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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Four – Which Wizard
“You kissed him,” Narcissa stated flatly over breakfast the next morning. Draco had not been in the mood for sharing the previous evening and had gone to his room upon returning to Malfoy Manor without bothering with supper. His mind had been too preoccupied with what had transpired between him and Harry to concern himself with eating and as a result he was positively ravishing this morning.
He now sat at the twelve person dining table sipping at his coffee and eating scrambled egg on toast that the house elves had prepared for him. Draco had felt an odd sense of kinship with the enslaved creatures upon first coming into his inheritance but Narcissa had swiftly squashed this notion with facts and at least four magical tomes to back up her claim which proved that house elves and human elven were not even distantly related, no matter the similarities between them. She had not wanted her only son to feel as if he owed their servants anything.
“Yes mother, I kissed him,” Draco said with a sigh, “And before you ask I’m well aware of what that means.”
“Do you Draco, really? Should I put up an engagement notification in the Daily Prophet then because if you know what it means then you know this is the proper etiquette?”
“Mother,” Draco snarled with warning, “I kissed him so to make it clear my intentions. With no one to guide him in this I fear that Harry will have been very poorly informed regarding what is happening to him. I only sought out to help him. I could not resist kissing him, staking my claim on him but we should not rush into anything, he isn’t ready.”
“You gave him the book he needed to become informed?” She asked and Draco gave a slight nod of his head.
“Of course. I told him to owl me once he understood and I also instructed him not to take too long,” Draco drawled as he ate his meal delicately in a way befitting a Malfoy, despite the rumbling in his stomach.
“I am still not entirely convinced that Harry Potter is an appropriate partner for my son or mother for my future grandchildren. I heard he was raised by muggles, he may be our saviour Draco but are you sure he is a suitable husband for you?”
“Aside from his mother who was a muggle-born witch, the Potter line is perfectly respectable,” Draco said trying to keep his temper, he didn’t like anyone speaking badly of Harry, not even his mother. It was a strange feeling to have, he had never felt in the least bit resentful or angry towards Narcissa before. “After our first encounter in Diagon Alley I searched his lineage and discovered that he is the direct decedent of Godric Gryffindor, who could be more respectable or suitable for me than that?”
Narcissa considered this for a moment, she supposed that a decedent of a famous founder of Hogwarts she could cope with. She also couldn’t deny the great accomplishments that the boy had to his name at the young age of eighteen. She supposed that it wouldn’t be all that bad if she spun it that way to her friends. She just had to pray that they were polite enough to overlook the fact that he was a half-blood wizard.
“I suppose that is acceptable. Do let me know when you receive his owl, I would so very much like to meet him, perhaps we can invite him here for dinner,” Narcissa said as she took her tea up in hand, sipping at his delicately. Draco knew that this casual suggestion was no such thing, it was what she expected to happen.
“Mother,” Draco said in warning, “You’ve met him already and you’ve even saved his life. Why on earth you would you want to invite him here?”
“I have met him as Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world my dear dragon, I have not however met him as your intended mate and future husband. It is the proper thing to do Draco, you will invite him for dinner if only to appease your mother.”
Draco sighed in defeat, “Alright, as soon as I receive an owl from him I will request that he join us one evening for dinner.” He knew when to fight his mother and when to avoid the battles. This was one occasion where it was not worth the fight. After all it was only a dinner invitation, one he hadn’t even sent yet and might never have to if Harry never owled him, which was a certain possibility. He knew what was in that book, he’d read it cover to cover himself when he had first come into his inheritance and it made him glad that he was a dominant elven.
Harry could have potentially had a complete freak out at the information the book held and not contact him at all. There was a lot of information that he wouldn’t like to read in there after all, though all of it was invaluable of course. It was all fact rather than fiction so whether he liked it or not he would be well informed. It had been the right decision to give him the book and even the right decision to kiss him, making his intentions known.
Draco very much doubted that Harry would freak out at what information the book had to offer. It wasn’t even his astounding kissing abilities that gave him this confidence either. It was the sweet aroma that Harry had and how strong it had been after he had made the first move when he had felt himself drawn to Potter and excreted his own scent, something done subconsciously around their own kind. Attraction like that combined with their kiss could not be entirely one sided. He was confident that Harry would be in contact and it would be sooner rather than later.
