through the Ages, but this book had at least ten times the amount of pages and did not only cover the development of Quidditch in Britain but followed the history through the entire world.
A thought came to him then; had Draco bought him such a great present as some kind of apology for his last two insults? Trying to find some answer in his second mate's eyes, he glanced up but could find nothing in those ice-blue orbs. Well, Draco was a Malfoy as well; he should have known that he would not find any clue in his mate's face.
"You can read it when we are back," Lucius said and tugged the heavy book carefully from his grasp, before laying it to the side table again.
"I think I will read the whole night," he replied and jumped up. He didn't know if Draco had really given him the book as an apology or only because it was part of the courtship to give him presents, but that didn't change the fact that his mate had given him something that he really appreciated. He decided then that he would try to enjoy the evening with his two mates. Maybe he would even learn something that would help him with Draco in the future; the manor was after all not only Lucius' home, there had to be something that could tell him a bit more about his second mate.
"How will we get to the Manor?" He asked and looked over to his fireplace.
"We will floo to the Leakey Cauldron and apparate from there," Lucius explained and handed him a black cloak.
Harry immediately recognized it as one of those courting cloaks, but it was a new one. He supposed that it really would be not right to put him into Narcissa's old cloak once again; he had already felt uncomfortable the first time, but now with Draco accompanying them, he would not wear it. This one had no silver fur but was decorated with beautifully ornamented golden clasps in the front. Taking the cloak, he quickly put it on, closed the clasps in the front and pulled the hood with the veil over his head.
"I think this one actually suits you better," Lucius said and motioned for Draco to go ahead.
That was actually something he had noticed in the last couple of weeks: His father and Lucius always insisted that at least one person went ahead and one would wait until he was in the floo. Maybe it was some prime instinct to protect the only submissive of their family so extensively. A few months ago, he would have felt suffocated by this treatment, but as a vampire he could actually appreciate it.
Taking some floo powder, he quickly followed Draco and was surprised when a strong arm caught him discreetly at the other end.
"Um...Thanks," he flushed and smoothed out his cloak as his mate had let go of him again.
"No problem," Draco said smoothly just as Lucius stepped up beside them. "It would not do for the public to assume that my father is courting a clumsy witch."
Lucius gave Draco a warning look, but said nothing and instead led the way to the backyard, where the hidden entrance to Diagon Alley and the only apparation point of the Wizarding Street was.
The people in the pub looked at them curiously and Harry could only imagine the rumours that were already spreading about the Malfoy Lord’s future wife; maybe he should check the papers tomorrow just to keep up to date.
"I will side-along with you," Lucius said and held an arm out. "The wards should recognize you, but you have never apparated to our manor before, so it will be safer this way."
Nodding, Harry grabbed his older mate’s arm and the familiar and very unpleasant feeling of apparation flipped his stomach upside down, but only for a second and then he stood on a beautiful path of white pebbles. He followed the line of the path until it changed into one made from black and white marble, which lead to the hugest building he had ever seen and he nearly choked on his own spit as his eyes widened in shock. He could not believe the picture in front of him.
The building at the end of the path looked faintly familiar to him, but to call it a building, a house or even a manor was an understatement. It was huge, with two outstretched wings, one to the north and one to the south. It was made from marble, but not the cold white one he had expected to see at a Malfoy home. Instead, it was a faint creamy colour, which harmonized perfectly with the golden statues and ornaments that decorated Malfoy Manor.
Beautiful gardens with sculptured trees lined labyrinth-like pathways, colourful flowers and many breathtaking fountains reached as far as he could see into the black night sky, illuminated by a soft glowing charm, and white peacocks presented their beautiful feathers in between everything. Behind him, he could see that the small pebble path split into two to wind around a huge lake. In the far distance was a huge forest, surrounding everything, but the gate to the estate, he could not actually see.
His mind still tried to grasp, where he was standing and he could see Draco smirk next to him at his utterly baffled expression, but it was just too unbelievable. This could not be his future home, it was simply impossible.
Sure, it was already dark outside, so it didn't look exactly like the picture he had in mind, but that was the only difference:
"This...this is...Versailles!" He finally gasped, having recognized the building in front of him from a postcard Hermione had sent him from her last vacation to France.
