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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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Chapter 49

Lucius was with Severus having been coerced into going to see the witch, his friend nearly begging him to come. Sitting in a chair he stayed silent as Severus and the witch argued over what her life was going to entail. Severus wanted her to stay the same, not take the risk of dying and live her life as a squib. The witch had other ideas entirely; ones that even he could appreciate. What being Elf or witch would want to live their life without magic after tasting it. It was a cruel fate that Severus was asking her to do, and even he could admired her ability to stand up to Severus.

The witch was even getting slyer as she spoke, “I will make a deal with you Professor, I will stay a squib if you never touch a potion again.”

Chuckling under his breath at the shocked expression of his friend, who said, his voice becoming dangerously low, “I am not the idiot who used myself to test a potion…You cannot dictate my actions…”

With a sly look Ms. Granger answered, “As you cannot dictate what my choice will be…”

He was impressed as he watched Ms. Granger manipulate the conversation in her favor. He even smirked as he watched Severus start to shake in uncontrolled rage, clapping his hands drawing the attention of the two who were arguing. “Well said Ms. Granger.” Raising his eyebrow at Severus, “She is correct, it is her choice.”

Severus threw his hands in the air when he started pacing again speaking through barred teeth, “Fine if you have a death wish, I will inform Bellatrix of your decision. Make sure all you affairs are in order by tomorrow…”

He stopped listening to Severus scathing replies when the shrieking of alarms sounded in his head. Standing up quickly he began running from the room, hearing Severus’s footsteps following him. Someone was where they were not supposed to be.

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Harry walked along the hallways half looking for Draco the other half lost in thoughts. He hadn’t had a moment’s peace since he left Hogwarts for winter break; between Dumbledore’s scheming, the festivities and now with Hermione in the infirmary. That left little to no time for him to find the perfect Christmas present for Draco, and Christmas was only two days away. His planned shopping trip with Remus and Sirius had been postponed, and truthfully he didn’t even see a time where he could squeeze it in. Maybe his Grandmother would have a couple of ideas.

Not even looking where he was going he ran into the broad chest of another, shuffling his feet around the Elf, Harry mumbled, “Sorry.”

The sharp, cold voice had him turning around staring in shock, “I see you are still so distracted that you do not even notice me.”

It was the same Elf from last night the one that Tithen would have killed if he had let the snakeling. The same cold steel eyes, and sneering face that set his teeth on edge; fear and anger rose in him in equal amounts. Narcissa assured him that no one could be in this section of the Manor unless Lucius approved it, and he doubted that Lucius would approve of any member of the Mitore family.

Showing fear would be foolish; it would give the Elf control over him that he couldn’t afford to have. Mimicking what he had seen Draco do countless time when he thought of someone having a lower station, Harry took the same pose. Crossing his arms across his chest, narrowing his eyes, in a soft bored tone he replied, “Firerl if you were someone to notice, maybe I would not be so distracted in your presence?”

He turned to leave completely ignoring the Elf in front of him, when his body was pushed forward up against a wall and a heavy chest holding him in place. His heartbeat skyrocketed as he struggled to be free; feeling the hot whispered words against his neck, “You will be mine, the sooner you accept that fate, the easier your life will become.”

He shivered at the cold words that sent chills up and down his spine. Right now his magic was limited to only using his wand which was trapped under him. Wishing he was stronger at wandless magic than the simple spells he had learned so far, he began taking deep breaths to clear his mind. Centering all thoughts to the spot on his back that Firerl was pressing against, He thought the one spell that may remove the Elf, “Deprimo.”

A strong gust of wind erupted from his back, driving him further into the wall, but pushing the Elf to the other side of the hall. Turning when he heard the crack of bone hitting stone; and the soft thud of a body falling to the ground. Feeling a hand on his shoulder had him turning sharply, only to notice it was Lucius looking down at him worry etched in the lines by his eyes.

Speaking softly Lucius inquired, “Are you all right Harry?”

Nodding his head before narrowing his eyes on the still unconscious Elf, “Yes but it seems we have an intruder.”

Lucius also narrowed his eyes before looking at Severus speaking coldly, “My friend could you remove this trash from my sight?”

Severus smiled and went over to Firerl; grabbing him by the shirt at the back of his neck, dragging him out of the hallway. Lucius placed his arm around Harry’s shoulder before speaking softly, “As soon as I heard the alarms I ran here as quickly as I could. I don’t know how he got in here, but I would feel safer if you stay in your chambers; at least till after tonight.”

He started making his way back to his chambers with Lucius still beside him, worry still making him shake as he walked. In a small whisper he asked, “What happens if Draco looses tonight? Why would a Dominant say I was their mate when that is not true?”

Lucius answered trying to be as soothing as possible, “This is an archaic test of a Dominant mate, one that we will get rid of but cannot just yet. Only the real mate of a submissive will win, their instinct not allowing them to lose. As for the false claims, for some, the thoughts of power and greed will override their intuition telling them who their mate is.”

