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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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AN: I would really like to thank my newest Beta sapphyredragon-rn for the corrections she made on this Chapter! Isn't it PRETTY!? Everyone thank Sapphyr!

As a side note, I believe I previously mentioned that the date of Harry and Draco's wedding was going to be on the Winter Solstice. Due to my idiocy, I forgot that the Winter Solstice already passed multiples of chapters ago. I am not good at judging the time... so, they are getting married 'in a few days'.

AN 2: also, a lot of people have been asking me about when I'm going to update, or put up the new chapter Ect Ect. Well, just so you know, I always update once a month, on the 27'th at some point during the day. (I'm only a LITTLE late today.)

Heir To The Throne

Chapter 38

Love Reclaimed

It had only taken Myrtle a minute to fetch the teachers. However, by the time they got to Harry, his heart had already stopped. It took Madam 'Pomfrey' a full three minutes to get it going again and it took another two to get him breathing. Hermione was sobbing as she watched the Healer struggling to save Harry, Ron was clutching Blaise, both of them pale 'with' terror. Neville and Luna hovered by the doorway, too scared to come close, worried that they might get in the way. They all nearly collapsed in relief as Harry took his first shuddering breath, coughing hard, his emerald eyes fluttering before a low keening noise filled the air.

It was Harry, the noise was of utter anguish as his magic curled around them all, squeezing their hearts and their souls. Luna dropped to her knees with a cry of horror, clutching her chest as Madam Pomfrey began to sob. Harry was projecting, he didn't know he was doing it, he couldn't help it... there was so much pain that it leaked out and filled the room until even Dumbledore was gasping.

"Do you still think that they don't need each other Headmaster!? Do you still think Draco is no good for Harry!?" For a moment, Harry wasn't sure whose voice that was... then he realized it was Snape, Snape was speaking... Harry didn't want to hear voices, he wanted to be dead.

"How could I have known Severus? How could I have known that Draco wasn't human? That he was Veela... I didn't know... they kept it such a secret..." Dumbledore whispered, sounding heartbroken... but Harry knew better, Dumbledore was worried yes, but not about him or Draco... he was only worried that Harry would die and that he would lose his weapon.

"Can you blame me for keeping it a secret Albus?" That' was Lucius... no... no Harry didn't want him to be there either... it hurt... oh GOD it HURT. "Narcissa does not even know that I am a Half Veela. Draco is only a Quarter, he cannot feather out like Veela can yet his instincts are just as strong. when he denied Harry because of that harlots actions he immediately sentenced himself to death!  Parkinson has almost killed both my son and his lover by a misguided attempt at wooing Draco. Can you imagine how many people woul try, simply to hurt me or my son!?”

"I'm' sorry Lord Malfoy... I didn't know." Dumbledore whispered. "I didn't... I couldn't know. I thought he was using Harry, I never imagined...."

"He and Harry must be as physically close as possible now that the love and lust potions are out of Draco's system... it will make their link stronger... if we are lucky, they might be able to reconnect their Soul Bond..." Lucius interrupted Dumbledore, completely uncaring about the old bastard.

"I need to finish healing Harry first... Harry? Harry, can you hear me?" That was Madam Pomfrey... Harry didn't want to hear her either... "Harry, you need to listen to me... Draco was not in control of his actions... he loves you a great deal... you are his Soul Mate Harry.... the only one who can make him happy." Madam Pomfrey muttered softly.

"No... no... just let me die... please... just let me die..." Harry pleaded. "He doesn't want me... I'm no good... no good for him..." Harry whimpered shuddering as he felt himself getting picked up.

"No Harry..." It was Lucius again. "You are the only person good enough for him." Lucius murmured. "You are the only person my son will ever love and the only person who will ever make him Happy. Harry, he is dying because he thinks you hate him..."

"No... no I love him... he's the only one... he's perfect..." Harry moaned as he was settled close to Draco, the scent of his lover filling his senses, the smooth of Draco's skin and he suddenly realized they where both naked... he was in too much pain and anguish to be embarrassed. "Draco's so perfect..." Harry groaned. "Please... I want to die.. Draco doesn't love me anymore... please..."

“No, Harry, Draco loves you. You Must find him, reconnect with him Harry." Lucius ordered softly. "Find him Harry... if you really love him... make him love you back..." Lucius ordered softly, stroking Harry's hair gently. "Find him, and make him see, just how worthy you are," Harry whimpered, wrapped his arms around Draco, found that little line that connected them and pushed himself into Draco's mind.

Harry wasn't sure why it was so dark in Draco's mind... so very dark with streaks of angry red... like an infection the red was spreading... for some reason the red seemed... dangerous, the long lines of bloody colored thoughts made Harry shudder violently as he looked around with eyes that glowed like beacons. Harry wasn't sure what was happening, he didn't know where he was, didn't understand... but he felt much better being in this place... he could think now, he could feel again without feeling as though he ought to die. Everything the others had said, suddenly made sense.

