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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 Five – The First date
Over breakfast next morning Harry informed Ron, Hermione and Ginny that he needed to be in Diagon Alley that day at one o’clock and the reason why. He was so uneasy that he felt as if his nerves were frayed with the feeling, as if he had been tortured by the cruciatus curse for hours on end. He couldn’t even stomach the sausages Molly had cooked them all for breakfast. Subtly he moved his food to Ron’s plate who ate the extra portion without fuss or complaint. It was something that he was doing a lot of lately, finding that he just didn’t have the appetite. The hunger pains didn’t even bother him, not after the starvation he had received growing up in the Dursley’s household.
“Molly,” Hermione piped up suddenly, smiling knowingly at Harry. “Would you mind terribly if we went to get our school things today? I’m desperate to get started on all the reading we’ll have to do in preparation for our exams. I really can’t wait.” The others quickly clued in to what she was doing and agreeing wholeheartedly to what she was suggesting. Harry couldn’t quite believe the cunning that his three friends were displaying in aid of him going to meet Draco Malfoy for what could potentially be their first date. It was so very Slytherin of them and Harry loved it.
Molly was looking between the four of them as if they had all gone mental but with a sigh and a nod it was agreed, they were going to Diagon Alley for the day. She knew better than to argue with the children that were seemingly so keen to get their school books, she wouldn’t doubt them when they were showing such a keen interest in academics. She was just pleased that they had asked her rather than swanning off to do it anyway. They were all of age now, even Ginny and she didn’t like the feeling of not being in control anymore. Her babies were all grown up. She couldn’t deny them this when they had asked so nicely and wanted her to go with them.
Of course the agreement by Molly had sent the two girls into giggles of delight as they dragged Harry forcefully up the stairs, determined to help him get ready whether Harry wanted their help or not. They were just lucky he did want it otherwise he would have been entirely unhappy for the next hour as they debated over outfit choice and dressed him up like a doll in an attempt to make him look as gorgeous as possible.
After reading the letter Draco had sent several times each both Hermione and Ginny were certain, despite Harry’s doubts, that it was indeed a date. The uncertainty however still ensnared his mind as if it were devils snare making it almost impossible for Harry to see why on earth Draco would ever want to legitimately date him. The only comforting thought that Harry could allow himself was that if Draco did think it was a mistake then after today it would be over. The Slytherin would have ended it and Harry could go back to his pathetic existence as a washed up, unwanted hero with only the memory of their one kiss to comfort him.
“You look … wow,” Hermione said as she stood back to admire her handiwork. Ginny simply wolf-whistled at him completely lost for words at the sight before her eyes. She had always found Harry attractive, eve n before the Elven inheritance had kicked in when he’d turned eighteen but now he was mouth-watering. He could have been on the cover for Which Wizard every week and no one would ever complain he looked that good.
The two girls had picked, after what felt like hours of deliberation, a short sleeved forest green t-shirt as it brought out the colour of his eyes beautifully. Next they had forced him into snugly fitting stone washed denim jeans that made Harry feel as if he had been shrink wrapped from the waist down.
“Can we go now?” Harry pleaded with them, “I do actually want to get my school things while we’re there as well you know.”
“Don’t worry about that, you’re taking all the same classes as Ron, we’ll get what you need and you can pay us back later,” Hermione said with a dismissive wave of her hand as if buying their school books simply wasn’t as important as Harry’s date with Draco. He decided that he liked this decidedly more carefree attitude, though he knew it wouldn’t last past the 1st of September when exam fever would no doubt set in. Hermione seemed so much more relaxed when she wasn’t worrying over her studies or hunting horcruxes with him.
Molly, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry decided to use the floo network to reach their destination. There had been debate about the knight bus but Harry had queried this as he didn’t really want to be seen by too many people after the Which Wizard article had made its débuted and the purple, triple decker bus was liable to be crowded this time of day. Besides floo was the fastest and most convenient way to travel and if they didn’t hurry then he was going to be late.