HPDM
When Harry awoke the next day he discovered that he had managed to sleep through breakfast entirely. His brain, too overloaded with new information had demanded rest to allow itself time to recover. He had gone through so many changes that his mind was struggling to keep up with everything going on. It was a break that he had needed but as he regained consciousness he came to the realisation that the Elven book he’d been reading throughout the night was missing. He suspected Hermione rather than Nargles to be behind the theft and as soon as he was dressed he went in search of her.
He found her sitting in the garden, in Ron’s lap beneath a beech tree, Ginny lying on her stomach beside them. Both girls were reading, the Elven book indeed in Hermione’s procession. Harry flumped down beside his friends with deathly glare sent in the direction of the intelligent witch.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” Hermione teased upon seeing the withering glare she was currently receiving from her friend, “Get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?” She asked innocently.
“Yeah,” He said somewhat testily, “And my book was missing.” His tone slightly irritable, Ginny giggle beside him, she had always found Harry’s grumpiness to be extremely sweet. Harry Potter didn’t have a mean bone in his body when it came to his nearest and dearest, he was all heart and they knew it. Of course he had a bit of a temper on occasion but most of the time his cantankerous moods just came off as cute, his death glares unable to scare a kitten let alone eighteen year old witches who had been through a wizarding war.
“You’re so cute when you’re grumpy,” The red headed female said making Harry switch his withering glare to her instead which only seemed to make her laugh harder.
“He is rather,” Hermione said joining in with the mocking and the giggling. Harry looked to Ron pleadingly, needing his support but found him to be distractedly playing with Hermione’s hair, seemingly braiding it rather badly. His best friend just shrugged at him, without looking in his direction. He was so smitten with Hermione that he didn’t even notice the exasperation his best friend was expressing about being ganged up on by the two witches.
“I need to send a letter,” Harry declared even grumpier than ever, sick of his friends mocking him with their playful teasing. Though he knew he would have done the same thing to them if the position had been reversed. He could never truly be mad at them, he loved them all too much for that but sometimes they didn’t half irritate him.
“Give Malfoy our love,” Hermione called after him making Harry scowl and leaving his friends laughing at him as he left them to it. Even though he could admit that he would have done the same thing in their position he still didn’t appreciate them mocking him, however playful and innocent the intent.
Without grabbing any food beforehand he headed back up to his room, wanting privacy and solitude to compose this letter. He wasn’t sure how much or how little he should say. Sat with quill posed over parchment he wanted to pour out everything he was feeling, to tell Draco absolutely everything but he refrained from doing so, thinking that it would be far too much. Instead he kept it very simple, scratching two words on to the parchment as neatly as he could manage. I understand.
Other than an outpouring of every emotion he was feeling into what would have no doubt ended up as being far too heavy for an owl to carry, he couldn’t think of anything else to say. Harry wasn’t even sure if Draco would understand the weight of those two words he had written. To Harry they not only meant that he understood but also that he accepted and wanted it to happen. After almost half an hour of indecisiveness Harry finally added, ‘When can I see you’ before putting the parchment into an envelope to be sent off before he changed his mind.
He’d thought about saying that they needed to talk but that sounded too ominous for his liking, this was better. He didn’t want to make Draco or himself anymore apprehensive about their next meeting than necessary. He had used very few words but he had chosen each with care and attention to make sure that it said exactly what he wanted and couldn’t be deciphered any differently than intended. He didn’t want to mess this up. He could still remember how soft Draco’s lips had felt against his own and he wanted to be able to live the memory again and not just fantasise about it.
Using the new owl Hagrid had bought him for his birthday, a pure black creature with onyx eyes that had reminded Harry so much of Sirius in his animagus form that he’d called his new pet Padfoot. He attached the letter to his foot and instructed the majestic bird where to take it. Harry stood and watched as the magnificent animal took flight and disappeared off into the distance. He had no second thoughts or regrets in regards to the letter, in fact quite the opposite. He was keen to receive a reply, eager for word from Draco, to hear anything from him at all.