"Draco?" Harry asked, his eyes looking around... he knew, he was actually sleeping, pressed tight against Draco, but it FELT as if he was looking around... it felt as if he was lost in a mass of writhing black and poisonous red. He had to find Draco, he had to tell the other that it was alright, that he understood... he had to make Draco understand that Harry didn't blame him in the least... he had to find Draco... he HAD to... but he didn't know how.

"Draco where are you!?" Harry asked, feeling panic rise inside of him, he felt grief choking him, terror flooding him... he was going to lose the one he loved more than anything... he knew if Draco died, Harry wouldn't be able to stand it. "Draco please! I'm scared! Where are you!? I need you!" Harry pleaded, and then gasped as a light flickered at the edge of the consciousness. "Draco!" The light fluttered out and Harry shuddered, but he knew how to get the other now... Draco wouldn't save himself... but he would do anything for Harry.

"Draco! Please! I can't find you! I don't know where I am! Help me! Please! I'm scared!" Harry cried out, his voice filled with the terror he felt at the thought of losing his Seraphim. "Please Draco! Help me!" Harry pleaded. "I need you!" There it was, the flickering light again, the light that he knew was Draco. "Please! Please! I'm so scared Draco... I'm so scared!" Suddenly, Draco was there... naked as the day he was born, wings sprouting from his back smothering him in flames that did not burn.

Draco's arms were both weak and strong as they wrapped around Harry, pulling them tight together. Draco's wings wrapped just as tightly around them as he cradled Harry closely, bathing Harry in warmth and light as Draco began to sob, his face pressed into Harry's shoulder as the pale form trembled and shook... Harry could feel his body, out in the 'real world' wrapping around Draco's quivering form.

“Shhh Draco." Harry murmured, stroking his lovers hair, pressing a kiss to Draco's forehead. "Hush now Love.... your alright now.. I've found you..."

"Harry... Harry I'm so sorry.... I couldn't.. I couldn't...." Draco babbled, distraught and upset. "'I'm so sorry!"

"No! No there's no reason for you to be sorry! It wasn't your fault... Draco! Look at me!" Harry demanded, silver eyes, filled with tears flicked to firm emerald and winced. "Draco, I love you, and it's not your fault." Harry promised, kissing Draco gently. "Pansy drugged you Draco... do you understand? Pansy MADE you do those things... it's not your fault..."

"I tried... I tried to fight it.... it was like I was trapped in my own mind... I couldn't claw my way out.... she... she made me say, terrible things... she made me say terrible things to you.... she... she touched me... I'm so filthy... so filthy...." Draco sobbed, nearly sagging against Harry as he was overwhelmed by a fresh round of tears. Harry felt rage building inside of him directed at Pansy.

"She raped you..." Harry whispered softly, in horror and Draco nodded.

"I tried to stop her... I tried so hard to make her stop.... but I couldn't get free.... my own mind had me trapped... I couldn't get free.... I couldn't stop..." Draco sobbed, Harry wrapping his arms tightly around Draco, shuddering as he realized how traumatized his lover really was.

"Hush now... hush... I'll wash her away from you." Harry promised softly, kissing Draco gently. "I love you... it's not your fault, never your fault... and I will never let you leave me." Harry promised softly, Draco whimpering as he started to relax into Harry's arms. "Tell me where she touched you... I will make sure you never remember her touch." Harry whispered softly as Draco shivered, less from fear and more from lust as he whispered the places where Pansy had touched, kissed, stroked or held. Harry took his time, stroking and teasing Draco, using his own touch to wash away any and every trace of Pansy.

Harry wasn't sure how long they laid there in Draco's mind as the red eased away and the darkness faded into a dusty gray. He didn't know how long they simply touched each other, muttering about how much they loved each other, trading apologies and offering forgiveness for wrongs done, both in the past and for what Pansy had done to them. They muttered and murmured, slowly fading into sleep and waking to the dark room of the infirmary.

Draco was still sleeping next to him... or rather.. on him... Harry was very glad that Draco wasn't that heavy or he'd have been crushed, because Draco was more on him than he was on the bed, much to Harry's amusement. Draco had his arms wrapped tightly around Harry's waist, his head resting on Harry's belly and the rest of him splayed over Harry's legs as if Harry was some sort of giant teddy bear... really, it was cute.

Harry smiled as he stroked Draco's hair, feeling the feathery strands, as soft as silk as he felt it sliding through his fingers. Draco sighed softly, leaning into the hand on his head like a kitten as he nuzzled Harry's belly, clearly Draco was determined not to wake up. Harry was all too happy to let Draco sleep, his lovers face was so calm and relaxed, Harry didn't want Draco to wake up and remember what had happened... with as dark as it was in the room, they had laid in the Dreamworld for several hours, just reassuring each other they had loved each other... Harry wanted Draco to have as much peace as he could get.

