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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Authors Note~ Warning for this chapter, a huge cliffhanger. I will be updating again tomorrow so for anyone who doesn’t like to be left hanging, you may want to wait. Thank you for all reviews and everyone reading. Take care and Enjoy :)

Chapter 46

Harry was lost in thoughts, remembering his morning. Waking up to the steel colored eyes of his mate was probably one of the best mornings he remembered having. Knowing that Draco kept his promise; not leaving him, had his heart soaring even higher. Even Draco re-asking the question that he was able to feign sleeping so he didn’t have to answer didn’t sour his good mood. Instead he ran his hand over Draco’s chest and stomach causing the blond to jump back. Giggling he jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door in Draco’s face.

He quickly turned on the shower before yelling through the closed door, “You have ten minutes before I walk out in a bath towel again.” Laughing even harder at the mumbling he heard through the door before he heard Draco leaving. It was another successful evasion from having to answer that question. It wouldn’t last long but for now it was working.

“Harry, are you even listening to me?” Narcissa said while his Grandmother laughed at him, who was currently blushing.

“Umm… Sorry… could you repeat what you said?” He mumbled.

Narcissa sighed before speaking again, this time he paid attention, “The festivities will last for four nights, tonight is the opening ceremony. Where you will meet all the second and third tier branches of each family, tomorrow night; you are introduced to every of age unmated Dominant so they can meet you…”

He looked up interrupting Narcissa, “Why do I have to meet them; if I know I am Draco’s mate?”

Narcissa grimaced even though she tried to smile, showing how much she hated this custom, “It is to be fair, we know who your mate is but none of the branch family’s do. It could cause civil unrest if it appeared we were being unfair. Considering you are a Submissive they could claim that we convinced you that Draco was your mate; creating an unfair advantage for ourselves. It is to protect you from any future claims.”

He was uncertain, what he thought was going to be something he would have to endure; now it was turning into something that could cause a true headache. “Wouldn’t some Elf just claim me as their mate, just to seize power?”

Narcissa nodded her head, “Yes they could, if that happens then Draco would have to fight to prove his claim. That is what the third night is for…”

Crossing his arms, glaring holes in the wall in front of him, “This is archaic, that test of Hermione’s proves everything, Draco should not have to fight…”

Narcissa hushed him before he could continue ranting, “Yes it is an old custom, but in order to change anything, first you have to play along. I wouldn’t worry too much about Draco; he is nearly as strong as you.” Narcissa smiled, “The fourth night is a display of magic from each branch family. It has been over fifty years since the last formal festivities and centuries since the last submissive was introduced as the next Enrai.”

Still not exactly happy with the upcoming situation he asked, “How many Elves will I be meeting? I don’t have to know all their names do I? And what do I need to do for tonight? Explain tomorrow night to me in the morning.”

Narcissa looked at her list again before answering, “Over 3,000 Elves are in attendance; tonight you will be meeting roughly 200 second and third tier families. On the ‘morrow I have a list of 300 un-mated of age Dominant’s. That number could grow larger as more Elves are arriving.”

His grandmother answered the last question, “As for tonight you will stay in-between myself and Tom, since I am you’re only remaining blood family and Tom’s mate that is what is proper for a young Submissive. Don’t worry dear I have been learning everything I need to know for these next couple of nights; everything will be just fine.”

He looked between the two, thinking about how many things could go wrong. At one point a nightmare would happen.

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Tom looked over the test results of both Draco’s’ and the ones Severus gave him for the potion he was creating. Noticing the same similarities that Bellatrix and Severus noticed. The potion would work as long as the weeklong trial held good results. Pushing aside the paperwork when Aubrey walked in; not wanting to seem distracted. Even though she still looked like a muggle, she moved like an Elf; her inward grace never leaving her; even through the final spell her mother casted. So far no amount of research he conducted had led to any answers on how to return neither Aubrey’s true appearance nor her magic to her. But that didn’t stop him from looking every day to find the answers he sought.

Aubrey sat across from him narrowing her eyes; he had yet to meet an Elf who could hold a grudge as long as Aubrey could. She still had yet to forgive him, but lately it seemed there was more anger in her gaze, in the tightening of her mouth, the way she clenched her fist every time she saw him. Speaking coldly, she simply said, “My grandson has been informed of tonight and everything is ready.”

Aubrey turned to leave when Tom stood up reaching his hand across the table to stop her from leaving. She turned around slowly looking down at the hand that held her in place, Tom spoke quickly before she could leave again, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…”

Aubrey’s mouth tightened making her speak through clinched teeth, “That is not the reason I am angry with you; stupid Elf…” She brushed aside Tom’s hand and ran from the room.

This had to stop, he had to set things right; even if he could never have his mate, he never wanted to see her so sad. He raced after her as Aubrey ran through the halls, taking several minutes to catch up to her. Holding her against the wall from behind keeping her from running again; whispered in her ear, “Then tell me why you are angry…Why am I Stupid?”