Harry couldn’t help but be tense. It was half twelve by the time they started throwing floo powder into the grate. Ron went first followed by Ginny, Molly, Hermione and then finally Harry brought up the rear as he had previously agreed with the two girls, who were to distract Molly and give him the opportunity to sneak away from the group. He had to give the two witches credit, they were doing an excellent job so far. As soon as he stepped out of the fireplace in Diagon Alley Ginny purposefully knocked into a witch who was carrying far too many books in her arms, toppling them over. Taking the opportunity when it was presented to him, Harry slipped into the crowd unseen. He’d brought his invisibility cloak with him of course, just in case but he hoped that he wouldn’t need it, though if Draco did plan on humiliating him then it would certainly come in useful.
His heart was beating so fast by the time he reached Flourish and Blotts that he thought he might have been having a heart attack. He was struggling to even breathe as his nerves got the better of him. He was about to turn tail and run when the warming, comforting scent of chestnuts encompassed him with a feeling of security. Strong, solid arms wrapped around his waist and Harry felt himself relax into the embrace as if it were a habit and overly familiar to the both of them, which of course it was not. Despite it being the first time Draco had held him in this manor it felt as if he were meant to be here.
“I thought you were going to run,” Draco breathed softly into Harry’s ear, making him shudder with pleasure at the sensation of his breath ghosting across his skin.
“I almost did,” Harry admitted as he felt Draco inhale his scent, burying his nose into the nape of his neck where his hair stopped, entirely uncaring about who saw them.
“At least you haven’t been kissing anyone since the last time I saw you,” Draco said with satisfaction. “Let me take you to lunch and we can talk some more, privately.”
“Draco …” Harry said as the blonde spun him delicately around and finally the Gryffindor was able to take a good look at the Slytherin who had obsessed him so completely since the first time he had smelt his unique chestnut scent.
He had worn simple black dress trousers and a plain, navy blue button down shirt with short sleeves that remained un-tucked from his trousers. It was an entirely more casual look than anything Harry had previously seen him in during their time at school. His blonde hair was only slightly shorter than Harry’s and had been left to fall naturally straight and neat around his soft features. His eyes were a stunning molten silver that seemed to churn beautifully in the sunlight. The alabaster skin was shimmering slightly gold before his eyes. Harry couldn’t see the pointed Elven ears beneath the white blonde hair but he knew that they were there and just like his own. “This is … it’s too much.” He finished lamely, feeling overwhelmed by it all.
Draco looked down at the shorter teenager with a worried look in his mercury eyes, scanning the feminine features belonging to Harry with concern and worry. “Too much?” Draco asked, he kept a firm grip around the Gryffindor’s waist, fearful that he might try to run, holding him close despite the odd looks that they were receiving.
“I thought …” Harry had to take a deep breath to calm himself and collect his thoughts however all this seemed to achieve was a lung full of intensely enticing chestnut pheromones that swirled through his mind making him want nothing more than to kiss the dominant Elven that held him so close. “I thought that you would have changed your mind about me … about us,” He said, his head all in a spin. If Draco hadn’t have had hold of him then he might have toppled over. The blonde let out a growl of annoyance and Harry had the decency to look embarrassed.
“Is that what you were fretting about so much last night, the reason for all of your anxiety today?” Draco asked bluntly, looking at Harry imploringly, asking for the truth from the slightly younger teen.
“How did you … yes.” Harry had crumbled under the penetrating silver gaze. He could hardly bring himself to meet the stern gaze as it bore into him, trying to decipher something.
“Look around you Harry,” Draco requested softly, Harry of course did as he was instructed, seeing the curious shoppers milling around them, the occasional lingering stare as he was recognized by the ugly red scar on his forehead. “All these people, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m here with you, no one else, you’re all that matters to me. Do you understand that?” Harry nodded his head, “Speak to me,” Draco implored.
“Yes,” Harry said somewhat shakily, “I understand.”
“I’m going to kiss you,” Draco said quietly so that only Harry would have been able to hear him, “To show you how much I haven’t changed my mind about you or about us and I don’t care who sees us.”
Nervously Harry nodded his head as Draco leant down to capture the shorter boy’s lips in a passionate kiss, pulling him closer as Harry wound his arms around the Slytherin’s neck to deepen the kiss, moaning into it. Neither of them seemed to care that they were stood in a very public street, completely enthralled with one another, tongues intertwining, stroking and dipping as they tasted one another, familiarising themselves with the flavours of the other. Harry tasted as sweet as he smelt, chocolate, Draco was sure he could taste chocolate on his tongue.