"This is not Versailles," Draco huffed indignantly, but Lucius only chuckled before explaining:
"Our ancestors built Malfoy Manor during the early middle ages, for a Veela as I had already told you, so it is much older than the French version." Lucius started to slowly walk down the path and Harry automatically fell in step with him, Draco only slightly behind him.
"But I have to admit that due to problems with the wards in the 17 hundreds, some muggles from France had been able to see the Manor," his older mate continued nonchalantly. "They believed it was a vision of god and my ancestors were too busy getting the wards up again, to bother further with chasing after some stray muggles."
Harry could only gape at his mate; he could not believe that any Malfoy would have been so careless.
"The muggles returned to their home country and build Versailles, or whatever they named it." Draco continued the story, just when they stepped into a huge front court. "The muggle building is of course, much smaller than our Manor."
Gulping, Harry looked up to the many rows of softly illuminated windows and had to grasp Lucius’ arm to steady himself again as he remembered in horror, what he had read about the duties of a submissive in Rights and Duties of a House Lady.
"And you two expect me to manage this as your submissive?" He exclaimed, remembering that it was the submissive's duty to care for the house and the family and take on the role of the Lady of the house.
"This can't be our home, you have to be joking!" his voice had gained a desperate edge, but right now he didn't care.
"This is our home," Lucius confirmed.
"How many rooms does this...thing... have?" He asked, not even trying to count the many windows in front of him.
Lucius scoffed at his inadequacy at expressing himself properly. "I am honestly not sure," his first mate admitted with a thoughtful look.
Draco wrinkled his forehead as well and then said: "The muggle Manor has about 350 living quarters, which differ in sizes and number of rooms they consist of, but as I told you, their Manor is much smaller."
The second wave of dizziness hit him and he had shaken his head to get rid of the feeling. He had always wondered why wizards would need House Elves when they had the help of magic, but now he could see the reason right in front of him. Even with magic, he would not be able to clean this place on his own, and the huge gardens would probably die off within a few month.
He felt so overwhelmed and he had yet to see the inside. Shaking his head again, he asked another question: "But why so much gold? I thought it was a Gryffindor thing."
"We Malfoy’s indeed prefer silver on our skin, due to our fair colouring, but gold is of more value and it is important to impress a visitor," Lucius drawled arrogantly and Harry had to admit, that a family that owned such a Manor, had all right to be arrogant. This was wealth beyond his imagination, even though he had seen the numbers of their account on the Gringotts document.
"Shall we go inside?" Lucius asked and the door with the many small glass windows opened on its own accord in front of them.
Harry had thought that the outer appearance of Malfoy Manor had already shocked him, but it was nothing in comparison to the inner layout. He staggered a bit and his heart missed a beat as he stepped into the Entrance Hall.
Hermione had told him enough about Versailles for him to be able to recognize the Hall in front of him as well: It was the Hall of Mirrors, only that the hall in front of him was much larger than her description, and it wasn't only an impressive hallway behind the Entrance Hall, it was the Entrance Hall.
An infinite amount of crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and reflected the candlelight alongside the many mirrors lining nearly every free surface of the walls. Spaces, which were not occupied by mirrors, were decorated with gold and small statues, but in contrast to the muggle version, he could find no angels. Instead, all kinds of magical creatures looked down on him. He saw dragons and unicorns, griffins, sphinxes and even some sprites. The ceiling was graced with beautiful paintings, which seemed to show events and myths of wizarding history.
He could only imagine how he looked, with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, but he could not pull himself together. This was crazy, how was he expected to live here? And how could the mostly cold Malfoy’s have a home that glistened warmly in the soft light of candles?
Shaking his head for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, he looked to his right and was startled a bit, when a whole army of House Elves stood there, silently watching him and clearly waiting for him to address them.
"Um... Lucius?" He asked silently, not daring to speak louder than a whisper and searched for his first mate, but on the look around, he could find neither Lucius nor Draco. Only when his mate stepped up next to him, did he realize that his light hair and skin had reflected the golden light so much, that he had merged with it.
"Yes, Harry?" Lucius asked and laid a hand lightly on his shoulder.
"What should I say to your House Elves?"
