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Bleared Perspective (Cherry)	By : Lunarsempai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Cherry

Rating: 16 and up

Warnings: Slash, anti-trio, pro Malfoys, anti-Weasleys (sorta), Non-betaed, Creature-fic, AU, OoC, OC

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or money making form own Harry Potter or any characters attached to that name they belong solely to their creator and publisher I just borrow them for fun.

Notes: “talking” ‘Thinking’ Parseltongue

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Lucius stared intently at the young wizard. He didn’t have to be Trelawney to know that this was one of the boy’s tougher challenges. His son’s health: physically, mentally and emotionally; depended on a true emotional connection between the two. He turned his gazed back to his son, the boy’s laboured breaths were like nails in his coffin. This kind of decomposition was not normal, not even in mates who had extended contact over years. “Have you come to a decision Mr. Potter?” The Malfoy scion didn’t need to see his son to know that he was angry at him for forcing his mate to decide on the spot.

“Lucius please” His wife’s magic washed over him, calming him down a little before the anger could flood his senses. He focused on breathing and keeping his magic intertwined with his son’s, the less emotion passing through the better.

Harry bit his lower lip, grabbing at his hair ends. Malfoy was about the world’s biggest prat, regardless of how nice he was being recently. He watched the other boy rasp for breath on the floor and bit his lip harder, tasting blood this time. “Let me handle it” Harry looked up. ‘What-’ He suddenly felt his chest warming and happiness spreading through him. “Just relax”.

The Boy Wonder took a deep breath and against his better judgement, listened to the voice. Soon the warm feeling was accompanied by a fluttering of butterflies in his stomach. His mouth opened in a small ‘O’ of surprise and a prickling feeling welled up in his eyes. Instantly, images of the kind things Draco did in the past as both a Prefect and recently Head Boy flooded his head. This new outlook made him wonder at his own blindness. ‘I am really no different than Voldermont’

“Remember when he helped that Hufflepuff first year last year.” The soft hissing at his ear combined with the increasing emotions he suddenly felt brought tears to the brunette’s eyes. He gripped his hand a little tighter only to relax them at a faint cracking sound and Draco’s wince. He didn’t notice how the Malfoys hovered over them both with expectant eyes.

Narcissa stared at the pain wracked body of her son, hoping that Harry would find some nice things about him that he could focus on for now. Her baby was one of the most important people in her life and she wasn’t sure she could handle the loss. Panic began to rise in her until her husband discreetly slipped his hand in hers. Her only wish was for her son to have what she had with her own mate not a gruesome death at the hands of ignorance.

“Ha…rry” The young blonde still had his eyes closed but that did not stop him from feeling the tears that feel from his intended’s eyes. “Don’t… cr…y” He felt the boy above him shake before a single pain word left his lips. “Yes” The Malfoy heir sighed heavily, a small smile on his lips before slipping into sleep.

The class burst into an uproar as the Slytherin students screamed “Draco!” They couldn’t believe the Golden Boy allowed Draco to die so easily and pulled out their Wands to start throwing Hexes.

“Harry how could you?!” Hermione screamed, hand covering her mouth as she moved close to the Head Boy. She was getting ready to berate her friend when she noticed that Draco’s chest rose and fell with every breath he took. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding and moved to comfort Harry.

Screams continued to echo throughout the room before a well placed silencing charm by the Malfoy head imposed quiet on the room. “Mr. Potter, now that you’ve accepted we must head to the hospital wing” Lucius picked up his son, taking care to not disrupt the flow of magic between them. Harry sniffed and nodded; he gently squeezed the hand Hermione slipped in his and whispered, “Come with me?”

Hermione smiled. “Of course Harry” She hugged him and went to gather their bags.

Harry stood up and wiped his eyes only to find out that they were dry and his face was cleaned. Mrs. Malfoy winked at him. “Mr. Potter stop dragging your feet, you need to come as well.” She said, “As for the rest of you, return to practicing your Spell work, starting from first year. I will return shortly.” Harry walked quickly behind them, the warm feelings in his chest slowly fading.