“Wow,” Harry breathed as their lips parted, their bodies remaining pressed desperately close together as if by clinging to each other would prolong the moment they were sharing.
“Let me take you to lunch and we can talk properly,” Draco said, it wasn’t much of a request more of a demand but in that moment Harry just didn’t care. They were drawing a lot of attention to themselves and the Gryffindor would have agreed to just about anything to get them off the street. Harry was more aware than ever of the beady eyes of the press and how fervently they watched him. He nodded his head eagerly in agreement and Draco smiled in triumph. He had thought that Harry would have put up much more of a fight, however what the Slytherin hadn’t considered was just how much Harry wanted to be accepted and loved.
The Slytherin had no idea how deeply Harry’s insecurities ran, how confused and broken he felt nor what had caused him to feel this way. Draco had no idea just how much Harry needed what he had to offer to him. Of course he could sense the insecurities, the doubt, the fear but he just thought that that was about their relationship and how new it was and the inheritance. He had no idea that it was so much more than that.
Releasing their hold on one another slowly, Draco slipped his hand into Harry’s and smiled at him. He looked over the slightly younger teenager, appreciating the slightly flushed appearance, proud of the fact that he had been the one to cause it. His lips were slightly pinker than normal from their heated kiss making him look even more kissable than ever before. Draco decided that Harry’s shyness became him as he led the way down the cobbled path of Diagon Alley. He knew exactly where he wanted to take his potential mate, it would allow them the privacy to discuss matters without the worry of being overheard. They had a lot to talk about between the two of them.
“Harry!” An accented voice called out behind them and Draco grimaced as Harry stopped and turned to see who had called out to him. The Slytherin did not release his grip on Harry’s hand as they turned to face the sandy haired Irish wizard who looked a little startled to see the company Harry was currently keeping.
All Draco could think of however that this was one of the people who had kissed his mate on his birthday. With this thought he began feeling extremely territorial, not wanting the other wizard to come anywhere near what he already considered to be his, with or without the solidified bond. Whether it was a drunken party game or not they had shared a kissed and that was something the Elven part of Draco could not come to terms with.
“Hi Seamus,” Harry said with a genuinely warm smile at the sight of his friend, “How are you?” Despite Harry’s happiness at seeing his fellow lion Draco couldn’t relax, his Elven instincts viewing Seamus Finnegan as a threat and that immediately put him on edge when the Irishman came a little too close to them.
“Doing well, took me a whole day to recover from your party though, that was some night huh?” Seamus said with a smile and a suggestive wink that made Draco clench his teeth together to suppress a growl from escaping his throat, the grip he had on Harry’s hand tightening with the effort of controlling his temper.
“Yeah, some night,” Harry responded a little less enthusiastically, shifting uncomfortably with the overwhelming and overbearing presence of a domineering and slightly hostile Draco Malfoy to his side.
“I’ve just seen Ron and the others heading for the ice cream parlour, you coming?” Seamus had failed to acknowledge Draco’s presence, choosing to completely ignore him, which only made the Slytherin more on edge and unhappy. He knew that his reception wouldn’t be a welcome one into the Gryffindor world but to be ignored completely wasn’t something he had expected.
“Excuse me Finnegan but Harry and I were about to go for lunch when you so rudely accosted him,” Draco snarled testily as the Irish wizard turned to look at the Slytherin, seemingly noticing him and their joined hands for the first time and not looking very impressed by it.
“Why would Harry want to do that with you?” Seamus demanded, his accent becoming thicker and more pronounced with his annoyance.
“Draco,” Harry warned as the blonde had been about to have a full blown confrontation with his fellow lion. “Please don’t do this,” He pleaded with him before he turned back to the Irish wizard. “It’s okay Seam, go and talk to Ron, Hermione and Ginny, they’ll explain what they can to you and I’ll talk to you later,” Harry said, feeling very uncomfortable and wanting to defuse the tension between the other two wizards.
“”You sure you’re okay Harry?” Seamus asked sceptically as he eyed the Slytherin with a mix of distrust and distaste.
“I’m fine,” Harry said truthfully, trying to sound strong and confident but being a little unsure of if he had succeeded or not.