Harry sighed as he closed his eyes, remembering his very near death, lifting his free hand to stare at the wrist. There was a scar... there would always be a scar, not even Madam Pomfry had been able to heal such a wound without a mark... in a way, he was glad... he would always remember, and always know... the deepest pain he had ever faced, and he had somehow, miraculously, survived... it was his luck, or Fate... and he would be able to look at that mark and know he had overcome the hardest thing he would ever face, and know... that he could face anything.

"Mmm, Harry?" Draco asked softly, staring at Harry's wrist with startled silver eyes, Harry smiling at Draco.

"It's ok Dray... I tried... but I failed." Harry admitted softly. "My love for you saved me, I think..." He admitted softly, "or it's my famous luck... I don't know which..." Harry admitted softly, Draco grimacing.

"Harry I'm so sorry... I didn't know you'd be affected by this too..." Draco whispered, wincing as Harry lifted an eyebrow at Draco. "…I knew my soul would bond to yours... that's why if you reject me I die... but I didn't know yours would bond to mine too... I.."

"Hush, Draco." Harry ordered, smiling at his lover. "I like it this way." Harry admitted softly, "Now I know... no matter what, I will always have someone love me, just as much as I love them." Harry admitted, smiling at Draco, his head tilted, both of them turning as someone stepped into the room and closed the door as quietly as they could. Both boys fell still and silent, waiting for an attack as a figure... woman, stepped into the area and gently set something down on the bed... a book...

"Hermione?" Harry asked softly, the girl gasping, jumping nearly a foot in the air, clapping a hand over her own mouth to stifle the shriek she wanted to release as she realized Harry was awake.

"Oh Merlin Harry... you scared me! I thought you where sleeping... I... I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you..." Hermione whispered. "I just... I wanted to say I was sorry..." she admitted softly. "I never... I never gave Draco a chance and... and I made you feel terrible because of it and I... I wanted to say I was sorry... I see now, how much you love him... how much.. you need him... and how much he needs you too..." she admitted softly, biting her lip. "I never believed in soul mates... or, soul magic or anything like that... but... but now.. I do... you and Draco... you were meant to be together and...."

"Hermione... Thank you." Harry interrupted her, smiling as he took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you understand now..."

"Thank you, Granger." Draco whispered, making Hermione jump as well. "I understand it was partly you, that saved Harry..."

"O-oh, no I just..."

"You told the teachers he was suicidal... if you hadn't done that, moaning Myrtle wouldn't have been so quick to come across a teacher." Draco admitted, looking up at Harry who was twitching.

"...Myrtle saw me naked... again..." Harry grumbled, both Hermione and Draco stared at him and Harry grimaced a little. "In fourth year... during the Tri-Wizard tournament, she was in the bathroom when I opened that damn egg..." Harry admitted, smiling a little, "scared the hell out of me... I forgot she likes to stay in there... I'll have to thank her." Harry admitted with a shake of his head as Hermione sputtered and hissed.

"Hermione?... are you alright?" Draco asked, startled. "Are... are you having a seizure or something?"

"No, that's Hermione's 'someone is breaking the rules' sound..." Harry muttered as Hermione shook her head.

"You knew a ghost was spying on naked people and you didn't TELL anyone!!! That's ILLEGAL! She should be in trouble for that! How could she spy on naked people!?"

"... I don't mind." Draco admitted suddenly. "I knew she was there, everyone who uses the prefects bath knows... if someone doesn't want her to look, she doesn't... she never got a chance to like anyone," Draco admitted simply, "so most of us feel badly for her... it's not like she looks for very long," Draco admitted, "she gets too embarrassed and runs away... I think her record is a full forty five seconds," the blond admitted, smirking as Harry laughed a little, grinning at Hermione. “Besides, how do you propose to punish a Ghost? It's not like they can arrest her or anything.” Draco admitted looking oh so very amused at Hermione's sputtering.

"You're going to be in the wedding, right Hermione?" Harry asked, his head tilted, Hermione looking stunned.

“I.. are you sure it's alright to be talking about a wedding NOW?" She asked, clearly astonished.

Harry rolled his eyes “Of' course... It makes Draco happy to think about marrying me, and it will reassure the both of us... so, yes... we're going to talk about the wedding."

"...oh, well if you put it that way, I would love to be in the wedding... Ron is going to be your best man, right?" She asked, grinning as Harry nodded.

"He and Neville, yes. Blaise and Mott are going to be Draco's best men." Harry admitted, grinning.

"Luna wants to Carry and Tie the Ribbon, so I was hoping you might want to Carry the Rings?" Harry asked, Hermione looking wide eyed and astonished.