"Firstly, as the Lady of this house, as unfitting as the title is, they are your Elves, and secondly, you just have to introduce yourself and tell them what you expect from them. It probably would be wise to mention our change as well, or they will be upset when we suddenly do not touch their meals anymore."
"O... okay..." he stammered and went over to the group of Elves, his two mates following him but standing to the back a bit.
"Hello," he started, feeling more unsure of himself in front of an army of servants, than he had felt in front of his guest at Potter Manor.
"My name is Harry Severus James Potter and I am the mate of your two masters and will be in charge of you."
"Yes, young Master," they said in an echo of the title Nagini had given him as well. Speaking of the snake, the elves were watching his familiar rather fearfully, he would address her later.
"Your masters and I have been brought together by a curse that has turned us into vampires," he explained further and watched the little creatures stiffen like Oscar had done the evening he had bought the little elf.
He tried to smile reassuringly and said: "Luckily, we are soulmates and can only eat from each other, so you are all safe." The elves nodded and he asked: "I am new to all of this, so I would like it if you just asked all the questions you have," he invited them.
The elves exchanged some hesitating glances and then a very strict looking one stepped forwards and bowed low. "Young Master, I am Diddy. Diddy is Head Elf."
Harry gave a smile as sign that he could continue to speak and waited.
"If Masters don't need food, are Elves required to cook?" Diddy asked.
Harry thought about it for a moment. He and his mates did not need anything, but that didn't mean that they didn't know many people who still were humans, and his friends and Lucius’ business acquaintances would surely come by once in a while, so he answered: "We don't need any food, but I want our kitchen ready to serve for guests at any time. Only because we are vampires, does not mean that we have forgotten our hospitality. And from time to time we like some blood from animals or other magical creatures instead of meals."
The old elf nodded and then asked: "Will Elves keep their tasks?"
Harry blinked in confusion and looked over to Lucius, who furrowed his brows before answering: "I believe that Narcissa had assigned their daily chores according to their abilities."
Turning back to the Head Elf, Harry said: "Your duties will remain the same."
He just wanted to dismiss them, when something else came to his mind and he called: "Oscar!"
His Personal Elf appeared with a bow at his side, asking: "What can Oscar do for Master Harry?"
"I just want to introduce you," Harry said and then looked at the other Elves again. "This is Oscar, my Personal Head Elf. I don't want to take your position from you, I am sure you know the Manor better than anybody else, but when Oscar comes with an order from me, it has priority. He is above all of you, but he lives with me at Hogwarts and has to keep an eye on all our places, so he will not be here very often."
Looking down at Oscar again, he added: "And he will provide you with a suitable uniform."
Like last time, a gasp went through the crowd of servants. "You are not dismissed; I merely think that a servant of such an honourable family like the Malfoy’s should not run around in rags and old towels." The elves looked relieved and Oscar said: "Oscar will go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, sir."
Harry smiled at him and then dismissed them all.
Sighing, he leaned against Lucius for a moment; he really wasn't made for big speeches in front of people, or Elves.
"Which rooms would you like to see?" his older mate asked and caressed his neck with a single claw. A shiver ran down Harry's spine and it made him nearly incapable of answering, so he straightened again and asked: "Maybe the living room?"
A dry snort came from his other mate and Harry realized how stupid his answered had been, he was after all in a house that had many more rooms than the 350 of the muggle version.
"I think we will just give you a tour through the most used rooms," Lucius mused and looked over to Draco, who only shrugged.
The older vampire moved him to the middle of the hall, where a broad staircase nearly disappeared between all the mirrors and gold; without the guidance he would not have seen it.
"Normally we simply apparate from one room to the other," Lucius explained, as they climbed up the stairs. "You would need hours to reach the music room from here, so our ancestors placed special wards which allows for the apparation within the manor, even for guests."
"That sounds useful," Harry mumbled and looked down onto the rich marble of the staircase. Somehow, he still couldn't decide whether this place fit his mates or not. In one way it did, because it was pompous and beautiful and made only from the most expensive materials, but he also had imagined a more cold kind of beauty, not as much ornamentation. Like those modern muggle architecture, beauty through simplicity, with only a few, well placed, but very valuable eye catchers.
But then again, Lucius had told him that the Manor was meant to impress visitors and that it had been build for a Veela, who had not appreciated the beauty of Dark wizarding family homes.