Before he realised what was happening Harry had been drawn into a rather awkward hug by Seamus, the embrace made difficult by the fact that Draco had refused to release his firm grip upon Harry’s hand, something which only tightened as the Slytherin glowered at the man embracing his future mate.
Still untrusting Seamus finally let Harry go, glaring hatefully at the Slytherin, “If you hurt him …” The Irish wizard began to threaten but Draco very swiftly cut him off before he could finish delivering the warning.
“Relax Finnegan,” Draco interrupted in a bored drawl, “I’m not the Dark Lord and to be honest I have more interest in shagging him senseless than killing him. Now if you’ll excuse us we have a lunch date to keep,” Draco sneered as he began to gently pull Harry away. This was going to be much more trying that the blonde had originally thought. Between Potter’s bothersome Gryffindor friends, his fame and adoring public Draco was going to have his work cut out for him when it came to keeping his mate to himself. Not to mention the teenagers lack of self-esteem which he hadn’t been expecting. The war seemed to have completely destroyed the very fibre of him.
“Draco,” Harry said when they were far enough away from Seamus that he wouldn’t hear them and also a fair distance from other shoppers too.
“Yes Harry?” Draco asked calmly, there was no sign anywhere of the possessive, cocky bastard who had inhabited the Slytherin’s body only moments before when they had been talking to Seamus. Instead he was calm, placid even and dare Harry even think it, but he was being nice.
“This isn’t going to work if you aren’t nice to my friends or at least learn to tolerate each other civilly,” Harry said and it took all of his courage to do so, he didn’t want to lose the possibility of Draco’s love and affection because of his insistence on this matter but he felt as if it needed to be said as he wouldn’t abandon his friends.
“It isn’t your friends that I have a problem with,” Draco said to Harry patiently, his voice calm as he spoke.
“But Seamus …”
“Kissed you,” Draco said through clenched teeth as he fought desperately to remain calm as he thought about it. Despite his efforts however his tone still came out sounding a little heated. It really bothered him to think of Harry with anyone other than himself, the Elven nature already having claimed him. The only thing left was to solidify the bond, something Draco was desperate for but it couldn’t happen right away, not with Harry having not known about the inheritance. They needed to give it time, however that was not a concept his Elven nature was used to, only his human side.
“But I told you that was just a game, we were drunk, it didn’t mean anything,” Harry said, shocked that the incident was still occupying space in Draco’s mind and bothering him to such a degree that he would act in such a hostile manor towards his friends.
“It doesn’t matter, he kissed you. My Elven nature perceives him as a threat,” Draco explained, he knew that Harry had very limited knowledge on the ways and customs of their kind. He had been lucky, his mother had known a lot as her grandmother had been Elven too. Narcissa had passed on her knowledge to him when he had come into his inheritance.
“Will you act like that around Ginny as well?” Harry asked, wondering if he had bitten off more than he could chew with him and Draco becoming an item.
“Knowing that she kissed you recently, yes, but it’ll only last for as long as I perceive her to be a threat to our relationship and that goes for Seamus too.” Draco explained as they walked, their hands still joined. Harry loved the way it felt to stroll so casually through such a populated street hand in hand with such a handsome man who had just referred to them as having a relationship.
“So it won’t be like that all the time?” Harry asked finding himself having a flare of hope that Draco might come to accept being around his friends, that they could all get along at least civilly in each other’s company, which would certainly make his life so much easier. He didn’t want to have to split his time between his friends and his boyfriend – if that was what Draco was. After all he would have happily spent time with the other Slytherin’s if Draco had asked it of him.
The blonde sighed, “You need to realise Harry that Elven are not like other magical creatures. No book will tell you this as it isn’t well publicised and our kind like to keep it that way. When we are bonded I will be extremely protective of you, even more so when you fall pregnant with our baby. Elven are wildly protective of their own kind as our numbers are dwindling. I will proudly present you as my mate to my family, my friends and eventually to the Elven Council at the twice annual meetings. I expect a lot from you as my mate Harry, there are high expectations but I will not ask anything of you that I do not think you can handle. I will ask for your trust and eventually your love as well and will give it back to you in return. I need you to know all of this before we take this any further because if you have any hesitations or doubts then we need them in the open now.”
