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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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“Oh, he’s family now? I hadn’t realized that.” Severus drawled, walking into the family dining room, where Harry and Tom were snacking on nuts and cheese.

Harry inhaled his cashew and began coughing, trying to dislodge it.

Tom sighed and pounded on his back, and the nut flew out of his mouth and landed on the table.

Harry scowled and Vanished it. “Thanks, Dad, for trying to kill me. He’s my mate. He’s not going anywhere unless I kill him, so yes, he’s family now.” He snarked right back.

Severus sighed. “So, do I have grandchildren coming?” He asked in resignation.

Harry goggled at him. “No!”

Tom chuckled. “It’s a valid concern.”

“You’re not helping.” Harry growled, scales appearing at his cheekbones.

Tom’s eyes widened. “Sorry. You’re right; he should trust you.” He amended.

Harry closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and counted to ten. Backwards. In Latin.

Tom watched him calm and breathed a sigh of relief as the scales sunk back into his skin.

Severus rolled his eyes, sat down at the head of the table and said, “Welcome to the family, My Lord. Wine? Tea? Something stronger?”

“Firewhiskey.” Harry said, opening his eyes.

“Certainly.” Severus drawled, conjuring him a cup of tea and pouring a generous shot of alcohol into it. “That is all you are getting.” He said firmly.

Harry smiled widely, accepting it. “That’s enough!” He said. He took a sip and sighed. “I will have children at some point; I do want a big family. But not yet. Not while I have school to go to. I can’t afford to be vulnerable around the seventh-years until or unless I find out if I can hold my own against them. Drackens do not lose control of their magic until the final days of a pregnancy, but even so, I would not be able to risk any time without that at school. Not without Tom constantly breathing down people’s necks. And besides, how would I hide that?” He added. “I need to be seen as the Dominant. It’s how Drackens work.”

Tom smiled. “You know I will bow to you in public.” He said.

“And in private.” Harry added.

Tom winced. “Yes.” He sighed. “I just hope you let me have my way when you can.”

“You know I will; when have I ever thrown my weight around?” Harry asked.

“Oh, you want a list, do you? That could take a while.” Tom teased.

Severus snorted.

“Start listing times and I will tear your tongue out.” Harry said lightly.

Tom froze. “Really?” He asked.

“Mm.” Harry took a sip of his spiked tea. “Be careful; I’m in complete Dracken mode today, since the bond is settling, and we aren’t always the most level-headed of wizards. But you know I love you; you do have some wiggle room.” He added. “I would only silence you at first. It’s if you continued to try to add things that would lose you an appendage.”

“Good to know.” Tom said weakly.

Severus outright laughed at that. “Oh, he’s got you by the bollocks!” He said.

“We’re going out today.” Harry announced. “Dad, do you want to come?”

“Where are we going? And did you just volunteer me to go with you? Who says I want to?” Tom asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes, you are coming with me. We will be getting lunch first, then we are getting me that pet Draco promised me. I will be picking up a few potions ingredients I want to use in my new cauldron and some new robes.” He shifted. “Because there will be problems at school if I do not have, at the very least, new school robes.”

“Why?” Severus asked.

Harry stood. “Fire a spell at me. Something harmful, like a stunner, but at full strength. Trust me.” He said.

Severus looked doubtful, but fired off a stupefy.

There was a tearing sound, and green wings wrapped around Harry’s body, the stunner glancing off the scales and fizzling out harmlessly. Harry’s wings relaxed, and he turned around so they could see what had happened.

Severus laughed uproariously and even Tom snickered at the sight. There were huge holes over his back where the wings had come through, but the best part was the gaping hole in the arse of his trousers and pants, where the tail part of his form had torn through, and the flaps of fabric that now dangled beneath it.

“I feel a breeze, you see.” Harry said deadpan, and the two men folded their arms and buried their heads in them as they laughed until they cried at Harry’s predicament and unconcerned response.

“Definitely don’t want you showing off my property every time you have to defend against a spell.” Tom agreed, still laughing softly.

“Or when I get angry.”

“The horns are sexy, though.” Tom added.

Harry reached up and felt them. They were small, and curled back over his head. “What colour are they?” He asked curiously.

“Black as pitch.”

Harry’s eyes widened, then he smiled. “Hm. Interesting.” He mused.

“What is?”

Harry shook his head. He knew from Merlin’s journal that horns had meanings, and black ones meant Fate had plans for you that were unchangeable, but there was no specific information about what the fate could possibly be until it had come to pass, when black horns would turn golden.

Perhaps Luna would know?

“Anyway, the horns are not a common Dracken feature, nor are they specifically for submissives. They are rare, but there are four different colours for them. Dad, you can go looking for the information if you want, though it may be hard to find. Tom, I will tell you later what they mean, as much as I know about them, since you will need to know. It’s not much information. But we are going out, as I said, for the reasons I have stated and shown. Are you coming, Dad?” He repeated.

Tom opened his mouth and Harry slapped a hand over it. “Shut up. You are coming either way.”

‘Ooh, I do love to come for you.’ Tom purred through their bond, and Harry’s lips twitched.

“I believe you will be fine with your mate.” Severus said. “I will be here when you return.”

Harry drained his spiked tea. “Alright. I need to go fix my clothes now. Or change them. I’ll decide when I get to my room.” Harry said, then headed out of the room and down the hall.

Tom followed, eyes watching Harry’s exposed ass swaying the whole way.

Severus sighed and shook his head. They certainly were acting like a newly-bonded pair. The only question was: how long was the Honeymoon going to last?

*****

“Where are we going?” Tom asked.

“There is a cute little place out this way that sells the best sandwiches and chips.” Harry said happily, leading him down the street.

“If I had known you were going to take me to Muggle London, I would perhaps have protested more.” Tom muttered.