Though he would freely admit to feeling a little apprehensive about what it all meant. The elven blood in him had clearly chosen Draco as a compatible mate for him, he didn’t mind that or the idea that they would have to have sex to solidify the bond, even though he had never done it before. What did concern him was how people were going to react to this. He was after all the saviour of the wizarding world and Draco, well he was well known for being branded as a deatheater, despite being cleared of all charges. His father, Lucius was currently in Azkaban serving a ten year sentence for the crimes he had committed, a fact that had been well broadcast at the time of the trial. Normally Harry wouldn’t have cared in the least but he would have preferred not to encourage the sending of hate mail or howlers to him or to Draco.
It was bound to hit the headlines, there was very little he could do to avoid it. It wouldn’t matter how much paperwork he had to protect himself or those he cared about or how powerful a magical lawyer he employed information about his private life would always be sought after. He just hoped that over time the public’s unhealthy fascination with him would die down enough for him to live a normal life at some point in the near future. At least this year he would be at Hogwarts where he would be relatively sheltered from it all. It reinforced his decision that going back to Hogwarts was the right thing for him to do.
“Harry!” He heard Ron call from downstairs, sounding urgent. “You need to see this!” Startled by the tone in his voice he headed for the door to see what all the fuss was about, knowing that whatever had happened wasn’t going to be good news.
HPDM
Draco was not happy, in fact he would have gone as far to say he was in an utterly foul mood. He was flicking through this week’s edition of Which Wizard and scowling as he found an exclusive interview with none other than Harry Potter and to make matters worse there were photographs as well. The first of them he didn’t mind too much, the one of Harry, Hermione and Ginny together, all of them smiling, clearly just friends, it was actually rather sweet. It was the second shot that made him want to draw blood from the person who had taken it. The knowledge that it was out for the world to see made his blood boil. In the picture Harry was half naked, showing of his gorgeous torso, which was a solid slab of tanned muscle.
It was certainly a delectable and gorgeous sight to behold but it was now plastered across one of the most popular publications in the wizarding world. Every witch and wizard alive would be able to see Harry Potter half naked and looking good enough to shag with his ruffled hair and intensely green eyes that almost had a come hither look to them. That was what had riled Draco’s temper to such an extent that the house elves were now avoiding him for fear of encouraging his wrath. This sight was supposed to be for him and him alone, no one else and certainly not for the entire world to gawp at, admire and masturbate over, which he was sure would be the case in some instances because the photo was certainly worthy of it. When he had finally calmed himself down enough to actually read the article that went with the photographs he found that he was about ready to put his fist through a wall.
At the very end of the generally pleasant, non-committal interview Harry had clearly given to the reporter willingly, making sure that he didn’t give too much away, the journalist in question had added something that made Draco feel positively sick to the stomach. His eyes scanned over the words in a mix of disgust and horror.
‘And although it has not yet been confirmed by the famous boy wizard or those closet to him it is thought that the remarkable changes in his appearance could be down to some form of creature inheritance. Harry Potter celebrated his eighteenth birthday on the 31st July and would be right on cue for any such inheritance to make itself known. What type of creature the Potter’s have in their blood line could hold for much speculation and debate in the weeks to come as the wizarding world embraces their saviour as the man he has become since the down fall of he-who-must-not-be-named.’
Draco didn’t understand how Harry could be so stupid as to even hint at his creature inheritance to the press, there were poachers that would have quite happily hunted him down and killed him to sell his ears on the black market. His mother had stressed to him the perils of this when he had received his inheritance. Elven ears were known to go for over 100,000 galleons each they were so rare, triple that for a matching pair. Unconfirmed although it may be the fact was still there in black and white for the entire world to see and to speculate over.
Draco could only hope that Harry wasn’t yet aware of the dangers they faced as elven creatures. He had read stories of their kind being hunted and killed for their ears, which held all sorts of magical properties, especially in the brewing of potions. To remove the ears of an Elven creature was to kill them, slowly and painfully. He could only hope that no poacher would be stupid enough to target someone as high profile as Harry Potter. The fact remained however that now Draco had one more thing to worry about to add to the long list and he hadn’t even had any word from Harry yet as to whether he understood the implications of what they were embarking on to together.