They had reached a small restaurant, which was a good thing because Harry needed a moment to digest everything that had been said. Draco had such an intense atmosphere around him, everything was life or death. The server who came to greet them as they entered instantly recognized Draco and rushed to accommodate the two of them. The Gryffindor was only just starting to realise just how intense their relationship would be if they pursued it. The problem Harry had was that he wasn’t sure he would be able to stay away if he decided that it was all too much. Draco had already consumed his mind, the scent of him drawing him in, the memory of those kisses making him want to stay no matter what.
The two of them were seated in a private room to the rear of the building. Draco hadn’t been kidding when he said that they were going to be able to talk properly. Harry remained silent, allowing his mind to soak up everything that he had been told. Only once the both of them were seated and had been handed menus did the server bow to them both and leave them alone, closing the door as he left.
“Tell me what you are thinking, mon amour,” Draco asked him kindly.
Harry considered this for a moment, ignoring the French for the moment, concentrating on un-jumbling the tangle of thoughts running through his mind. “Kissing you,” Harry told him honestly because that had been at the forefront of his mind when Draco had asked.
The Slytherin looked mildly amused at the response that he was given. “I’m not averse to you thinking about that,” He said with amusement, “I take it as a compliment in fact. What else are you thinking about?”
Harry took another minute to consider his answer before responding. “I’m concerned about the whole pregnancy thing. I’m eighteen, I don’t want that right now. To be honest the idea of it scares me a little,” Harry admitted, wanting to get as much out in the open before they went any further in their relationship. Draco looked as if he was considering Harry’s concern with great thought before answering him.
“I’m assuming you weren’t aware that it was possible,” Draco said and Harry shook his head in the negative. “Are you averse to having children eventually?” Draco asked. He knew that this wasn’t an option, if they were together and he wanted them to be then they would be having not just one child but many. He would need to at least produce an heir to the Malfoy name but he wanted to know where Harry stood on the matter.
“I’ve always wanted a traditional family to be part of. Two parents, children, everything. I love the Weasley’s and I know they consider me as much part of the family as any of their blood relatives but it isn’t the same. I’ve never had that kind of family so yeah, I guess I want children at some point in my life, just not right now,” Harry told him honestly, aware of his rambling. Draco however didn’t seem to mind in the least and actually found himself rather enjoying listening to Harry talk.
“Understandable, we both have school and our exams to think about. It is very sensible to put off starting a family when we are so young,” Draco said appraisingly. He spoke calmly and precisely, his gaze locked on Harry making the young Gryffindor shift somewhat uncomfortably in his seat.
“Do you always treat everything like it’s a bloody business transaction?” Harry asked, causing Draco to raise an amused eyebrow at the profanity but deciding to let it slide this time.
“What do you mean?” Draco enquired, wanting to clarify before he answered.
“The way you talk,” Harry said, feeling a little bashful about bringing it up, “It’s so formal, like we’re organizing a business deal rather than a relationship. It’s not very romantic.” Harry had muttered the last part, not wanting to come across as a pouting child.
Draco grinned in amusement, leaning forward across the table, motioning for Harry to do the same, which of course he did. “I talk more freely in front of you than anyone else mon amour,” The blonde said softly, “I must remain calm and in control with you always Harry. It is taking every ounce of my control not to ravish you until you beg for me to take you, plead with me to fill you and I would because I would deny you nothing.” Harry swallowed hard at Draco’s words as the Slytherin closed the slight gap between them and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Harry said, his heart racing, cock slightly turgid and wanting nothing more than to kiss Draco again and this time not stop, the rich chestnut aroma filling the room, increasing the intensity surrounding them.
“Have you decided?” Draco asked, sitting back in his chair a little, motioning at the menu. Harry relaxed a bit more too, shaking his head in response.
“I’m not really hungry,” He said, glancing down, his eyes canning the list of beautiful sounding food from all over the world.
Draco frowned at him with concern. “You don’t eat enough,” He scolded lightly, “How about we keep things simple and just order desert?” At this suggestion Harry’s eyes lit up causing Draco to smile despite himself. The Gryffindor couldn’t help but love that smile, it was soft and carefree, not to mention down right gorgeous. He couldn’t understand why it was the Slytherin didn’t smile more often. Harry nodded his agreement to the plan as he turned over the menu to look at the list of puddings available. “Treacle tart still your favourite?” Draco asked.
