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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769456 -:- Recommendations : 71 -:- Currently Reading : 219
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Last Time
Blaise lifted him carefully from the table and set him on his feet. Harry covered his baby as much as he could; made sure his hat was pulled over his head and went outside, he opted to sit on the blanket covered ground with Braiden rather than the picnic benches with Marianna, Draco and Max. Nasta sat behind him, cradling his body with his strong legs; Harry reclined against him as Blaise sat beside them both. The soft noises of the summer, the light conversation and the soothing feeling of Nasta drawing patterns on his arm with his fingertips lulled Harry into a peaceful, tranquil state as he held Braiden reclined against his chest. His gut clenched lightly and Harry got the feeling that the peace wouldn’t last much longer as he spied two heads of platinum blonde hair being led out of the back door by a house elf.

Chapter Forty-Two – I Promise; The Truce

“Draco.” Harry called out softly and nodded to the two approaching blondes as his only blond mate turned to look at him questioningly.

Draco let out a sigh as he spotted his parents and he stood from the bench and went to meet and greet his parents. Harry held Braiden tightly, leaning against Nasta as the elder Malfoys walked towards them with Draco.
Harry was very, very tense as Draco led his parents over to him and Braiden, it was only Narcissa who looked even remotely interested as she primly folded her skirt under her knees and knelt down to chuck Braiden under his chin.

“He is not Draco’s.” She announced surely.

“No. He’s Blaise’s. His name is Braiden.” Harry answered as politely as he could, Nasta rubbed his back, part in comfort, part in praise and Harry relaxed slightly.

“It’s not too late to end this…relationship, Draco.” Lucius Malfoy drawled. “The baby isn’t yours. You have no obligation to stay.”

Harry felt his heart stop and his stomach take up residence in his knees. He couldn’t believe the audacity of this man, to walk into his house, well Max’s house, and actually suggest that Draco should leave them in front of all of them, in front of him.

“It was never about the baby.” Draco answered a bit stiffly. “I love them, the baby was just another person for me to love and though Braiden isn’t mine, I love him like my own, I treat him like my own.”

“I do not understand your reasoning, Draco. You have no reason to stay here with them and feel second best. Astoria was willing to be the only woman in your life, she would bear your children, you wouldn’t have to guess which baby had your blood.”

“He wouldn’t have to.” Harry hissed. “We’re Drackens, we can scent out who has fathered our children.”

Lucius Malfoy clenched at the mention of Drackens and Harry felt his anger go up a notch. He breathed in deeply and coached himself to remain calm. He did not want his baby son to witness his Mother go ape shit on anyone, it didn’t matter that Braiden couldn’t possibly ever remember it happening.

“Would you like something to drink?” Max asked politely, but very stiffly and there was a glint in his eyes that said he would rather pour their preferred drinks over their heads, but he had offered none the less.

“Tea would be acceptable.” Narcissa answered as she stood up again, tall and proud next to her Husband.

Max nodded and made a hasty retreat, Harry would have called it cowardice, but it wasn’t, not really, Max couldn’t trust himself not to punch Lucius Malfoy in the face if he stayed, so he left before the temptation became too great.
Draco offered his parents seats, but neither of them moved, they replied politely when Marianna greeted them, but didn’t offer up conversation. The fresh, outdoors air was thick and heady with tension by the time Max came back with a teapot covered by a tea cosy and a tray full of porcelain cups.

“How do you like your tea?” He asked distantly.

Harry was so tense that he could feel each muscle tighten under his skin. He hated dancing around anyone, hated stepping on egg shells, he wanted the tension gone and if the Malfoys had to go for that to happen then he wanted them gone.
Braiden fussed for his feed at midday and it was about that time when Max’s garden was suddenly flooded with every member of his family. Harry finished feeding the baby, burped him and let him be passed around, watching with amusement as he was carefully, but viciously fought over like he was the only slice of cake at a birthday party.
Aneirin and Sanex were there next, seemingly like they had popped up out of the ground whilst Harry had been talking to Talia. Aneirin hugged him right off his feet and it made Harry laugh happily, but what really surprised Harry was when Caesar showed up around two in the afternoon, pulling a tall, pretty woman who had her arms clamped around a pink shawl.
Harry shifted and assessed the woman through narrowed eyes, before he turned his head and the need to show off Braiden to her was gone. His son was not a prized horse to be tugged around and scrutinised by strangers.