Hermione tried to leave behind them, but it was hard to get past the rest of her classmates when The Slytherins and a few Ravenclaws tried hex her and the rest of the class jeering at her. At one point she was tripped up and Draco’s bag went flying through the air. “Stop this at once!” She screamed, while holding Harry’s bag close to her chest. She summoned Draco’s bag when Millicent grabbed it from the air.

“What do you think you’re doing Granger? Trying to steal Malfoy’s things?” Millicent cast a fire cracker curse at her feet. Hermione jumped back and slammed into Gyole who pushed her into Crabbe. They chortled at her flushed face and moved aside as Blaise and Pansy stepped forward. “Good work Millicent” Blaise said, assuming Draco’s position while he was away.

Hermione looked around and saw that the rest of her classmates were either arguing with Ron or pretending that she didn’t exist. She fingered her wand; hoping that she didn’t have to curse her classmates. She moved her hand in a complicated way before a blinding light filled the room. She ran, grabbing Draco’s bag as she did so, and left the room while the rest were still rubbing their eyes and crying.

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Harry struggled to keep up with the Malfoy’s longer strides, even resorting to jogging at one point to keep up. He was completely unaware of what Hermione was going through at the moment but hoped she would get to them soon. By the time they got to the Hospital Wing Harry was ready to collapse, he watched Lucius place his son on the bed before turning to the boy hero. “Get in” Harry was sure his ears were playing tricks on him; surely the blonde’s father didn’t want him to get in bed with his son. “What’s going on here?!” Madam Pomfery asked, hustling into the infirmary and saving Harry the embarrassment of asking if he heard the elder Malfoy correctly. “My goodness” The medi witch whispered, eyes running over the Head Boy. His skin looked healthier than it had when they were in DADA but he still looked like a corpse. Already she had her wand in hand and prepared to cast her many diagnostic spells. She was halfway through her first spell when Mrs. Malfoy grabbed her hand.

“Can you please not cast any spells on my son” She asked, in such a way that it sounded like a statement more than a question. Madam Pomfrey looked offended “Mrs. Malfoy, your son is injured, and just the-” Lucius cut her off at this point “Our son will get better if Mr. Potter would get into bed with him.” He didn’t look away from his son, focusing on mending the rips he found present in his magical pathways. His forehead creased in concentration as he ran his hands over the places that were the most corrupted. The Medi-witch frowned and opened her mouth to retort before understanding dawned in her and her eyes widened. “You’re magical beings!”

The two Malfoys hissed at her. “We ask that you do not say that too loudly” Narcissa said, eyes narrowing on the Medi-witch before she scanned the windows. The medi-witch nodded, biting her lip a little. “So Harry is your son’s Mate” The Malfoy Matriarch nodded. “I won’t say anything but you have seriously jeopardized your son’s health by not informing the school of this.” Lucius chukled and muttered something under his breath while Narcissa just shook her head.

While the two women talked, Harry moved towards the bed that housed the youngest Malfoy, “Draco, please be ok”.

“Mr. Mal- I mean Assistant Professor Malfoy, Why did you bring me here, what do you want from me?” The older blonde looked at him from the corner of his eye. “We brought you here because it would help our son heal. Due to your ignorance he almost died and now, in this state he would need your magic to heal those wounds, the closer the better.” Harry was shocked and more than a little scared of getting into bed with Malfoy; he swallowed a little and moved towards the bed.

“Do I have to be in the bed?”

“Do you wish to be chained to his side for the next two months?”

The marked boy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. ‘Are all Slytherins going to grow up to be snarky gits?’

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Draco awoke to feel of a warm body next to his own. He rolled to his side and tossed an arm over the person, pulling them close before burying his head into the boy’s neck. “Hmm… Harry” He licked his neck and nipped at it when his mate stiffened in his arms. He heard a giggle from across the room and looked up; Granger was sitting next to the bed, hiding a smile behind her hand.

The boy was tense in Draco’s arms; He didn’t respond at first but then said “Malfoy, take your arm of me” Draco just snuggled in closer and moaned out “It’s nice here”

“Take your arm off me Malfoy or I’ll hex it off” Harry replied, poking the offending appendage with his wand. Draco groaned but removed his arm anyway. “Are you this nice to every dying person you save?” Harry rolled his eyes. He was about to comment when Hermione cut him off.