Harry could only nod his head in amazement, utterly astounded by the fact that Draco knew that. “How did you know?” He asked.
“Because it’s the only desert I’ve ever seen you have more than a couple of bites of, it’s also the only thing I’ve seen you have second helpings of ever in all of our time at Hogwarts. As I said, you really don’t eat enough.”
“Oh,” Harry said, trying to think of an occasion at school where he could prove Draco wrong but failed miserably.
“Oh indeed mon amour,” Draco said as he wrote down their orders on a piece of parchment and dropped them in the small simmering cauldron at the very centre of the table that Harry had thought was just atmospheric. Instead of just being for decoration however it seemed to be a rather ingenious ordering system which allowed them an even higher degree of privacy.
Within minutes individual portions of treacle tart appeared before them, heaped with generous portions of thick clotted cream. Just looking at it made Harry’s mouth water, he could smell that it was freshly baked. He inhaled the scent that rose from it, which made his head giddy. He really did love this desert.
“My mother would like to meet you soon, she has invited you to dinner at Malfoy Manor,” Draco said into the silence as they tucked into their deserts. Harry’s spoon froze half way between his plate and his mouth as he looked at Draco as if he had suddenly grown an extra head.
“But I’ve already met your mother,” Harry said incredulously. Narcissa Malfoy had saved his life in the forbidden forest only as few months previously and in return Harry had her issued a pardon from the Ministry of Magic so that she didn’t end up in Azkaban like her husband. Harry had assumed after he had given testimony at her trial that he would never see the formidable witch again.
“That was my argument, however she wishes to meet you, not as the hero of the wizarding world whom everybody believes they know but have no clue about, she wants to meet you simply as Harry Potter, her son’s future mate.” Draco explained, watching Harry’s endearingly puzzled expression which was mixed dread at the prospect.
“I don’t really have a choice in this do I?” Harry asked before continuing to eat.
“Of course you have a choice, you’re my mate, I’m not about to force you into anything you don’t want to do,” Draco said as he watched the younger Elven carefully, feeling a little uneasy when he saw the spark of an idea ignite in the intensely emerald eyes that were no longer hidden behind awful circular wire frames allowing Draco to fully appreciate how stunning they were.
“If I agree to have dinner with Narcissa and you at Malfoy Manor then I would like you to come and have dinner with my family as well at the Burrow, it only seems fair,” Harry said with a smug grin. He was finding it easier to talk to Draco than he had originally thought, it was nice how easily the conversation flowed between the two of them and how relaxed he felt here with him. Harry thought that it might have had something to do with the chestnut mating pheromones floating around the room but he couldn’t be sure, all he knew for certain was how safe and comforted he felt being here with Draco.
Draco looked at Harry, he couldn’t help but be impressed at his bargaining which was so very Slytherin. He pondered the offer for a moment, knowing how much this dinner meant to his mother and also fully aware that it would mean an awful lot to his potential mate if he were to sit down with the Weasley’s for a meal as well seeing as they were the closest thing to a family he had as they had taken him in with open arms as one of their own. It seemed that he was the one who didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
“Alright, I can agree to that,” Draco said and found himself to be delighted when Harry grinned at him happily.
“Can I ask you a favour?” Harry asked and Draco nodded, motioning for him to continue, “Can we not call each other mates, it doesn’t sound human.”
Draco looked at Harry slightly amused at his request. “We’re not human mon amour, at least not entirely.”
“I know that,” Harry admitted feeling a little awkward that he had brought it up at all.
“What would you propose calling us then?” The blonde asked gently. At this question however Harry went a brilliant shade of beetroot red and became suddenly incapable of looking at Draco directly, instead focusing on his food in front of him, playing nervously with the clotted cream using his spoon.
“Can we say that we’re boyfriends?” The Gryffindor muttered the question with embarrassment.
“We can call ourselves whatever you want as long as you’re mine.” Draco replied, “I’m warning you Harry, I have a jealous nature even without my instincts as an Elven regarding my submissive. I won’t react favourably to you snogging your friends or anyone else for that matter, drunk or not.”