He was still doubtful and it showed with his next question, “Firerl sounded so sure he was my mate…”

He felt Lucius stopping him, enveloping him in the older Elf’s strong arms whispering, “Don’t fear, Draco will not lose tonight, you will become my son-in-law.” Nodding his head and walked into his chambers, tonight was going to be stressful enough without worrying about what a stupid power hungry Elf thought.

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Draco stopped outside the double-doors that lead to the ballroom that had been turned into the fighting ring for tonight’s festivities. He hadn’t seen Harry since he left through them the previous night; spending the time centering his mind towards the tasks he would face. In his mind it didn’t matter how many opponents he had; because it was against the rules to use any direct magic or weapons on his opponents. It wasn’t a contest to the death, but one to show the realm who the true mate was; as they would be the last person standing.

Footsteps had him coming out of his thoughts, looking he watched his father come towards him. Once his father reached him, he said in soft words, “Before you head in there, you should know that Firerl broke through the wards, and laid his hands on Harry.” His father than went through the doors leaving him standing there.

He stood there, letting the anger he felt rise, building layer after layer of magic bursting to be let free. When his body was shaking from the excess magic he felt he pushed through the doors crashing them to the side. Walking through the broken doors, Draco released his magic sending it in oppressive waves throughout the room, smirking when the fifty or so Elves waiting, cringed. He couldn’t use his magic during that actual fighting, but he could use it as a scare tactic.

Only one Elf walked forward saying with a sneer, “Making such an entrance is what an immature child would do.”

Draco feigned boredom, looking at his nails and yawning, answered in a slow drawl, “A child is what you may think.” Looking up and narrowing his eyes at Firerl, “But at least a child knows better than to lay their hands on our Enrai…”

The surrounding gasps echoed off the walls as every Elf present understood what Draco implied; causing him to sneer, goading the Elf even further. Firerl lunged himself at him screaming, “Know your place.”

He narrowly missed the left fist that was aimed at his nose; jumping back he laughed as he watched Firerl stumble forward. “Know you place, under my heel.” Firerl snarled as he regained his balance swiping his foot low, catching Draco behind his knee.

He fell to the ground his breath coming out of him in a whoosh. Lying on the ground gasping to regain his breath. Through narrowed eyes he watched Firerl come closer; waiting for just the right moment; he lashed out with his foot kicking the Elf in the knee. He didn’t hear the crunch that would tell him he had broken it, but at least it would be painful to stand on.

Smiling as he stood back up, watching Firerl limp backwards to gain some distance again. Waiting for the next attack, Draco loosened his muscles preparing to move quickly. A flash of silver and maniacal glint in Firerl’s eyes was the only warning that he had when he felt the burning sting across his belly.

Taking a quick look; his shirt was slashed open, and blood started to seep downwards on the white fabric. Shocked yells of outraged rang across the room, and his father with Rabastion rushed forward. Looking his father in the eyes, shaking his head no; saying to both his father and Rabastion to not stop the fight. To stop the fight regardless of the foul play would place a shadow of doubt over both his and Harry’s head.

Clinching his jaw, ignoring the pain that radiated from his stomach; said through his teeth. “Who’s the child now? Using weapons for a showing of strength…” Draco danced back quickly with each flash of silver that was meant to gut him. He had to end this; Firerl wasn’t aiming to only hurt him, but to take him completely out of the equation.

Spending several minutes moving away from the blade, always moving backwards, he hoped that it would give Firerl confidence. Giving the appearance of growing tired; faltering with each step he took; clutching the wound on his side, pretending to be winded. Only helped in giving the Elf the added boost of confidence

He knew the moment the deception worked; Firerl smiled, taking a confident step on the same leg that he had damaged his knee. The knee buckled causing Firerl to lurch forward and he rushed in; grabbing the hand that held the knife, crushing the bones in his grip. Grabbing Firerl around his neck; Draco hoisted him off his feet barring his teeth, “Do not touch my mate again.” He threw the Elf across the room, which landed in a pile in front Vonlian Mitore. Stepping up to Firerl, he kneeled placing his knee directly in the middle of the Elf’s back. Gripping a handful of hair lifting his head he made son meet fathers eyes before saying, “Do you yield?”

Firerl whimpered under him, stuttering out, “Yes.”

He stood up; smirking at the room and the other Dominant’s who were to be next, speaking in a clear voice, “Who in this room will also challenge my claim?” Every remaining Elf that had came that night to prove themselves backed away, averting their eyes when Draco would look into them.

Turning around He faced Harry, his mate, for the first time that night. Smiling to him, he walked up the dais in which Harry was seated; before he could even reach the top step Harry launched himself from the seat clutching him. At that moment he could care less what his instinct was telling him, what protocol said he should do, or who was watching. Harry was his, and he always got what he wanted. Bending his head down, Draco crushed his lips to his mates claiming them; a last word going through his head, “Mine.”
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