They passed many doors, some entirely made from beautiful wood, and others had glass windows, like the entrance door. The theme of mirrors and chandeliers seemed to be present in the hallways as well.
Finally, Lucius stopped in front of a double door and Draco opened it. The inside was decorated with soft, cream colours. To the right stood a huge lounge, where at least 10 people could easily sit and to the left was a fireplace.
"This is one of the rooms where we welcome guests," Draco explained with a wave at the lounge.
"We have a different set of rooms, according to the occasion and the reason why they are coming."
Harry blinked a bit stupidly. He could not think of many reasons why guests would come: when they were friends then you would have some tea, or if they were business partners then you might need a more formal setting. Draco, who seemed to catch on to his confusion elaborated: "My mother often used this room to drink tea with the wives of the inner circle, but when only two of her friends came, this room would have felt too big, so there are smaller salons as well."
Lucius nodded and continued: "Most of my visitors are often work related, so I prefer a room with an actual table to work on. My only really close friend is Severus and he often visits me in my personal study, where you can find me most of the time."
Harry nodded in understanding and went over to the huge sofa. It looked incredibly soft, but also far too expensive to actually touch, and if he had to guess he would assume that it was most likely an antique as well.
"You know," Lucius drawled in an amused voice. "You are allowed to sit down on your sofa."
Smiling sheepishly, Harry ignored the huff from his second mate and laid his palm onto the arm rest. It was even softer than he had expected.
"Your sofa," muttered Draco and Harry quickly pulled his hand back, as if the piece of furniture had burned him.
"Draco," Lucius snapped. "You are aware that Harry and I are already mated? His name is on the family tree and his vault has joined with ours, so yes, HIS sofa."
Now Draco looked as if he had been the one who had been slapped and his face closed off again. It had been slightly more relaxed and open in the last hour, as if the younger blonde had understood that he had accepted his gift as apology, and he had liked it. It gave Draco even more of an angelic touch, but whatever he had just realized now, had made him retreat again.
"Let us move on," Lucius announced smoothly, filling the uncomfortable silence that had arisen again, and holding an arm out for him.
Harry took the offered arm and Lucius told his son: "I will apparate to the small dining room," before he was pulled along. He really had to get used to apparation if he was expected to live in Malfoy Manor.
The small dining room really was rather small, at least in comparison with the other two rooms he had seen up until now. Draco appeared next to him, but this time didn't offer any explanation about the room.
"This is where we usually eat our meals, when at home."
Harry listened to Lucius’ explanation and looked at the dark, wooden table in the centre of the room. Six people could easily sit there and a few plants and ceiling-high windows with long light green curtains, made the place look very comfortable, like a typical dining room of a typical family.
"I like this room," he said and went over to the window to look out. One lead onto a balcony and Harry wondered if his mates ever ate their breakfast there in the summer; the view over the gardens was so beautiful. It really was a pity that it was already so dark and he could only see the illuminated fountains of the ponds.
This was so different from everything he was used to, but Harry knew that he could feel at home here. The memory of Lucius’ first night at Privet Drive came back and he had to chuckle.
"What is so funny?" Draco snapped, but he didn't take the bait and just said, his words addressed to his older mate: "No wonder you were offended by my relative’s place."
Lucius chuckled as well and stepped next to him, a look on his face that told him his mate was remembering it as well.
"You know, they actually believed that they had a very elegant home," Harry snorted.
Lucius echoed the sound and then said: "It certainly was a nightmare for me."
"What was the worst?" Harry asked curiously, momentarily forgetting that Draco was still there.
"The woman at the... what did you call it?"
Harry rolled his eyes, but also smiled in amusement feeling very nostalgic. "The grocery store."
"Ah yes, the store. She really was impertinent, flirting with a mated man," his mate huffed in irritation.
"Believe me," Harry chuckled, "I could have killed her myself. But the look she had when you gave me that lascivious look in front of her."
"Shall I leave you alone?" Draco suddenly sneered from behind them and Harry grew beet red. He had forgotten about his other mate. It had felt so good to feel Lucius’ comfort again; the last weeks had been so hard and he had started to feel so lonely, even with his father spending every night with him, but now he felt guilty and bad again and his instincts were scolding him.
He really shouldn't have given in to his wish for comfort, not as long as Draco was not ready to join him.