Harry was captivated by the passion in Draco’s tone as he warned him so fervently how he would be in their relationship. Everything about him drew Harry in. His longer than usual blonde hair that concealed his pointed Elven ears, the swirling mercury colour of his eyes, the extra inches in height and his slightly bulker frame, though all of it muscle. There was nothing about Draco Malfoy that was out of place, he was desirable, an Adonis and it all made Harry find it difficult to believe that the image of perfection was sitting here with him at all.
“Draco…” Harry began somewhat hesitantly, “Why me? I mean you could have anyone you wanted, you’re gorgeous.” Draco looked to Harry in confusion but did not get the chance to respond as the Gryffindor continued, “The book you gave me said that Elven can be with humans, they don’t have to be with their own kind. It isn’t a necessity to mate with their own kind. You could have anyone you wanted so why me?”
Please with the compliment but not with the context that it was being delivered to him Draco frowned, apparently Harry Potter was more damaged than he had initially realised, a thought that made him want the boy even more, if only to rebuild the broken heart that lingered in his chest. The urge to take him in his arms and just hold him was overwhelming at his words.
“The book is right, Elven kind don’t require another Elven as a mate, human or wizarding partners will suffice but one of our own kind is preferred because then there is a higher chance that the children produced will also be Elven.”
“Oh,” Harry replied, his gaze focused on his now half eaten desert. Now he understood, Draco was with him because he wanted Elven babies. He was simply convenient. This realisation stung as he prodded at the treacle tart suddenly losing all appetite for it.
“But you should know that even if there were another submissive Elven presented to me I wouldn’t want them, I always wanted you even before we discovered out mutual inheritance.” Draco said when he heard how disheartened and worthless Harry had sounded in the single syllable that had escaped from his lips.
“You did?” Harry questioned in almost disbelief as he looked up to look at the blonde as he nodded his head.
“Of course, I’d never wanted anyone as much as you, first as a friend when we were younger and then as much more as we grew. When you first refused my hand in friendship I was hurt and humiliated but I still wanted you even then. I watched you as often as I could without drawing suspicion. You were all I could think about. When I bumped into you the other day and I caught your scent I truly believed that I was the luckiest person alive. I don’t care if I could have anyone I want, there is only one person I desire and I’m looking at him.”
“You have such a way with words,” Harry said, knowing that he would never get enough of listening to him speak. Despite the conviction in his words however and the tone of certainty he used when he spoke Harry couldn’t fully believe in them. Draco Malfoy was a pure Adonis of a man, a thing of beauty. He was just Harry, a worthless freak who had had one purpose in life, which was now fulfilled. He was nothing more than a washed up hero. He was waiting for the day that everyone realised that he had out lived his purpose and abandoned him.
“Do you have any other questions for me?” Draco asked, he was concerned for Harry who was filled with so much self-doubt and fear that no other emotion could be sensed through it all. He didn’t want his mate to feel that way but he wasn’t sure what he could do to change how he was feeling.
“Probably loads of them,” Harry said as he took another bite of treacle tart and clotted cream. “But I can’t think of them right now.” He was so overwhelmed with everything that was being said that all the mental notes he had made to ask Draco about had drifted out of his head.
Draco smiled at him indulgently, “Well, considering that we are, as you say, boyfriends, I can answer any question you have day or night, you need only to ask and of course we can simply learn as we go along.” Harry had almost choked on his food as Draco had called them boyfriends, having not expected it. “Are you alright?” Draco asked as he poured out a glass of pumpkin juice which the Gryffindor accepted gratefully, downing it all in one go.
“Fine, sorry, I’ve just never been called … sorry,” Harry mumbled and Draco raised an amused eyebrow at him.
“You’ve never been called someone’s boyfriend?” Draco questioned and watched in amusement as Harry’s attention was once again taken up entirely by his desert, a cute red blush covering his cheeks. Oh how he loved to see that flushed look on his face. He would make it his mission to get Harry Potter to blush more often.
“Don’t rub it in Draco,” He heard Harry mutter unhappily. Draco however was beside himself with glee, not only had he found himself a submissive Elven in the form of Harry Potter, a young man whom he had appreciated for a long while now but he was also completely pure, virginal. When they finally bonded it would be his first time and that excited the blonde more than he would care to admit to anyone, his cock twitching with interest in his trousers. The thought that he was completely untouched and innocent made Draco want him all the more. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to pounce upon the unsuspecting Gryffindor and claim him then and there.