He was going to have to have strong words with Harry about this article at some point. It was just fortunate that he wasn’t here with him now as Draco would have felt the strong urge to punish the submissive elf for his misgivings over the reporter and the article. Bonded or not Draco was already starting to feel more than a little possessive and protective of his potential mate. He wasn’t about to see anything happen to him and it was causing him all kinds of worry that he could do nothing to protect or care for him when they weren’t together. One thing however was painfully clear in his mind, with the article in Which Wizard he was going to have to make a rather public display that would show the wizarding world that Harry was off the market dating wise. He would need to stake his claim somewhere that the world would know about it.
Draco’s foul mood lifted ever so slightly when he saw a gorgeous black owl, unlike any he had seen before, sweeping gracefully towards him, a letter addressed to him clutched tightly in its talons. The magnificent creature dropped the envelope on to Draco’s lap, right on top of the Which Wizard article. The blonde immediately spied the untidy scrawl that belonged to Harry and he smiled despite his sombre mood. Even he, a self-processed man with limited patience, had not expected for Harry to be in contact so quickly.
HPDM
“I can’t believe this!” Harry said in outrage. He had just finished reading the article and was fuming. Most of it he hadn’t thought anything of, even the topless picture, although a little more sexual than he had wanted it to be, wasn’t too bad as he had known what he was getting himself into with it. The part he was angry over was what the reporter had written about the possible creature inheritance he had received upon turning eighteen. That was not what he had had in mind at all.
“He must have seen my books, I’m so sorry Harry,” Hermione said feeling rather guilty that it had been her fault that he had practically been publically announced as a half breed creature.
“Don’t blame yourself,” Harry said running a frustrated hand through already messy hair. “Those vultures would have found out one way or another, they always do.” Rita Skeeter had been bad of course but this was just pushing it to the limit. He had tried to be cooperative to see how that worked out for him but it had majorly backfired. He had thought that if he had given them what they wanted on his terms then they might have backed off a bit, respected his privacy a little but no such luck. Apparently despite saving the entire wizarding world from a raving madman he was still very naive.
“What are you going to do about it?” Ron asked as Ginny scanned the article, her gaze more focused on the topless picture of the eighteen year old wizard than the words attached to it. She could see this photo being on practically every witch’s bedroom wall and a few wizards as well.
“Can I keep this?” She asked before Harry could answer her brother.
“Ginny!” Ron and Harry exclaimed in unison, surprised and a little disgusted at her request.
“If she hadn’t asked then I would have” Hermione said much to the displeasure of Ron, who glared at her.
“What?” Ginny asked defensively, “It’s hot, this picture is going to be the cause of a lot of wet knickers and a few boxers too no doubt.” Harry groaned at the thought as Ron chastised his sister for being so crude. Hermione looked at her in support showing that she whole heartedly agreed with what she’d said. Ron was as straight as a man could be and didn’t understand these things, Hermione and Ginny however could fully admire how attractive Harry had become, even if he himself didn’t see it.
“So what are you going to do?” Hermione asked in an attempt to change the subject as Harry took a seat on Ron’s bed, head in his hands as he considered his options. They had gathered in Ron’s bedroom towards the top of the house for the privacy, not wanting to be overheard by Molly or Arthur, who didn’t need to hear any of this. They were bound to see the article eventually and lecture him over it but the longer he could avoid that the better.
“I’m going to get a wizarding lawyer so he can control all of this rubbish that they keep printing about me. I don’t want anything being published without my consent anymore,” Harry said decisively. He had been toying with the idea for a while, it would be handy to have someone to watch over his vastly accumulating assets and control what was said about him in the papers and magazines.
“I’ll look into it for you Harry, “Hermione offered, “I’ll find the best person for the job.” She was still feeling guilty about having the books so easily on display in the clothing store that they had been spotted. This was the only way she thought she might be able to make it up to him. She really hated the thought that she had made his life any more difficult than it already was.