"I... I don't know what to say... I... I would be honored! what's this about a Ribbon?" she asked, confused. Harry chuckled a little as he explained Wizarding traditions call for a pagan 'hand-fasting' where they where tied together by a ribbon to signify unity and binding love, how recent muggle culture had influenced the marriage customs and how he and Draco both wanted a 'mixed' wedding. Where both old, and new traditions where involved.

"When is the big day anyway?" Hermione asked, her head tilted. "in a few days." Draco admitted grinning as Hermione gasped in horror.

"that's barley any time to plan at all! How will you have everything ready!?” she demanded, stunned as she blinked at him, Draco snickering as he shook his head.

“almost everything is already figured out. You where the last bit of the puzzle, thought my father is annoyed at the winter wedding. Traditionally, everyone wants to get married at the longer days of summer, because getting hand-fasted on the shorter is considered bad luck and a short marriage... but we figure it means that we get a lot longer nights in which to... consummate." Draco purred, delighting at Hermione's furious blush.

"Draco... I never knew you where a pervert..." Hermione admitted slowly and Draco smirked.

"I'm a Veela... of course I'm a pervert," he teased, Harry snickering a little as he shook his head.

'Honestly... a Veela? Where does he get these things?' Harry mused, nearly crawling out of his skin as Draco's voice fluttered back, just as smug as could be.

'I heard that. And for your information, it's a cover story. Father knew as soon as I came into my Inheritance fully that people might find out about me being not entirely human. So, he found a species that matched close enough, and Veela was it. Being that I'm only a quarter or so Veela, I can't feather out or throw fireballs, but no one can dispute the mating instincts after our display... at least I only tried to pine to death...'

'Shut up Draco... can Veela Mates talk in each others heads? Hermione's giving us strange looks and I think I've stared at you for too long in shock.'

'Yes, Veela Mated can talk in each others heads... honestly, I'm surprised you haven't thought about this before... I HAVE been walking your dreams for a while now... how do you think I kept getting in? My soul bonded to yours, a little mind magic can't stop that... very nice Occlumency by the way, I don't think Dumbledore can even get into your head.'

'He can't... shut up now, I have to console Hermione...'

“Er... Harry? Are you alright?" Hermione finally asked, watching Harry blink a little.

"Oh... yeah, fine... I just didn't realize that Draco can get into my head." Harry complained, shooting his lover a small sulk. "Now all those dreams make sense... jerk."

"Oh, you're really going to be mad at me for a few wet dreams!?" Draco complained, sulking at Harry.

"Weren't we talking about a wedding?" Hermione asked, lifting an eyebrow. "I'd much rather talk about a wedding..."

"There isn't going to be any wedding!" a voice snarled, Hermione turned, shocked as Pansy rushed into the room, a knife in her hands and madness in her eyes. Draco shrieked in such rage, sounding so much like a Veela that Harry wondered if Veela weren't actually offspring of the Seraphim. Before Harry could do anything Hermione was reacting, hurling her book at Pansy's head and tackling the enraged madwoman. Pansy shrieked as she hit the ground, her hand slammed down, and then the only sound, was screaming, so much screaming. Hermione and Pansy were rolling around, neither gaining dominance for long... struggling, grappling for control as they wrestled and fought. Harry thought maybe he was simply going mad because all he could hear was screaming, and all he could see was slick red ink that was spreading across the floor.

Then Draco was there, his fist hitting Pansy across the face, flinging her off of Hermione who was choking and gagging on something, Harry didn't know what, but he was next to Hermione in an instant while Draco dealt with Pansy. he could hear the scuffling, he could see flashes of fire and silver and blood but he turned his attention to Hermione instead. She was a mess, there was a bloody hand print across her face and her shirt was torn to shreds. He could see parts of her muscles and the gleaming white of her bones where Pansy had sliced into her chest and neck. He gently picked her up so that she was sitting upright instead of flat on her back, helping her get the chance she needed to breath.

"H..Harry..." she whimpered, coughing hard, blood flying from her lips to splatter across Harry's face. He leaned closer so she didn't have to try and talk loudly. "Harry... be happy.. with Draco... I know, it doesn't mean.. much... coming from me... when I ruined... so much... but, I hope... you have a long.. happy.... life.." she managed to wheeze out, Harry sobbing as he shook his head.

"Hermione... don't talk. Please don't talk... your going to be alright... I KNOW you are! PLEASE Hermione PLEASE just hold on!" Harry pleaded, clinging to her just as the teachers arrived. Draco had Pansy restrained, bloodied up but still alive. Hermione was struggling for breath, struggling to stay alive and Harry sobbed into his hands as she was taken straight to Saint Mungo's for emergency care. Draco wrapped himself around Harry as they wept together, feeding off each others misery as much as they comforted each other.
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