“Mon amour …” Draco began to say but Harry, fearing humiliation and mocking, feeling entirely too vulnerable for his liking went on the defensive, snapping his head up, glaring at his lunch time companion.
“Don’t take the piss, it’s not as if I’ve had ample amounts of free time to think about things like that the last few years. I’ve had other things to deal with. Not everyone can be as promiscuous as you, the Slytherin sex God or so the rumours go,” Harry hissed venomously, standing up in his anger. “I’m going,” He announced, thinking that it had been a bad idea to come here no matter how many kisses he got.
Before Harry had even reached the door strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a warming embrace, his back against Draco’s chest as he was encompassed in the thick chestnut scent that seemed to instantly calm him, the blonde whispering soothing French dialog into his ear.
“Hush love,” Draco said suddenly switching back into English as he knew that Harry would not be able to understand him otherwise. His mother had taught him the language of her country and he had loved to learn it and loved even more to speak it. He was fluent in French and Spanish but much preferred the former. “I was not taking the piss as you so eloquently put it. Though I would love to hear about those rumours you mentioned, Slytherin sex God, really?”
“Sod off Malfoy,” Harry said as he tried to fight off the effect of the beautiful aroma clouding his mind, struggling to free himself from the strong arms still wrapped tightly around his waist in a possessive embrace. “I’m not here to inflate your ego or to give you a verbal punching bag, now let me go!” Harry demanded, still squirming.
“No mon amour, not until you are calm and you realise that I am in no way trying to hurt you or inflate my ego. I told you, I want you. I was merely shocked at your confession, which I find endearing and highly attractive in a mate.” Draco explained, remaining very calm even as the struggling teenager began to relax slightly in his arms.
“You do?” Harry asked in shock. Taking one of the Gryffindor’s hands within his own, Draco rubbed it gently against his crotch which the younger teen could clearly feel was semi-erect beneath his touch.
“Oh yes mon amour,” Draco whispered seductively in Harry’s ear, sending a shiver down the younger teens spine at the sound of his lust filled voice, “Very much so.”
When the two of them finally left the restaurant they were holding hands again and had come to the mutual decision that they were an exclusive couple. They intended to conceal their Elven heritage as best as they could and also keep their relationship as discrete as possible, especially while at school. Draco was happy because the longer he could conceal what type of creature Harry was and the fact that he was a submissive one at that the easier his life would be. Until they were fully bonded together the Slytherin wanted to take no chances of losing his mate. It was clear that Harry was not ready to take their relationship that far just yet. He was too pure, too innocent and Draco wanted to protect that. They were together at least which Draco could live with, at least for the moment.
They had arranged that in a few days’ time Harry would come to dinner at Malfoy Manor, though Draco would send him a formal invitation with all the information he needed on it. However until then they would share letters with one another to try and get to know each other a little better seeing as it would be difficult to spend huge amounts of time together seeing as they both had other commitments over the last remaining weeks of the summer holidays before returning to school.
Harry found himself being walked back to the ice cream parlour in the centre of Diagon Alley where Hermione and Ginny were still sitting, basking in the afternoon sun, their pockets bulging with the shrunken purchases for their new school year. However upon seeing the two attractive young men approaching and holding hands they began to nudge one another, giggling with joy at the sight of them together and smiling.
“Now that you are in safe hands,” Draco said eyeing the two giggling witches sceptically, still uneasy at the sight of Ginny, “I’ll leave you to your shopping.”
“Thank you for lunch,” Harry said as Draco turned them to face one another, never letting go of his hand.
“You are most welcome mon amour,” Draco replied as he pulled Harry close to him, his arms going possessively around the Gryffindor’s waist. “Just remember that you’re mine now Harry, no more kissing anyone else,” He said as he leaned closer to Harry who nodded. Then their lips met and he became lost in the sensation of Draco kissing him.
“One question,” Harry said breathlessly as Draco broke their rather heated kiss, fearing how far he might try and take it despite being in the middle of a very public place where a lot of people were currently staring at them, a few taking pictures. “What does mon amour mean?”
Draco smiled at Harry, “It means ‘my love’, its French.” Harry couldn’t help but smile, biting his lip nervously as Draco claimed another kiss.
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