“Thank you,” Harry said gratefully. He truly wouldn’t have known where to start in his quest for a wizarding lawyer. “I need to get this sorted as quickly as possible. If I’m even going to consider starting a relationship with Draco then I don’t want it all over the papers for the world to see!”
“WHAT?!” Ron and Ginny exclaimed together having not been informed of the kiss in the bookstore. Ron had been told of their rather intense staring session of course but Hermione had kept her mouth shout about the exchange in Flourish and Blotts so neither of the two youngest Weasley’s had suddenly been expected for Harry to declare that he wanted to start something up with Draco Malfoy.
“Oh right, you weren’t there yesterday,” Harry said with a grimace as Ron and Ginny demanded all of the details from him. So Harry launched into a full blown explanation as to what had happened, catching them up on what they had missed when he and Hermione had ventured into Diagon Alley just the two of them the previous day. He gave them a blow by blow description of the kiss itself and then caught them up on all the information he and Hermione had learnt from the book that Draco had recommended he read. When he was finished Ron and Ginny looked at him with their mouths agape, completely in shock.
What had surprised them the most was how Harry had become a submissive Elven rather than a dominant considering everything that he’d done. He had always come across as a natural leader and when Ron brought this up Harry could give no further explanation than a shrug of his shoulders. “All of that was when I was still a horcrux. I had part of Tom Riddle inside of me, that alone would have altered my personality a bit. I honestly don’t mind the whole submissive thing that much, it’s the whole getting pregnant thing that bothers me,” Harry admitted to his friends.
“Did you owl him?” Hermione asked curiously and Harry nodded his head, wondering vaguely if Padfoot had delivered the letter yet and if a response was currently winging its way to him.
“So let me get this straight,” Ron said trying to wrap his head around everything. “Are you and Malfoy dating now?” He asked, feeling a little nauseous about the idea.
Harry shrugged, “Beats me, we snogged, once. He told me that I belonged to him but in elven terms that one kiss symbolised so much more, so I couldn’t tell you what we are to each other. I really need to talk to him again really.”
“Doesn’t’ Malfoy telling you that you belong to him bother you?” Ginny asked with a frown, “I mean you aren’t a possession Harry,” She stated and Ron nodded his head in agreement with his only sister.
“I know that and I know it should bother me at least a little bit but it doesn’t, not really. When he said that, Merlin, in made me want him more. The possessiveness he had over me was such a turn on,” Harry said looking a little bashful at this admittance.
“That would be the elf in you,” Hermione explained, “Looking for a strong mate to not only protect and care for you but also any future children you may have together.”
“Whoa, hold up, who said anything about future children, just because I can get pregnant doesn’t mean I will,” Harry said frantically in a bit of a panic. Ever since he had discovered his lust for the male gender rather than the female form he had pushed the idea of having a family out of the window, believing that it was his destiny to be forever family-less. He hadn’t come to terms with the fact that that dream was once again within reach but to get there he would be the one to carry the children.
“Don’t you want a family Harry?” Ginny asked curiously.
Harry thought about this for a moment, “I guess but before, whenever I thought about having kids I never pictured that I’d be the one actually pregnant. Then when I figured out I was gay I just gave up on the idea. I’m not sure I want to be huge and pregnant.”
“I’m sure Draco will talk it over with you. There are contraceptive spells you can use. You don’t have to worry about it too much right now, we are still young after all,” Hermione said comfortingly and Harry greatly appreciated the sentiment that she offered. It was too soon. Harry only just had his life back from Voldemort and the war, he wasn’t ready to sacrifice it all for a baby just yet.
“This is all too weird,” Ron declared suddenly.
“I think it’s sweet,” Ginny said with a dreamy look on her face, still clutching at the magazine which held the topless picture of Harry, there was no way she was going to give it up easily. “You two will make such a hot couple!”
HPDM
It wasn’t until much later in the evening, after they’d all eaten dinner that Padfoot returned with a letter clutched in his talons. Harry’s heart soared at the sight of it, the prospect of a response from Draco making him want to charge up the stairs to his room and open it right away, however he had to refrain from doing this, not wanting to worry his friends with his increasing isolation. Feeding the owl a well-deserved treat he stuffed the letter in his pocket so that he could read it in the privacy of his own room later.
