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Draken Blood	By : Morbid_and_Sexy Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32660 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, and never will. Permission to write this take on Dracken life was given by Starlight Mass. I make no money by writting this story. Harry's future kids and the OCs are strictly mine.

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A/N: Look, I'm not even going to reply to the flamers. If they can't see that this story is done my way, then I'll just use their flames to warm my hands. Anyway, my muse, Nikki, wouldn't leave me alone about this chapter.

Nikki: Da** Straight!

Me: *tear* So mean!

Addie: *laughs evilly* That's right, we are!

Nikki: Now, let's get this party started!

Me: *hangs head* Ok. Disclaimer in first chapter!

Chapter 3: The first Mate

Sunday found Harry surrounded by 20-29 year olds. He sighed at all of the self-centered dominants. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he yelled at them to leave the room. He turned to Elder Kyrimm, "How can they all be like that?"

"I don't know, Harry." Elder Kyrimm shook his head. "I noticed that you were receptive to one dominant yesterday."

Harry blushed slightly. "I was just shocked that he was a draken!" He noticed that the dominants had left, so he said, "I'll just go up to my room until this afternoon." Elder Kyrimm just nodded, and smiled, so Harry left the room. As Harry walked upstairs, he was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the scent coming from his room. He opened the door, and walked over to the bed. Laying down on the bed, he closed his eyes. When his bathroom door opened, Harry opened his eyes and looked over to see Terry. "Terry? I thought I told you to leave." Harry saw Terry leap, so he rolled off the other side of the bed just a second before Terry landed on the bed. Harry crawled under the bed, hoping to get to the other side and out the door, but let out a cry of distress when a clawed hand grabbed his ankle and started to pull him out.

What seemed like seconds passed, and Harry noticed that the hand on his ankle was gone. He heard a grunt from above, and stayed under the bed until he heard a familiar voice.

"Harry, you can come out now." Hermione called to her best friend. A minute later, she had an armful of a crying Harry. "Shh! Shh!" She coo'ed at him, and ran her fingers through his silky hair.

Elder Kyrimm looked between the two. "Harry, have you chosen your first mate?" he asked.

Harry hiccuped, and nodded. Some hands patted his back in comfort, and he lifted his head to see three men draw their arms back. He met the eyes of Draco, Severus, and a boy that he never really met before.

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Harry and Hermione were sitting at the Slytherin table for supper, when Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's hand. He looked at her concerned, and she nodded to the doors of the Great Hall. Harry looked, and saw Ron.

Ron stormed over to them. "I see now. First you get resorted, then you take my girl? What next? You screw the whole Slytherin Quiddich team?"

Harry's eyes teared up, and he said, "You don't mean that, Ron. I'd never do that. And Hermione said that she broke up with you last year."

"Temporari-" Ron started to say, but Hermione cut in.

"The break-up wasn't temporary, Ronald." she said, icily. "Now, go away before I do something I'll love." She smirked.

Severus walked over and said, "I suggest you do as she says, Mr. Weasley. And 15 points from Gryffindor for foul language. Don't make me change it to 30." Severus sneered at Ron.

"What?" Ron shrieked. "That bloody bast-"

Ginny dragged her brother away, and sent Harry an apologetic look. When she got Ron to their table, she sat him down and smacked the back of his head.

Harry turned to Hermione. "Do you think everyone will think like Ron?" The tears in his eyes almost spilled over.

Hermione held Harry close. "Maybe, maybe not, but don't worry about it. I'll take care of you." She kissed his forehead.

Severus looked down at Harry. "Dumbledore would like to see you and miss Granger after you eat. Good luck, Potter." Severus had whispered that last bit, so only some of the Slytherins heard him. Then he went back to the head table.

Harry blinked away his tears, and straightened up. "Herm, there are a few things I need to tell you! First, Dumbledore probably wants to ask us why we are together. Second, I don't plan on telling him about our inheritances. Last, he asked me to take the D.A.D.A position." Emerald eyes met warm brown. "What do I do?"