“Pushing away your natural instincts again?” A deep, dark, rich toned voice asked.

Harry smiled up at Myron and looked back at the woman who could only be Amelle.

“I have nothing to prove to her.” Harry answered. “I have my baby and she has hers. I’m obviously going to think Braiden is the best, the cutest, the smartest, the most adorable and she is obviously going to think the same of her daughter. There is no competition; it would just be a waste of time and energy which I really don’t have at the minute.”

Myron slung an arm the size of a tree branch around him and held him tightly.

“That’s what I love about you, Harry. You think with reason, you don’t let your animalistic tendencies take over, too many of the natural Dracken instincts are outdated, even archaic in today’s modern era, yet you use your human logic to overpower your instincts. It gives me hope that finally submissives are moving into the twenty-first century.”

“Are dominants in the twenty-first century?” Harry asked curiously.

Myron let out a deep chuckle. “Yes. We had to be or we’d either all be dead or in prison. In the past a dominant would not have allowed anyone to look upon his submissive, he’d take it as a challenge for his mate and he’d kill them. How many people have looked at you, given you eye contact or touched you since you became mated? All of them would be dead right about now a few hundred years ago. He wouldn’t have allowed his submissive the freedoms that they have now. A submissive would not be permitted to leave the home for any reason, some dominants refused to allow their submissives from the top floor of their homes.”

“Why?” Harry asked appalled.

“Protection and safety were the main reasons, we are a very secretive race, Harry, perhaps not with one another, but with strange humans, most definitely. That was for protection as well, they began fearing us, hating us, they came after us with weapons and fire.” Myron turned his head to look into the captivated eyes of his little son-in-law. “They wanted to exterminate us. So we hid ourselves, we became distrustful of them, of course this was thousands of years ago, but much hasn’t changed in that regard. Humans still don’t accept us; they still seek to exterminate us.”

“Why do they hate us so much?”

“Because we can kill them, Harry.” Myron told him. “Humans fear death; they kill everything that threatens to wipe out their tenuous existence. We are so much more powerful than they are, so much faster and stronger, so very deadly and aggressive. Plus we make great trophies.”

Harry looked at Myron aghast.

“Think about it, Harry, humans hunt the tigers and lions into extinction, the white rhino, the elephants, it doesn’t matter to them. The rarer the animal the more they want one in their collection, the more they want the fur, the tusks and the skin. We are rare creatures, Harry. Like the tiger or the lion, we are hunted, poached for our scales, blood or organs. Some collectors, who don’t want to sell our scales for money, will just harvest us as we are, they will hack off our whole wings from the shoulder joint and put them on display.”

“Not scaring the boy are you, Myron?” Aneirin asked a hint of warning in his voice as he hugged Harry tightly.

“No, I'm just explaining why humans fear us and why they would kill us if given half a chance, whether directly or indirectly.”

Aneirin snorted. “It’s not hard to work it out. What with the Ministry imposing tighter and tighter leashes on ‘dark creatures’ others are bound to lash out and then our whole race is coloured by one person’s actions. We don’t judge them for all the murderers, rapists and child abductors their race has, why are we any different?”

“It’s that foul woman Umbridge that’s the problem.” Myron stated. “And Fudge too, if we didn’t have such completely incompetent politicians who can't see past their own noses and discriminations the world would be a much better place.”

“Why don’t you run for Minister?” Harry asked curiously.

“I can't. My name is linked to an unsolved murder.” Myron replied mildly.

Harry frowned and just looked at Myron curiously, willing him desperately to carry on.

“There’s not much to tell, Harry. I was accused of murder twenty-one years ago, but through lack of evidence I was never convicted. Because no one else has ever been imprisoned or even accused over it, the case has gone cold, but it’s still open. My name is the only one linked to this murder, the opposition would rip me apart, I would lose all votes of confidence from the public and I would endanger myself and my family.”