Harry then suffered through two games of exploding snap and one gruelling defeat at wizards chess to appease his friends before he feigned exhaustion and excused himself to go to bed, the letter weighing heavily on his mind as he trudged up the stairs, eager for the solitude he wanted to read what Draco had said.
Once shut up in his bedroom, door closed and a locking charm in place so he wouldn’t be disturbed, he took the letter from his pocket and practically tore the envelope in half to get to the contents. His eyes scanning over the neat scrawl that practically screamed Malfoy. It suited the blonde perfectly, it was something of pure beauty.
Harry,

I am greatly impressed by the haste of your response and your understanding. I agree that we should see each other again soon. I propose that tomorrow we go to lunch. I will be in Diagon Alley to buy my school supplies as I am to return to Hogwarts in September to sit my N.E.W.T’s. I hope that lunch is agreeable to you. We can discuss the extent of your understanding then. One o’clock outside Flourish and Blotts. See you there.

Draco
Harry read the letter over several times, his mind in a spin. It sounded like Draco had asked him on a date, their first date. After this thought had had a chance to settle in his subconscious the doubts began to creep slowly in. What if he was being presumptuous, what if it wasn’t a date at all and he just wanted to talk about the potential of them dating, after all that kiss had been intensely amazing. Then the doubtful thoughts became increasingly worse and Harry considered the possibility that Draco had changed his mind. The kiss didn’t set anything in stone, it was just a sign of intent and could be backed out of. The mantra that the Dursley’s used to cruelly tell him came to the forefront of his mind. Who would ever want anything to do with him?
Even in the wizarding world he wasn’t normal. He was Harry Potter, unique unto himself, a complete freak. He wondered why his friends even still wanted to be around him, it wasn’t like he had anything going for him anymore. He had fulfilled his purpose now, destroying the Dark Lord. He had survived the war and now look at him, he was a sodding half breed submissive Elven creature with pointed ears and shimmering skin.
By the time Harry went to bed that evening he had managed to convince himself that when he saw Draco the following day for their lunch … appointment, because he couldn’t call it a date, the blonde, who’d captivated him so powerfully, would put a stop to any romantic notions between them before they could really begin and claim that it was a hormone fuelled mistake and that there was no way that Draco Malfoy would ever want to be with him.
Despite the negative thoughts that plagued him, Harry could not help but hold the letter Draco had written close to his chest, remembering their encounter in the bookstore in vivid detail. How the warm chestnut scent had embraced him, how his soft lips had been and how possessive his touch had felt against his skin. If Harry couldn’t have that experience again then he would recover, of course he would but it would take him time. He wasn’t sure why or how he had managed to get so worked up over a single kiss but he had. He was almost ashamed of how much he thought about it, how much he wanted it to happen again.
Of course Harry fully blamed his new inheritance for this. His Elven counterpart had recognized something in Draco and deeply desired him for it. It was his wizard half that had the doubts that anyone would want to be with him in that way. Harry wasn’t concerned about his elven side being a problem, if anything it was their human instincts that would cause the issue. The Gryffindor was convinced that too much had happened, too much had passed between them. It would be his name and his status in the wizarding world as the boy-who-lived-twice that would drive a wedge between him and Draco. There wasn’t even anything he could do to prevent it.
HPDM
Draco couldn’t sleep. It was the curse of the dominant elf that even after one single kiss he could sense when his potential mate was in distress. He could feel the negativity radiating from Harry, his fear and uncertainty. He wanted nothing more than to go to him and hold him close, tell him that it would all be okay. He wanted to reassure the young elven that his fears and doubts were unfounded but he couldn’t. He still had no clue where Harry was staying. He had no choice but to try and get some sleep and wait until tomorrow to see him and talk to him about it then.
As he climbed into bed, sleep evading him, he prayed to Merlin that Harry actually made an appearance and all the fears and doubts he was experiencing didn’t get the better of him. Draco finally knew when Harry had fallen asleep as all the anxiety eased away. He could sense even in sleep that something disturbed him but the feeling was less and it ensured that Draco was finally able to rest his eyes and doze off, his thoughts never straying far from Harry, even in sleep.
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