Unconsciously, he took a step away from Lucius and muttered: "I am sorry Draco. That was insensitive of us."
Draco gave him an odd look and then said: "I presume that the library will be our next stop?" Without waiting for an answer, the blonde disappeared.
"I am sorry Harry," Lucius said softly. "I should not have..."
"It's okay," Harry interrupted him and lifted his arms to indicate to his dominant to bend down and press a quick kiss to his cheek. "It was my fault as well. I just... It's so difficult. I miss you so much and I feel lonely, but my heart hurts when I can't treat you equally," he tried to explain.
"Hush my love," Lucius said and placed a finger over his lips. "Draco will come around. I already can see some changes in my son."
Harry blinked; he truly had not noticed anything, but then again, Lucius knew him much better.
He grabbed his mate’s arm again, and a second later they stood in the biggest library he had ever seen. Bookcases supported a rounded ceiling, which was painted to resemble a blue sky with some clouds, but the bookcases were made from dark wood and filled with hundreds or even thousands of books. They stretched to his left and right and from where he stood, Harry could not see the end of the room.
Here and there he spotted small tables with chairs or comfortable looking wing-back chairs with little coffee tables and candelabras on them. He could not say whether this library only looked larger than his own at Hogwarts, or if it really was. It was hard to tell with the shelves lining up the walls of the tower-like room.
His other mate leaned against one of the shelves still looking sour, so he carefully kept a proper distance between himself and Lucius.
"I am not sure, but I think we even have some Parselscript books. Of course, it is very likely that you will find them in your own library as well," Lucius said softly.
Staring in awe at the room in front of him, Harry told his mates with a grin: "Oh, I should never tell Hermione about this room, or we will never see her again because she will try to first read all of my books and then all of yours."
But of course, Draco wasn't one to forget his bad mood quickly and sneered to his left: "The Mudblood will never be allowed in our home." His second mate's words had been clearly audible in the silence of the library, even though he had not spoken very loudly, and Harry just knew that he was meant to hear it.
He was already opening his mouth, but in the last moment he saw Lucius shake his head softly.
Sighing, he decided to fight this particular war when Draco had finally accepted him; it would still be hard enough then, but definitely impossible right now.
"Where do we go next?" He asked Lucius instead, turning around to face his older mate.
"We could go to my study or my private quarters. Last time you were here, you did not get to see much of them. And then there are still Draco's rooms."
Glancing over to Draco, Harry saw that his eyes had hardened even further, so he quickly answered: "I think your study will be enough."
Lucius followed his glance, before nodding once and holding his arm out. He quickly took it and Lucius whisked them away once more, without having said anything to his son, but Harry believed that the younger blonde had heard their destination. Sure enough, before he could even take his first glimpse at his first mate's private study, Draco appeared next to him. Draco sneered at their close proximity and quickly stepped away. The well-known hurt in his heart made itself known once again. Looking down at his feet he tried to ignore the pain, but it was difficult. The constant rejection from his second mate hurt too much. He had wanted to enjoy this trip so much, but apparently he wouldn't be allowed to. He barely heard Lucius, as he said harshly:
"Draco, I do not want to see that look on your face again. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes father," Draco said in an emotionless voice.
Harry looked up again and his eyes met Lucius' silver ones quickly and he saw hurt flickering inside of them for a split second, before his older mate guarded them once more.
Lucius really stood between a rock and a hard place he mused, feeling sorry for him. What must it feel like to have his own son and mate behave like that? He already knew that Lucius suffered because of their sporadic contact, but only now did he realize that there was more that hurt his mate.
Sudden anger rose inside of him, mixed with the urge to defend the man he loved, but at the same time he could not act on it, regardless of how much he wanted to. At least, not like he wanted to which would be a good slap in Draco's face and certainly not on their date. So he simply turned around and went after Lucius who had stepped into the middle of the office and finally took a thorough look. Opposite the dark wooden door was a huge, ceiling-high window. To its right stood a wide desk, loaded with scrolls and papers. The walls were lined with shelves, some holding books that looked like lexicons and folders. Striding over, he pulled one of the books aside, only to find the second row with novel-like books behind it. He would not have given it a second thought, if not for Lucius’ sudden and surprised coughing. Somehow, Harry got the impression that he had just found a very well kept secret and with a smirk over his shoulder, he pulled one of the thin books out.