“Good afternoon Malfoy,”

“Granger” Draco replied, lifting a hand to acknowledge her presence.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, watching Harry play with the sheets, oblivious to the hand stroking his side. She stifled a giggle. “I’m fine” Draco replied, “Though I could be better”

Harry spoke up at this point, “What was that bond you were telling me about earlier Malfoy”

“Harry we spoke about this,” Harmione chided, “You should start calling him Draco” If Draco were a different man he probably would have kissed Granger for the help but instead he watched his mate react with the witch.

Before the blonde could interject, Madam Pomfery came hustling in, wand in hand. “Oh Mr. Malfoy, you’re awake that’s good” She took notice of the lack of space between the two and sucked at her teeth. “This would not do” With a warning to Hermione and a wave of her wand the bed immediately resized allowing both to have their own separate side with a mound of pillows between them. Draco whined a little as her magic washed over him. “Oh, sorry love,” She smiled at him but he was a little too nauseous to return the action.

“Now remember Mr. Malfoy, you shouldn’t be trying anything with Harry while you are courting him” She waved her wand at him and he groaned in frustration, figures his father would get to her before he could. “Yes Madam Pomfrey” Harry smiled in content at that.

They lay in awkward silence, trying to focus on everything that wasn’t the other person. Thankfully Hermione broke the silence. “Malfoy, What kind of creature are you?” She asked, staring at Draco who seemed Hell bent on getting over the pillows while Harry kept pushing them back over. “I went through my copy of ‘Mindboggling Magical Creatures’ but you haven’t shown any signs of betting either a Banshee, Nymph, Veela, -”

Draco, stopping trying to get to Harry and looked at Hermione pointedly, “That information is classified” He said, ‘Not like you’ll believe me anyway’ He thought, reaching back over the pillow barrier and grabbing a handful of Harry’s ass. The Boy Hero squeaked, though he would always say it was because his throat was dry, and smacked the other boy with a pillow.

“Why didn’t you tell me I was killing you?” Harry asked after they had settled. A long silence filled the air after that, making Harry think that the blonde had gone off to sleep. He was startled out of his thoughts by the other boy’s reply.

“It wouldn’t have mattered.” Draco took note of the way Hermione’s eyes shined as she stored away the new information.

“Yes it would, I would have said yes then” Harry rolled his eyes though the other boy couldn’t see it, he wondered how Draco would be the top boy in their year seven years running if he was that stupid.

“And I would have continued to die and eventually die and you would blame yourself because you have a saving people thing”

“I do not have-”

“You know he’s right Harry”

“Aren’t you my friend?! Shouldn’t you be on my side?!” Harry shouted at the girl, she smiled, “Not when he’s right Harry. Remember first year when you just had to save Neville’s Remembral?”

“Or second year; you made it your business to go and find out just what was going on” Draco interjected

“And then there was third year where you were hunting for Sirius Black” Hermione continued, grinning at this point. Harry tossed a pillow at her leaving a hole in his barrier.

“Alright, fine!” He almost jumped out of his skin when an arm snaked around his waist.

Harry scowled and turned to lie on his back so he wouldn’t have to look the smug faces in the eye. He thought about how his life had yet again taken a turn for the strange. He was now a candidate for mating with Draco Malfoy ‘Next they’ll be telling me I’m a magical being too’ He sighed, poking the arm around his waist with his wand, more out of boredom than actual desire for it to move.

Hermione smiled at Harry’s actions. ‘He should at least give it a chance’ She thought, ‘Who knows, Malfoy may actually be good for him’

“Stupid woman, how could she put pillows between us, he needs us” Harry ignored the voice; it had been saying weird things since his defence class. ‘Go away’ He hissed at it “I can’t do that Harry” Harry sucked his teeth and rolled over to face the pillows. ‘I can’t wait 'til this is all over.’