Blaise walked over with a sleeping Braiden tucked into the crook of his arm. Harry couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he watched Blaise be an overprotective, loving Father as he brushed aside one of Max’s sisters gently, exclaiming that he just wanted to hold his son for a while longer. Julinda practically melted with suppressed squeals.

“How are you, Blaise?” Harry asked as he kissed Braiden, making no move to take the baby from his Father, which made Blaise grin.

“I’m soaking up the love and warmth that seems to surround our son on a permanent basis.”

Harry chuckled and hugged Blaise, carefully sandwiching Braiden between them.

“He is a cute little one.” Aneirin praised stroking a pale cheek peeking out from under the little visor of the soft cotton hat that Harry had put on Braiden’s head.

“Where is Draco?” Harry asked as he once again scanned for the blond, but the only blondes that seemed to be in the garden were Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Julinda and Ashleigh.

“Nasta took him into the orchard to calm down. His Father is upsetting him more than he wants to let on to others.”

Harry steeled his face into a grimace and he felt his already tight muscles, tighten up more. He let out a soft hiss of anger.
He ignored the others and strode over to Lucius Malfoy and tapped him on the shoulder. The tall man turned to look, before he exaggeratedly looked down at Harry, implying he was shorter than he actually was and beneath the man’s notice.

“Can I have a word with you in private?” Harry ground out from between clenched teeth.

Lucius Malfoy raised a perfect eyebrow and let his eyes rove over his person. It was only the thought that a few hundred years ago his mates would have torn his head from his shoulders for looking at him at all, let alone for how the man was doing now, that helped Harry keep his anger in check.

“I presume it will not be for long?” Lucius drawled.

Harry swallowed back the slew of insults and the blinding rage as he looked past Lucius Malfoy and picked out a spot of platinum blond pillowed on a speck of light grey in the distant orchard. The same light grey that was the colour of the tee shirt Nasta was wearing.

“It’ll take as long as needed.” Harry replied, his voice cracking under the strain of keeping back his anger.

Lucius made a noise in the back of his throat and started walking towards a deserted part of the garden. Harry cleared his throat and motioned into the house.

“When I said private, I meant it.”

Harry had expected a fight, but Lucius followed him without a word. He looked faintly amused and was likely only humouring him, but Harry had a point to get across and by god he was going to get it across to the stubborn man.
Harry led Lucius into the more private of the living rooms which was opposite the first, more used living room which was connected to the floo.
They stood there staring at each other and Lucius raised an eyebrow, but Harry couldn’t find the words he wanted to say.

“Did you bring me all the way in here just to look at me, Potter?”

Harry bit his tongue and looked at the man, holding back his glare by the skin of his teeth.

“No. I came here to tell you that you’re upsetting Draco. He loves you and Mrs Malfoy, but he also loves us. Me, Max, Nasta, Blaise and the baby. You being the stubborn, pig-headed man that you are, are only hurting Draco. He shouldn’t have to choose between his parents and his lovers; it’s not fair on Draco!”

“We are his family!” Lucius seethed.

“You will always be his family. You can't help who your parents are, you don’t choose your parents, but you can choose your lovers, your future family and like it or not Draco chose us as his family! He loves us and we love him back! How can you call yourself a Father when you are making your only son as miserable as sin!”

“I’m not…”

“You are!” Harry roared. “He’s in the orchard with Nasta right now, crying because of you! He’s crying, Malfoy, crying. Does that mean nothing to you? Do you feel nothing at making your seventeen year old son cry in misery because of your actions? He’s desperate to make this work, but whilst you remain so hard headed it never will! He knows what he wants, he’s trying to overcome a lot of his own fears to become comfortable with all of us and he’s succeeding, would he even bother to do that if he wasn’t in love with us?”

Harry panted, red faced and out of breath, his stomach aching from the amount of heavy breathing and jostling around he had done in a short space of time. Lucius Malfoy stood in front of him, seemingly unaffected and stoic faced.