"I kinda guessed about those." Hermione said, cutting into her steak. "On the matter of teaching Defense, I think you should do it. It'll be hard, with Newts and those 'meetings', but I'll do everything in my power to help you come up with lesson plans and study for your own tests. You'll have to make up tests for D.A.D.A. on your own. I don't want to cheat..." The two of them ate in relative silence. Then, when they were done, Hermione said, "Let's go, Ry." they stood up.

Harry looked up at her. "You gave me a nickname?" She smiled and nodded. Then Harry hugged her. "Thanks, Moine!" With that, Harry skipped out of the Great Hall with a laughing Hermione behind him. The two made their way up to Dumbledore's office, where they were invited in.

"Hello, Harry, my boy. How are you this evening, miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked. He noticed the scowls, but ignored them.

Hermione sat down in a chair, and gently tugged Harry into her lap where he immediately snuggled against her. She glanced down at her little submissive. "Ry, would you like to talk to the headmaster, or shall I?"

Harry leaned up to whisper "old goat" in Hermione's ear, and they both smiled. Then Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Professor, I'd like it if you called me Mr. Potter. I am not your boy, and you will not call me Harry. Another thing, I'll take the Defense job, but I'll pick where my rooms are. Do you understand?"

Dumbledore was furious, but he struggled to not show it. "Very well, Mr. Potter." He sighed, and asked, "May I ask why you two are dating?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't see how it's your business, but we love each other. She knows me almost as well as I know myself. She's special." Hermione kissed his hair to hide her smile. "Well, we better get going. I still have lesson plans to make." Harry got up, and Hermione stood up too. The two 16-year-olds left the headmaster's office, and Harry asked Hermione, "Do you want to move in with me, or pretend that we are only dating?" Harry couldn't look her in the eye.

Hermione pulled Harry against her, and lifted his chin. She looked into his eyes. "I'd love to move in with you. Never think otherwise." She kissed him on the lips, and deepened the kiss when Harry gasped in surprise. Hermione tilted her head to kiss Harry better, and Harry moaned. They were both panting when they finally pulled apart. Hermione laid her forehead on Harry's, and said, "Wow!"

"Yeah." Harry said. He turned away, blushing. "Let's go, before anyone decides to follow us." He led the way to the entrance to the dungeons. They didn't get any farther, when they heard a thump and someone behind them call out to them. They turned to see an unconscious headmaster and an aggravated Severus.

"You should watch your back, Harry. He followed you since you left his office." said the snarky professor.

"Why should I watch my back, if there are people like you to watch it for me?" Harry retorted.

Hermione tried not to laugh. She thought that Snape would be mad, but he just smirked at Harry. Hermione cleared her throat, and asked, "Professor, do you know where in the dungeons we can find a nice, private, set of rooms?"

Severus looked at her, and nodded. He called for a house-elf to take Dumbledore to his own room. Then Severus showed Harry and Hermione the rooms next to his own private rooms. "No one will suspect."

Harry said, "Thanks, Severus." Then he turned to the portrait guarding his new rooms. The woman in the portrait smiled at him. Harry said, "My name is Harry Potter. This is Hermione Granger. We will be living in the rooms you guard so well, madam."

The woman giggled. "Those pretty words will get you everything. Now, what will you like the password to be, and who do you not want access to these rooms?"

Harry thought about it, and said, "The password should be 'First Love', and I don't want Dumbledore or Ron to be able to get in."

"Their full names?" the woman in the portrait asked.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, and Albus Percifal Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

The portrait swung open, and the woman said, "Goodnight, Mr. Potter." as Harry and Hermione walked past. Then she shut. Harry glanced at Hermione from the corner of his eye. Then he poked her, and ran to the bedroom. She was right behind him, laughing the whole time. Harry lept on the bed, and tried to roll across it, but Hermione got on the bed and pinned him down. So, he was on his back with his hands above his head, and Hermione straddling his hips. He smiled up at her as he rolled his hips against hers.

Hermione moaned. "Not yet, Harry. I want to, but we aren't ready." Leaning down, she kissed him lightly on the lips. Then she rolled off of him, and they both got dressed for bed. Hermione laid on her back, and Harry snuggled to her side. He slid an arm and a leg over her. "Goodnight, Harry." she said, covering them both.

"G'night, Hermione." Harry yawned.

Aw! Wasn't that sweet? How'd y'all like it? R&R!
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