Aubrey pounded her fist against the wall, until he covered the small fist; so she had to stop before hurting her hands. In broken sobs that tore out his heart she replied, “All of this is your fault…If you had stepped forward and claimed me as your mate…Lily would have been your child…She wouldn’t have died…Severus would have been happy…Harry wouldn’t have been abused; would have grown up with both parents. Even Petunia may not have turned into a bitter person…You could have stopped this…Instead you choose the wrong path…Making stupid mistakes…It is your entire fault…”

Aubrey’s broken confession brought up every mistake he had ever made. Every flaw his decisions created. She was right most of this was his fault, he should never have been made leader. But even through the mistakes his only goal had been to make sure Aubrey stayed safe, happy, lived a life without anguish and fear. In his own broken voice he said, “I have made stupid mistakes…Most of which I pay for everyday…I’m sorry for every bit of pain I have caused you, I only wanted to keep you safe.”

Aubrey turned around, looking up into his face before asking, “Why didn’t you come forward? Does the fact that I no longer look like and Elf repulse you so much…That you didn’t want me?” Her voice wobbled tears streaking down her face, which he brushed aside with his thumbs.

Asking her own question back at her, “How could you want to be with me? Doesn’t my appearance; more monster than Elf…Repulse you?”

Aubrey hick-uped before the corners of her mouth turned upwards giving him the first smile he had seen in months, “I guess we just answered both our questions.” She stood on her tip-toes giving him a kiss to the side of his mouth. Ducking under his arms, she walked away; a few steps later turning around, speaking over her shoulder, “Make sure your ready by eight tonight; I would hate to keep our grandson waiting.”

He starred after the Heiress that had stolen his heart when she was only five, thinking that there couldn’t be a more confusing Elf around. A cough had him turning around seeing Harry standing there looking between him and his grandmother with unasked question in his eyes. Smiling at his future Ruler, “Don’t ask…Trust me I don’t even understand it…” Harry chuckled causing him to smile further as they both walked back to his chambers to talk about Harry’s future.

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Harry watched the argument between his Grandmother and Tom, never even knowing all the anguish his Grandmother kept inside. Anytime they were together, she devoted all her attention on him, and his problems. Knowing how she felt now, he had to make her see that it had to be like this. He wouldn’t be the person he was now if he hadn’t gone through what he had, fate happened for a reason and this was his fate. It could have lead him in a completely different future; one where he held true to Dumbledore’s schemes. Defeating Voldemort, staying rivals with Draco, becoming the hero of the Wizarding World. The problem was that future didn’t fit him, it felt wrong, like a poorly made suit. This future before him, the one that that he took a chance on fit him perfectly, for once in his life he loved who he was. Plus whoever would have thought that he could fall for his rival. Although that was what had happened and it couldn’t have felt better.

As soon as he stepped into Tom’s chambers the doors closed, both himself and Tom taking their seats. Deciding that it would be better to lead the conversation, then being lead through it he spoke up first, “I will go through with the aging potion; this mess with Dumbledore needs to end…The sooner the better.”

Tom looked shocked for a moment before compsing himself, “That is a wise decision, but is it made completely on that opinion alone; or does Draco’s problem have some sway in making that choice?”

For once in his life he refused to blush, “Draco’s problem is more mine than his; I am the one who has to deal with a here and there mate. Maybe to some small degree, it did influence my decision but I want this ended. The sooner that it is ended the sooner I can start the changes that need to be done.”

Tom winced at his words before trying to smile, “And what changes are those? It has me most curious.”

He laughed at the look on Tom’s face before answering, “I said what changes needed to happen last night, we can’t go back into hiding. All that does is set us up as another target for the next Dumbledore that comes along. By intergrading ourselves into the Wizarding World, part of but a nation of our own; we could control the next power hungry wizard that comes along. Take care of the problem before it becomes so huge it nearly destroys us.”

Tom looked thoughtful saying, “This could take years, you will be fighting a lot of distrust on both sides…”

He was too impatient to wait for Tom to finish speaking, he knew what the challenges would be, “I know of that, but look at Hermione. You can work with her, even allow her in your presence; there are more witches and wizards like her…”

Tom snapped out his next statement, “She is an exception to what I have experienced at the hands of those witches and wizards…”

He smiled knowing that in this case Tom was wrong, “I promise there are more, and I will find them; they will be needed to smooth our way into the Wizarding World…”

“I don’t think we can see eye to eye on this yet, but I was wondering how determined you were to going to one of the Death Eater meeting?”

Harry grimaced before speaking, “I have a good idea what happens at one of those meetings, but I feel it is necessary for myself to attend.”

Tom waved his hand towards the door before speaking, “We still have more than a week to prepare, go get ready for tonight’s festivities…”

He smiled giving Tom a mocking look, “Of course… Grandfather…” Laughing at the shocked look that crossed Tom’s face as he walked out the door; running into Hermione.