“Draco has accomplished so much in the past few months and you’ve missed it all. You weren’t there for him when he needed someone other than us to talk to, you weren’t there to ease him into his transition of becoming a Dracken, you weren’t the one to help him accept himself for who he is. Draco struggled on his own for six months before anyone even knew that he needed help and it was Blaise and I who helped him! Blaise and me who were there to hold him when it became too much, hell even Professor Snape was there to guide Draco back onto the right tracks when he hit a brick wall. How does that make you feel as a Father, Mister Malfoy? To know that two teenagers and another man had to help your son because you weren’t paying close enough attention to him to realise that he needed help?”

A punch to the face was his answer and Harry stumbled into the settee, rubbing his jaw. His first instinct was to call to his mates, to let them know that he was being attacked, that he was in distress, but under that was the urge to maim the one who had hurt him himself, with his own hands. Then under that again was a grim satisfaction that he had gotten a raise out of Malfoy. It proved that the man still loved Draco very much and hearing that others had had to fill in his place of looking after his child angered him enough to lash out ‘the muggle way’ with his fists.

“I suggest a truce.” Harry got out through his aching jaw. “For Draco’s sake we need to try and make it work, he deserves more than this. So Braiden isn’t his, the next baby might be. The next baby might be a Malfoy and if family means anything to you, then you will know how important it is to see the next generation of your family because Draco won’t leave us. We love him and accept him for who he is, can you say the same?”

Lucius Malfoy looked like he was struggling to swallow a whole watermelon as he closed those steel grey eyes and breathed deeply. He held out a perfect hand towards Harry and it was only as he grasped that hand with his own that he realised how big those hands actually were. They were not the first thing he noticed when he looked at the man, not over all that platinum coloured hair or those steel eyes that commanded the utmost attention, but now that he had noticed he couldn’t stop looking. It wasn’t that they were ill proportioned to the rest of him, because they weren’t, it just wasn’t noticeable how big they were until you had your own hands to compare to.
They shook hands and Harry felt lighter. He and Lucius would never be bosom buddies, but they would get along with one another if only for Draco’s sake.

“I am only doing this for Draco.” Lucius stressed.

“Rest assured that I’m only doing this for the same reason. We both love Draco and he loves us both. By being stubborn brats we are only hurting him. Now I think we’ve been gone for long enough.”

Harry made his way outside to see everyone getting along fine; Narcissa was actually holding Braiden, chatting happily with Marianna, Kimberly and Ashleigh. Draco was fresh faced, dry eyed and happy as he watched his Mother with baby Braiden. It seemed it really was Lucius that was the problem.
A terrible roar made Harry look startled to Max, whose blue wings were framed against the cloudless sky, he was glaring at Lucius like he would tear him to pieces and it was only his Father holding him back.
Draco stepped forward and he looked horrified at his Father.

“Tell me that you didn’t hit Harry, Father.” He pleaded. “Tell me that you didn’t hit him!” He yelled when they remained silent.

“It was my own fault.” Harry assured quickly before anyone could jump in and it was Nasta who stepped forward his hazel eyes catching the direct sunlight and appearing fully golden and fierce.

“You never deserve to be struck, Harry.” He growled out with force.

The atmosphere changed in the garden as those who knew of his past looked to him with renewed horror and shock.

“It’s not like that. I went too far. I did it to prove something and I found what I was looking for.”

“You never deserve to be struck!” Nasta replied more forcefully. “To prove a point or otherwise.”

“It’s over and done with.” Harry stated, even as Draco pulled him away from Lucius, looking at his Father like he had never seen him before.

“Harry is a month younger than I am.” Draco told his Father. “If you can hit him, then you can hit me.”

“I would never strike you.” Lucius said surely.

“But you could hit Harry? My younger lover and the carrier of my child?”

“It isn’t your child!” Lucius hissed.

“He’s as good as!” Draco bellowed and Nasta slipped his arms around Draco’s torso and easily held him.