In the next moment Lucius was beside him, trying to take the book from his hands. "Harry, these are only... novels..."
"Then it won't hurt if I take a look at them," he grinned and ducked under his mate's arm, whilst looking at the title of the book at the same time. Under the Blood Red Sun - A Tragic Love Story.
For a long moment, he could not believe what kind of book he held in his hands, what kind of book he had found hidden in Lucius Malfoy's private study; the man who was supposed to be colder than the Dark Lord himself and never showed any feelings, with the exception of Draco and himself probably, but even that was rarer than he would wish for. A sappy romance novel with a title even worse than any his aunt Petunia had possessed.
At that thought, he could not stop himself from laughing. "And I wondered for weeks how you could stand reading my aunt's horrible romance novels! I thought it was because you were captured there and bored to death, you even went so far as insulting the books, but you actually liked them, didn't you?"
"Of course not, they were muggle," Lucius huffed in indignation, finally grabbing the book and pulling it from his fingers, but the damage clearly had been done. Even Draco, who had looked very sour only a moment ago, had an amused glint in his eyes.
"But you like the genre," Harry replied, trying to stop his laughter.
His mate opened his mouth again, but Draco interrupted him before he had a chance to defend himself further: "You know father, I always wondered what books you were always hiding so quickly when I came in unannounced. I always thought it would be some kind of pornography."
Snickering harder again, Harry turned towards Draco and for a moment his eyes met the laughing ice-blue ones of his second mate. Until Draco realized what he was doing that was, and quickly looked away, mask falling into place again while he stood there stunned. There had been an almost Maraudish gleam in his younger mate's eyes and an easy openness. He wanted to be graced with that openness and that smile again, but he was sure that only his closest friends had ever seen it, and he himself was anything but for the blonde.
Concentrating back on the office, he eyed the wine-red walls and the light, cream coloured carpet beneath his feet, which covered a large part of the wooden floor.
"Your study is really nice," he said to Lucius with a clearing of his throat.
"I know; that is why I spend many hours in here. If you ever can't find me, try in here," Lucius answered him, still looking a bit miffed.
"I will remember that," he grinned, before asking: "Where do we go next?"
"There is a beautiful place in our rose garden, I would suggest we go there and simply relax for a while."
"That sounds good," he said and grabbed Lucius' arm before his mate could even offer it to him.
His eyes needed a moment to adjust to the dim light of the fountain in front of him, but as soon as they had, he gasped. Lucius had brought him to a labyrinth of silver-white roses, which surrounded him completely, only a nearly invisible opening in the bushes showed him that you could indeed enter without apparating. In the middle of the small clearing was a small fountain, with a statue in its middle, which actually showed two intimately dancing wizards, one of them clearly a Malfoy by his hair and features. It really was amazing how much alike they all were.
A single bench stood in front of one wall of roses on which Draco was already seated.
"Do you like it?" Lucius asked him softly, leaning down to whisper his question into his ear.
"Yes, it's beautiful," he whispered back, not daring to speak any louder in a place as magical as this.
"These roses are called silver-white witch. They are one of my favourites," Lucius said, taking him by his hand and leading him over to the bench. Before he knew it, he sat between his two mates, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable despite the beautiful atmosphere.
A House Elf appeared with a golden tray and offered them wineglasses with a delicious smelling red liquid. Lucius took two of them and offered them him and Draco, who stiffened at the smell, but took it without hesitation.
Sipping at his own blood, Harry watched his second mate from the corner of his eyes. Draco sniffed carefully, before testing a small swig as well. His ice-blue orbs flashed completely red for a split second and Harry was sure that anyone else would have groaned at the delicious taste, but Draco was a Malfoy, so he composed himself before any sound could leave his mouth and took another sip.
Suddenly his first mate looked back and forth between him and his second mate.
"Severus and I talked for a bit earlier and we are of the opinion that your idea with the second Headquarters is a very good one."