His friend smiled looking curious at him laughing; when he grabbed her arm escorting her through the halls of the Manor. “Mione I’m sorry you can’t attend tonight.” He was actually afraid that she would feel slighted that she could be there.

Hermione smiled giving him one of her bone crushing hugs, “Harry don’t worry, I know I can’t attend. It would cause too many problems, but knowing you, I will be able to attend one in the future…”

He smiled, at least one person believed he could take on the challenges he had set for himself. “Your right, and If I have it my way it will be sooner than you think.” Letting go of his friend; continuing to walk towards his chambers before asking. “What are you planning on doing tonight?”

For a moment Harry thought he saw fear flash across Hermione’s face but she quickly smiled before answering, “Now that I know that potion is for you, I’m heading back to the labs to run more tests. I want to make sure it is safe before you start taking it.”

Giving his friend a half hug still walking down the hall, “You will be careful wont you?”

Hermione wiggled out from under his arms, and gave him her best smile, “Of course I will be.” She ran off in the opposite direction leaving him staring at her back.

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This night was going to be pure torture for Draco, he thought he would be the one escorting Harry around; letting every Elf present know he made his claim. But instead he had to watch from the sidelines as Harry stood in-between Aubrey and the Dark Lord as they introduced them to all the lower class families. It wasn’t till this morning that he was informed that these festivities were going to be completely traditional even including the introduction of a submissive for claiming. That meant on the third night Draco would have to fight to prove his claim, and considering who the submissive was there would be others making their so called false claim.

The fighting was not what worried him, but the prospect of seeing so many Dominant’s near his mate had his teeth on edge. It was because of this that he was ordered by his father; that he would not leave his sight for the next two nights. Anytime he took a threatening step forward, his father laid a hand on his shoulder pulling him back in line.

So he ground his teeth and watched Harry who was dressed in the finest attire, his mother choosing to go with a classical Elvish flare. Skin tight pants with knee high boots, his shirt was sleeveless also being skin tight, luckily the surcoat Harry wore, was loose flaring at the sleeves and around his knees. All of which was in varying shades of green to set his off his eyes proclaiming him the next Enrai. Even Harry’s hair was loose covering he ears so it wasn’t as noticeable that he needed to come into his inheritance. But still he was a walking dream, one that he refused to let go of.

He went to take another step forward when he noticed another Dominant crowding Harry, his father hand snaked out and pulling him back. Leaning into Draco’s shoulder his father said, “If you keep doing that you’re going to take my arm off…”

Baring his teeth at his father, not even seeing the humor that his father apparently felt, hissing back, “Good then I can go where I belong…”

Lucius whispered back, “Not tonight my son, he will come to you…If your patient…”

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Severus silently chuckled at the father and son who by all appearances looked close to fighting. If Lucius lost all control of Draco tonight or tomorrow it could become disastrous, but so far his friends seemed to have the situation under control. Walking over to the two, he gave his a friend a look before asking, “Do you need any help restraining an over eager Dominant?”

Lucius laughed while Draco glared at him, but before Draco could run off again both Lucius and himself grabbed Draco pulling him back, “Look Draco…” He said pointing to the trio “Harry is now coming your way.” He felt Draco relax under his grip, but still refused to let go; it could have been a ploy in getting him to let go. And one thing he prided himself on was he wasn’t so easily fooled.

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So far the night hadn’t been too bad, even entertaining at times when Harry would look out of the corner of his eye at Draco, watching him become more agitated as the clock ticked by. The clothes he wore surprisingly where comfortable, covering him from his neck down, but allowed him easy movement. Which in some cases he needed in order to avoid some of the more daring Elves he was meeting.

That was another thing; he lost all count of each name he was introduced to. If it wasn’t for Tom and his Grandmother he would have been lost after the first introduction. Finally after countless faces he set up a routine; smile, nod his head, then glance at Draco out of the corner of his eye.

An hour or maybe two the trio finally made their way around to where Draco was being physically held back by Lucius and Severus. Giggling at the blond, he stepped forward so only Draco could hear, “What happened to the Malfoy icy composure you are so proud of?” He smirked knowing the goading would help Draco remain calm.

He watched Draco straighten up, his face far from relaxed but better than the frantic look that kept entering his eyes. Nodding his head he gave Draco a smile before turning to Severus, “Earlier today I saw Hermione headed back into the lab, I think she is spending too much time there, she didn’t look very good...”

Severus’s eyes widened, “I told her to stay away from the lab today, we ran all the tests that needed to be done at this point…”

With his mind racing, “Mione mentioned she was running more tests, saying something about the potion was for me so she wanted to make sure it was completely safe…”

Severus looked at the clock before answering, “You can’t leave yet, but I can…” Severus quickly ran from the Ballroom leaving him there; now worried.
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