“Do you not remember our truce?” Harry asked. “Have you forgotten what our little chat entailed?”

“Truce?” Draco questioned.

“Potter and I have agreed to be…civil to one another from now on.” Lucius answered.

“Was this before or after you hit him?” Blaise hissed.

“It was before the truce was made. But the truce stands, we have one and that’s all that matters now.” Harry answered.

“You…you have?” Draco asked, deflating in Nasta’s arms.

They both nodded and looked at Draco, who just stood there with an unreadable look on his face.

“Why did you hit Harry?”

“He stated a few home truths that I wasn’t ready to hear.”

“You’re ready to deal with them now?”

“No. I will never be ready to deal with them, nor accept them. The only thing I can do is put it behind me and move on.”

The silence stretched between them, needing to be broken, yet none of them knew what to say. Luckily they didn’t have to break it as Narcissa gracefully moved towards them and passed a wailing Braiden to Harry.

“I believe my grandson needs to be changed, Harry.” She told him before pulling Lucius over to Kimberly and Alexander Maddison.

Harry sniffed his son’s bottom and he pulled a face. “Oh he definitely needs to be changed, which one of you will volunteer?”

Nasta and Draco both took a step back as Harry held the baby out to them.

“Come on, I’ve changed every dirty nappy he’s had! I need a break some when!”

Nasta stepped forward and ‘bravely’ accepted the smelly baby, taking him inside the house to change him for the first time.

“Harry. What…what you did with my Father, the truce, did you mean it?” Draco asked as they made their way slowly back to the gazebo.

“Of course I did, Draco. I love you. I’d do anything for you and if making a truce with your Father makes you happy, then I’ll find a way to make it work.”

Draco grabbed hold of him and swung him into a hug, holding him tightly and pressing his lips to Harry’s forehead.

“I love you, Harry. I love you so very, very much.” He declared.

“I love you too, Draco, never forget that.”

“I won’t, I promise.”
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A/N: Well for those of you who follow me on Facebook, you already know why this chapter is late. Auntie Ron died on Thursday the ninth of February at two in the afternoon. She’s the eighth woman on my Mam’s side of the family to die from lung cancer; we had hoped that she would have had a little more time with us and with Uncle Jim as she seemed to be doing a lot better just before she passed, but she lost her long struggle and we miss her more and more each day. I hope you all understand why I would have rathered spent my time grieving and remembering happier times than writing and that until I feel more like myself again, that updates will be sporadic and unpredictable. I will try my best, but some days are just harder than others and Uncle Jim is not coping very well on his own so the family is watching out for him, including me.

I know this chapter is short and seems to end abruptly, but this is all I could get out at this time, I’m hoping the next chapter will be better and lengthier, but I make no promises. Please bear with me on this.
Many of you are confused over the heat periods and when Harry can get pregnant again. You really need to read more closely, I’m sick of answering this question when the answer is actually in the story and has been mentioned several times. I believe the best answer is in chapter 24.
Harry may not be able to conceive again until X amount of years have passed depending on how quickly his body repairs itself after giving birth and how quickly his hormones settle down. None of them know when this is going to happen or how quickly, it could be a few months, it could be a few years, either way they are preparing for the earliest conception date which would mean Harry gets pregnant in a few months’ time and yes he could very well be pregnant again within a year. Does that help any now?

Mitsu: Every child will know who their biological Fathers are; even if they chose to call each of the dominants ‘Dad’ they will know which one sired them. I wouldn’t have thought it would cause any problems if each one had multiple children as they would all look out for every child, teach and raise each other’s children etc. As for it fracturing the children, not at all. They will all be raised as brothers and sisters no matter their parentage.

Ladilyn: Cygnus Black is Harry’s Great-grandfather and Draco’s Great-Great-Great-grandfather. If you look at J. K. Rowling’s Black family tree, you will see where Harry and Draco come as I’m going on the assumption that Charlus Potter, who married Dorea Black, was James Potter’s parents, therefore Dorea Black was Harry’s Grandmother and her Father, who holds the Dracken genes, is Harry’s Great-Grandfather.
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