Harry blinked at Lucius in astonishment. Hadn't he, and especially his father, been against leaving the school secretly? Glancing over at Draco, he saw that the blonde's eyes had darkened in suspicion as well. Looking back at Lucius, he forced a small false smile onto his lips and said "Thanks, that will make things easier." Something was definitively off and his suspicion was confirmed when Lucius continued: "We think this weekend would be a good time. You are still far enough from your exams, so you should be able to manage your homework despite being away for a few days."
Nodding, he waited for his mate to continue, but Draco beat him to it:
"Father, what are you and Uncle Severus planning?"
Harry quickly suppressed the snort that threatened to rise at hearing Draco call his father ‘Uncle Severus’ and concentrated back on Lucius, whose lips were twitching in a smug grin.
"Why should we have planned anything? Harry cannot ignore his duty as the Head of the Order and it can be a chance for you to join him as well."
Now Draco was glaring at his father, but Harry felt too confused to say anything right now. What had his older mate and father come up with? Why would the renovation of Privet Drive make Draco join the Order? Besides, he couldn't involve his second mate in most things as the risk was simply too high as long as Draco had not officially joined, or at least finally accepted their blood bond (which was even more unrealistic).
"You mean joining the Order?" Draco clarified.
Lucius calmly took another sip of his blood, before elaborating in a voice as if he was merely talking about the weather.
"You have a lot of work ahead Harry if you want to make the house liveable for wizards. Among those things, you will have to raise shields that prevent the Ministry from recognizing magic done by underaged wizards and witches."
"There are shields like that?" He asked, now feeling even more confused.
His first mate nodded. "There are. Those wards are quite complicated, but as my legal heir, Draco of course knows the incantation."
Finally, it dawned on Harry what his older mate was planning. Lucius wanted Draco to help him set up Privet Drive as Headquarters so that they could become closer to each other; it had worked with them after all. Theoretically, it was a good idea, but Ron and Hermione would be there, as would be the twins, which meant this weekend could only end in a disaster.
"Father! I will not spend a whole weekend with a bunch of Gryffindors. I planned on attending a party in Slytherin House!" Draco exclaimed, pulling him from his thoughts.
Lucius' eyes had darkened threateningly at his son's words. "You will surely not attend those parties, at least not as long as you are not willing to go along with our submissive. Do not think that I do not know what happens at those kinds of parties. You will not be unfaithful to your soulmate," his first mate ordered coldly. Looking up at him, Harry tried to get a clue as to what he had meant by those kinds of parties. In Gryffindor, they drank butterbeer and simply talked, made jokes and listened to music, but then again, they weren't Slytherins. Not coming to a conclusion, he watched Draco lower his head; it was astonishing how much power Lucius still held over his son, even though the two males should be equals through there mate status. They were both his dominants, but then again, they hadn't completed their bond yet.
He took another sip from his goblet and listened to Draco saying: "Fine, I will spend the weekend with him."
Harry knew that Draco most likely had wanted to say more, most likely about his inadequacy as their submissive, but at least in some regards their courtship helped, or at least Lucius’ presence did.
"Good," Lucius said and he wanted to shrink under his dominant’s scrutinizing look; Draco of course didn't seem disturbed in the least and met his father's look.
"Now," Lucius continued, clearly taking charge of their bond again. "Do we have to talk about your behaviour these last few days as well, or can I assume that you two will behave better in the future?"
Flushing, Harry looked to the ground. Why did Lucius need to bring it up again? He knew that he had behaved poorly. Not only Draco was at fault, but still he just wanted for them to stop insulting each other so that his wounds could heal and he would be able to forgive his second dominant and finally complete their bond.
"I... I am sorry," he mumbled, not able to look up.
"We will behave better," Draco drawled to his left.
"Very well. Then I think it is time to return to the castle," Lucius announced and snapped his fingers.
The little elf appeared again and Harry placed his now empty goblet on the tray it was holding, before rising to his feet. Lucius took his arm again and they apparated back to the Leaky Cauldron, from where they floo’ed back to his quarters. He barely had time to stumble out of the fireplace, when Draco appeared behind him and rushed past him and practically fled from his quarters. Blinking in surprise, he looked at Lucius questioningly, but his mate only shrugged nonchalantly.
Picking up his new book, he suddenly asked: "Do you really think that it will help if Draco assists me at Privet Drive?"