“And I would have overruled you and taken you here anyway. You’ll get used to it. You might like chips, give them a try!” Harry said coaxingly. “I’ll give you a blow-job tonight.”

“We might not be together tonight.” Tom said. “Your father is not the type to be this accommodating all the time.”

Harry grinned. “Then I will pop over and give you a blow-job at your house anyway. You know I can.”

Tom snorted. “There you go again, abusing your skills.” He said as they entered the Muggle restaurant.

“If you’ve got the skill, it should be used.” Harry said simply.

They were seated, and Harry opened his menu. “They have a wonderful ham and cheese, but the roast beef I had last time was also very good...”

“How many times have you been here?” Tom asked.

“Three.” Harry said happily. “Dad likes this place, too.”

Tom sighed. “Have you tried the cheese toastie?”

“Dad has; he said it was good. I like the BLT, too, but I think I’m going to go for roast beef again today.” He said, folding up his menu.

Tom hummed and did the same.

When they ordered, Harry added, “And can we get a side of chips to share? He's never tried them.” He nodded at Tom.

The waitress' eyes widened. “Yes, sure. I'll make sure you get some. You need to at least try them once in your life!” She said.

“Exactly what I was thinking.” Harry agreed.

After she left, Tom glared at Harry. “Don’t embarrass me in public!” He hissed.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Relax, she probably just thinks your parents were health nuts or something.” He said lightly.

The food came and they ate, Harry coaxing Tom into trying the chips, which he actually really enjoyed.

“See?” Harry asked teasingly as Tom finished the chips. “This was a good idea, wasn’t it?”

Tom hummed. “I suppose so. But we are going back to where I can put my robes on now, right?” He checked.

“Yes.” Harry told him. “Back to the Leaky and into Diagon.”

“Good. I have a problem from watching you lick your fingers so much while eating the chips. You’re such a tease without even trying!” He added.

Harry laughed. “Sorry. I’ll try to not do that to you again.”

“You can do it,” Tom told him, “just do it in private.” ‘So I can ravish you right after.’ He added through the bond.

Harry nodded and his eyes sparkled with humour. “I will remember that.” He promised.

They headed into the Leaky Cauldron and Tom immediately pulled his robes out of his pocket and donned them, sighing in relief as his half-hard cock became suddenly much less apparent.

Harry snorted and led the way through, heading to Magical Menagerie.

He walked in, voucher in hand, and a screech was heard before a small green shape barrelled out from a back room and into Harry’s neck, burrowing into his hair.

*Master, take me home with you!* It requested eagerly.

The shopkeeper paled. “Sorry about that, that’s one of our dracklings, we only show those to dragon handlers and Drackens, they bond with Dragons and Drackens of their same type. I’ll just take him back to the back room—”

“No, I’ll take him!” Harry said abruptly, and held out the voucher. “Will this cover it?”

The shopkeeper’s eyes widened. “Well, yes, but he’s not safe unless he can bond with—”

*You can come with me.* Harry assured the little creature. *But you must be good and obey me, and that man.* He pointed to Tom. *He is my mate.* He noticed that Tom was slowly turning pinker and smirked. “Everything alright?” He asked in English.

“Fine.” Tom said in a strangled voice. “Just do what you need to, I’m fine.”

The shopkeeper smiled. “You must be a Dracken, then.” He said in relief.

“Yes.” Harry said. “Do I need a cage?” He asked. “And what do dracklings eat?”

“Cooked meat, eggs, fish, some soft fruits. You can offer anything that isn’t too hard and see if he likes it.” He said. “He can chew, if he has to, but he will use his teeth more for ripping.”

Harry nodded. “Has he eaten today? And how often should I feed him?”

“Keep a bowl of soft fruits handy and he will self-feed when he needs to, but you should make sure he gets some protein at least once a day. He will need some meat by six tonight, and after that you can get him used to your mealtimes.” The shopkeeper said. “And no need for a cage; he will stay with you or in your room, and they are generally obedient and well-behaved.”

“Good.” Harry handed over the voucher. “How big will he get?” He asked.

The shopkeeper laughed. “He is full-grown, but that is his small form. He can grow to what will be knee-height for you if you ask him to, but it is draining, so don’t ask him to do it often.”

Harry smiled and pet the small green drackling buried in his hair. “I won’t. Does he have a name?”

“We don’t name them. But they like it better if you suggest a name and ask their opinion on it before you decide.” The shopkeeper said.

“Good.” Harry said. “Thank you, I think we are done here.” He said.

“We look forward to seeing you again!” The shopkeeper said as Harry and Tom left.

“How do you feel about Zephyr for a name?” Harry asked Tom.

“Is he going to be gentle enough to live up to it? He’s not violent, is he?” Tom checked, looking at the little dragon in his mate’s hair suspiciously. It yawned, revealing sharp, dangerous-looking teeth, and burrowed in deeper, snuggling against Harry’s neck.

“You heard the guy; he should be docile.” Harry said easily.

Tom hummed. “Then go ahead and suggest it.”

He cursed under his breath as Harry did just that and his cock, which had just calmed, was suddenly very interested in the proceedings again.

*How do you feel about Zephyr for a name?* Harry asked.

*Where is that from?*

Harry smiled. *He is the Greek God of the western wind; the gentle wind.*

The drackling purred softly. *Yes, I like it. I can be a calming influence for you. I am good at relaxation.* There was a sudden rush of heat through Harry’s body and both he and the drackling purred momentarily.

Harry nodded. *Good, that must be the bond. Just stick close to me, and when we get home you can hang out in my bedroom.*

Zephyr purred. *Okay, I’ll be good!*

Harry smirked at Tom’s state. “Come on, love. Let’s get clothes.”
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