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The boy who lived settled into bed with a happy sigh. It was the first time for two days he had been in his common room. As soon as he got back Ron was on his case and Ginny had fret over him. She wanted to follow him to his room and “comfort” him but he managed to get rid of her on the stairs. He had to think about the new behaviour both the Weaselys and the Malfoys were exhibiting and with Ginny there he wouldn’t be able to focus. Being Malfoy’s nursemaid forced him to be away from his dorm it didn’t make him exempt from his classes; though he had to miss some of his classes because Malfoy didn’t take them. The only good thing about the arrangement was Harry seeing more of Hermione and more of how Malfoy acted through the day. “Say Draco” Whined the annoying voice in his head. He groaned into the mattress, that voice wouldn’t leave him alone for the life of him! If it would talk about something other than “Draco” maybe it wouldn’t be so annoying.

“FATHER, BE RESONABLE!” Someone screamed.

The scared boy raised his head, ‘Who-’ “Draco!”

“I AM RESONABLE! THIS GOES AGAINST MY RIGHTS!!!!” Draco screamed again.

Harry was out of his bed, wand in hand and a determination to get to the bottom of what was going on at the forefront of his mind. He almost fainted when his dorm room opened an inch in front of his face. Before him stood the Malfoy Patriarch and behind him, in a partial body bind was a disgruntled Draco Malfoy. “Dray” Harry took in the sight of the younger blonde. In the two hours they were apart the blonde already had racoon eyes and his skin seemed to be tainted various shades of grey and green.

Without waiting to be invited in the Lucius stepped in and pushed his son in the speechless boy’s arms. Harry stumbled a little and realised that Draco felt lighter than he appeared to be “Father this isn’t necessary” He cried, trying to get up before a harsh glare from his father stopped him in his tracks. “Draconis” Both teenagers winced at the tone Lucius used. “Are you of legal age?” The blonde shook his head no before stuttering out a “No” when his father’s eyes narrowed on him. “Good. Do you know what that means?”

“That you and mother are responsible for me until I become an adult”

“Exactly, and until such a time you have no say in what goes on in your life and you must do as I say. Now stay here”

The Malfoy Patriarch turned and left, leaving each terrified teen to themselves. So much for Harry’s Malfoy free night.

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The next morning Draco walked down to the breakfast table with a large smile on his face, to the trained eye. He sat between Pansy and Blaise, both of whom regarded Draco coolly as he began to take out food. “So... When exactly were you going to tell us that you are a magical being” Zabini asked, cutting straight to the heart of the matter. “Yes Draco, I thought we were your friends but it seems we aren’t that trust worthy to you”

Draco smiled inwardly; he knew the two were already got over it but just wanted to make him feel guilty. “Well dear Pansy, you never asked” He piled up a slice of toast with bacon and eggs before pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice. She opened her mouth to retort but was drowned out by the sound of flapping wings.

Pansy and Blaise watched the tiny smile on Draco’s face widen. They turned to each, eyes locking as they traded ideas in the way most couples tend to do. Their eyes tracked their ringleader’s across the Great Hall. Soon they found Harry Potter and his gang over at the Gryffindor table. They watched him as intently as Draco did until a school owl landed on the table nearly missing toppling over a kettle of hot water. Its package was plain and of medium size.

They watched as the boy hero and Granger checked it for any nasty surprises. After deeming it safe the boy hero started to strip the plain paper off the package. Next he opened the box while his fellow Gryffindors looked on. Finally he slipped his hand inside and pulled out a simple mirror with small wing-like features attached.

The two purebloods looked their friend and wondered what exactly got into him to get the boy such a cheap gift. However the boy seemed to be smiling as Harry pulled out a slip of paper. He watched as the boy blushed at the note. He frowned when Granger grabbed it out of his future mate’s hand and read it. A laugh almost burst out of his mouth when Granger began teasing Harry about the note. Before he returned to his meal, he looked at the staff table. His father had an amused look on his face while his mother had that sheen in her eyes that she got whenever she thought about her future grandkids.

Blaise and Pansy moved in closer to the blonde after the exchange. “Well…” after a few minutes without an answer Draco decided to elaborate “Is there any reason to your disrespect of my personal space?”

“Draco what the hell was that?” Blaise questioned, eyes narrowing.

“And don’t try to deny that it was you who sent Potter that gift” Pansy continued before the boy could play dumb.