Lucius stopped from brushing off his expensive cloak. "I do," his mate said without any doubt in his voice. "With every minute he watches you, his resolve crumbles a bit. Deep down in his heart he knows that you are his submissive. But why his childhood grudge has gotten so out of hand, I cannot tell you."
Sighing, Harry flopped down onto his sofa. He honestly had no idea either. He had been willing to forget what had happened between him and his second dominant, but Draco had held onto their old hatred. All around the school, girls had always whispered about how mature Draco already was, but he could not see any of it. Absentmindedly, his eyes wandered over to stare into the flames of his fireplace. Why was Draco not giving in? Everybody who looked a bit closer at the blonde could by now see that he was miserable. The month without blood was visible in his features, and the suffering was audible in every snide remark he made about his and Lucius’ relationship. So why?
Suddenly a warm hand fell on his shoulder. Harry startled and looked up into Lucius' silver eyes. "Do not worry too much. Draco will soon see reason. I can see it in his eyes; I am his father after all," his mate said and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well my little submissive, and do not read for too long. I need to go and prepare for my classes now," Lucius explained. Harry didn't really want him to leave, but he knew that it probably was for the best with their bond as it was right now. Currently, he did not have a lot to offer his mate. He couldn't cuddle with him, let alone all the other things they had enjoyed doing together, so he simply said. "I love you, Lucius. And don't work for too long."
He watched his mate leave mournfully. When the last strand of silver-blond hair had left around the corner, he sighed and picked ‘Quidditch, a History’ up again, deciding to simply go to bed and read until he fell asleep.
Nagini already lay on his bed as he entered his bedroom. She only lifted her head quickly, but resumed sleeping as soon as she had seen that it only was him. Pulling out his wand, he changed quickly into his PJ and climbed into bed, before settling the heavy tomb against his knees.
The book was even more interesting than he had imagined. It started with the invention of ball-games in general, skipped then to the invention of brooms and then started to explain how these two sports had met. He was just about to start the third chapter when a soft knock came from his door. Looking up, he saw his father coming in.
"Dad!" he exclaimed and stretched his hands out in a pleading gesture. His father understood immediately and transfigured his robes into a long nightshirt.
"Still awake?" Severus asked as he scooted over to make room for his father to lie down as well.
"Yeah, Draco gave me this book. It's great!" he answered and pointed to the book which by now was lying on his nightstand.
"A courting gift?" His father merely asked.
"Yes, but somehow I think that it was also meant as an apology... or maybe I just want to think that, but it is so thoughtful. He didn't need to give me something that I would actually like," he mused and snuggled closer to his father's warm body.
"Maybe, it is certainly difficult to say with Draco, he truly is a Malfoy in that regard."
Harry nodded against his father's chest. Now that he was lying down and cuddling against Severus’ strong chest, he felt the tiredness quickly creeping up on him. The day had been long and exhausting with his lessons, his Order Meeting and the trip to Malfoy Manor. He wanted to wish his father a good night, but he was only able to manage a long sigh. The last thing he heard before drifting off was his father's soft chuckle.
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Draco raced through the corridors and down to his quarters; he needed to be alone. A thousand emotions raced through his chest as he tried to suppress the pictures that were coming up in front of his inner eye. He didn't want to feel these things, he didn't want to see these pictures, but all he could see as he flung the door to his room open was Harry's Slytherin-green eyes, huge in awe at the sight of their manor.
Another picture pushed itself forwards, this time of the small raven smiling dreamily up at his father. For years he had wanted to have such a gaze focused on him and now his father had it. "You could have it as well," a silent voice whispered inside his mind suggestively and he roared in anger. No, he didn't want Potter anymore, he had gotten over him a long time ago, and even if his dream was within reach now, he would not stretch his hand out for it; Potter had hurt him enough already.
Flashes of his younger self, wiping hurt and angry tears away in a dark corner of his dormitory flashed in front of him. Angry at himself for remembering those things, those past weaknesses, he stomped over to his nightstand, pulled the drawer forcefully open and grabbed a small item from it. It was a book, bound in black leather, shrunken to the size of his palm. He grabbed it angrily, squeezed it tightly and flung it across the room, just then another memory of him waking up panting and moaning in denied need, played in front of him. He shoved the memory aside. Those days were long gone; he was not the weak, pained child with a broken heart. He was not in love with Harry Potter anymore.
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