Draco just smirked, “Well Pansy I believe that was the future ‘Mrs. Malfoy’ receiving my gift” His friends were not amused. “Draco what the hell, you know that’s not the way we do things” Hissed the black boy, discreetly casting a privacy ward around the three of them. At Zabini’s cue Pansy pitched the hard question. “Draco, sweetie, what kind of creature are you? Why didn’t you tell us?” Draco stiffened; he looked around and noticed that nothing seemed out of place. He moved his eyes over the staff table and caught his Father looking at him. “Later guys after classes” They both frowned at him but knew Draco was a… whatever he was of his words.

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For one brunette the day was completely odd; to say the least. He knew Malfoy “Draco!” sent him the mirror along with the tacky note. ‘Because as simple as you seem you still show things people miss.’ After two weeks of being chased by an overzealous magical being, it was weird to not be able to even catch his eye; it seemed as if, in the space of one day, his deepest wish for the past week had come through. Though the lack of attention was getting to him, sometimes, he would feel eyes on the back of his neck during his potion class but turn to see the blonde hard at work. Other times he would see the blonde in a hallway and when he noticed him the Malfoy heir would make it his business to head in the opposite direction. “Why is he avoiding us?” Harry was about to shrug before he realised how stupid that would look.

It was dinner time now and he had hardly seen the blonde longer than a minute and never alone. ‘This courting thing must be getting to me’ He walked into the Great Hall and took a seat on one side of Hermione. Ron was still ignoring him, he was mad that Ron was being so pigheaded and hoped he would come around soon. Ginny on the hand he wished was giving him the silent treatment. Since Malfoy left the Hospital wing she took to wearing provocative clothing around the common room and following him around, which just led to her and Ron fighting more.

Harry sighed, if that was the worst of it he would have been happy however the air in Hogwarts was heavy. Everywhere he went after he accepted Draco’s proposal he was hexed and at one point accosted by a few muggleborns who thought his choice was... disgusting. At one point two Hufflepuffs had ended up doing detention with Hagrid for trying to curse him.

Harry sighed and began to dig into some Sheppard’s Pie when Dumbledore stood to make an announcement. The entire population of the Great Hall suddenly became quite. “As you know, the current Minster of Magic has proposed the integration of Muggle Affairs into our society. This coming October shall be Muggle centred on various Muggle inventions and activities. As to what Hogwarts will be doing I’ll leave that up to you to decide.” He’s twinkling blue eyes surveyed the room. Many of the muggle raised occupants began to whisper amount themselves until they noticed that Dumbledore was once again waiting for quiet. “Tomorrow a box will be placed outside the Great Hall for you to submit your ideas. Thank you all, you may now return to your dinner” The Head Master once again took his seat and turned to speak with The Gryffindor Head of House.

Excited chatter filled the Hall once again, as everyone began to wonder what would happen come October. This news did nothing to quell Harry’s sorrow. He remember last year at the Muggle Affairs event at the school when Ron’s dad, with Harry’s and Hermione’s help, had done some research and sent them a few pieces of information on the Muggle World along with Muggle devices. Harry sighed, poking his meshed Sheppard’s Pie with his fork.

The only thing that brought Harry out of his self-pity was the sight of two tall, twin blondes striding purposely towards the staff table. This would not have been odd had the two not been wearing what looked to be designer muggle suits and shoes, without robes. They both had shaggy medium length hair, pointy noses and strong jaws. “Don’t forget cute butts” Harry happily ignored the annoying voice. Upon closer inspection, Harry’s eyes widened and his jaw almost dropped. One of them was the stranger from the Hogwarts Express. “Apparently they had this planned” Harry was too shocked to say anything.

He watched as they walked up to the staff table and bowed to the Headmaster before moving on to the Malfoys and bowing to them. “Good night father, mother” They said, holding up their heads to look at their parents. The Malfoys looked at the two before replying “Good night sons”

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End Notes: Another chapter done. Now if you remember what Dumbledore said please vote for what you would like to see if less than five people vote for one thing then I would just find something. Many thanks for the reviews they keep me in the mind for writing though circumstances keep me from typing. I wanted to insert their species in here but it seemed too awkward. Please enjoy your evening.

End Note2: Yay! We have found out the stranger! Thank god...
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