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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 50

Watching Draco fight the arrogant bastard of an Elf; Harry went through circling emotions. Elation when the blond walked in his magic thrown outwards for everyone to feel. Amusement when his mate feigned boredom, fear when he saw Draco’s blood. Worry when he thought for sure that Draco was growing tired; then elation, joyous elation when finding out that was only a rouse as well. That didn’t include the savage joy watching Firerl fly across the room, nor watching every other Dominant, bow out of the competition when faced with a truly enraged Draco.

The whole fight was brilliantly coordinated by nothing less than his mate, not even his grandmother and Tom’s reaching arms could stop him from launching himself at Draco. The thought “Mine” whispering across his senses as Draco kissed him in front of every Elf present claiming him, making sure everyone knew.

His blood boiled and his balance became precarious making him clutch onto Draco harder, which the blond only smiled against his lips and held on tighter. The clamor from the room; with every Elf rising to their feet and yelling had him giving a sheepish smile to everyone. Looking back at Draco into the steel eyes that have become so precious to him, he addressed the room. His voice loud and clear enough to cut through everyone else talking, “Enough! I accept Draco Malfoy and his claim as my mate.”

He didn’t care about the protocol at this point, what was tradition, or who he could possibly be offending. This was what he wanted; in his eyes Draco had proven himself worthy long before some stupid custom. Taking the blonds hand, he dragged Draco from the room, knowing that the blond would be smirking at everyone; his pride to great to even look anything but.

He didn’t let go of Draco till after his chamber doors closed, to afraid that the blond would leave once he realized what he wanted. His blood was still on fire from the earlier kiss, and he wanted more, demanded more; but without the prying eyes of the Elven realm watching. He forced Draco to sit on the edge of the bed, with him straddling his lap; giving butterfly kisses to every inch of the aristocratic face in front of him.

“Harry, I…” Draco tried to say, which he stopped; kissing the words from his mouth, tangling his fingers in blond hair.

“I…” Stopping his mate a second time, pulling the blond hair a little harder; kissing him with more desperation. The groan that came from Draco reverberated through him, as his mate gave in, kissing him deeper, twining his tongue with Harry’s. He wasn’t expecting the long arms crushing him to the hard chest of the blond, or the fingers also weaving through his hair. When those fingers started to pull, he didn’t move, still kept kissing the mouth under him; licking the lips that at times could look cruel.

A sharp tug on his hair did have him yelp, setting back he narrowed his eyes at Draco, who hadn’t moved and was smirking at him. Saying in a slow drawl, “That’s better, can I talk now?” Nodding his head the fraction that Draco allowed with his fingers still tightly holding his hair back.

Draco’s smirk widened into a true smile, the rare ones only were given to those the blond actually liked, “Good.” His mate swooped in and kissing him, a light meeting of lips that made him pout at the too brief of contact. “I Love you…”

Those words ran through his head, repeating themselves over and over again. At first not believing the words said in a smile, but with each time they passed through his mind, he started to believe them a little more.

Draco whispered the words “I love you” one more time brushing his lips across his as he spoke. The softly spoken words spoken so intimately and the molten look in the steel eyes had him believing, with a gasp, he melted into Draco, whispering back the same confession. “I love you too…”

The sweetly spoken words set Draco off, reclaiming his mate’s lips, mapping every inch of his mouth. Wrapping his legs around Draco, trying to climb inside his mate with how close he wanted to be. Lost in the sensation of Draco under him, pulling him closer, running fingers over every inch of him that the blond could reach; he barely noticed the wince when Harry tightened his legs even higher around Draco’s waist.

The wince had him sitting back looking at Draco in confusion, till he looked down and noticed half of Draco’s shirt was stained red. That’s when he remembered that Draco had been hurt during the fight; shame washed through him at having forgot that. How could he have forgotten, climbing off of Draco, he said in a shaky voice, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”

Draco chuckled pulling his mate between his legs, and placed a finger over his lips, “It’s a scratch…only stings a little…Now come back here”

Anger circled his mind, more at himself for forgetting than at Draco, making his mate lay back on the bed; he leaned over and with shaky fingers began unbuttoning the shirt. Pulling both sides away had him gasping for air; it was long, an angry red; the sides pealing apart with how deep it was. Watching the wound seep blood, He looked back up at Draco, “This isn’t a scratch; you should have gone to Bellatrix…”

He went to leave the room when Draco caught his arm pulling him back, saying, “Compared to what we were doing…What I wanted to tell you…It is only a scratch.”

He leaned over the bed, looking into the smirking face below him, shaking in suppressed anger, “Draco Malfoy…If you die because some stupid scratch gets infected, I will personally kill you…” With that he stormed out of his chambers looking for the healer.

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Draco lay on the bed with one of the silliest smiles he could remember on his face. Harry loved him, compared to having that omission; his wound was of little concern. The smile only got wider, remembering kissing his mate; it was getting easier to ignore his instinct, but hadn’t truly gone away. But it did quiet down after protecting his mate from false claims. Maybe that was the solution; he could still be with Harry, as long as he proved to himself that he could protect his mate. It wouldn’t quiet the voices completely, but they had become manageable.

Harry and his Aunt walked in; his mate still looked mad, and his aunt was smiling looking between them both. Even he was smiling watching Harry storm around the room as Bellatrix leaned over to examine his scratch. It didn’t take long, his Aunt casting a few spells, gave him a potion, then wrapped bandages around his stomach.

Bellatrix said before leaving, “Ok…Keep it dry and clean, and no excessive moving for the next couple of days and it should be fine.” She turned to leave walking out of Harry’s chambers.

Turning to smirk at his pouting mate, “See nothing wrong only a scratch…”

Harry shook his head standing back up and walked over to Draco, climbing in the bed he cuddled up to the opposite side from where Firerl’s knife tried to gut him. Harry whispered into his neck, his breaths sending shivers through him, “Please don’t scare me like that again.”

He spoke, bringing Harry closer to his side, “Shhh…Don’t worry you are stuck with me for a long time…”

Harry’s sleepy reply had him grinning for the rest of the night, “I wouldn’t have it any other way…”

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It had been a long time since Severus had a proper night’s sleep; he wondered what it would feel like if he could properly rest. He cursed Tom, Lucius, Harry, Draco, even the witch that would interfere every time he closed his eyes. Tom, demanding him to keep testing the potion; Lucius with his sly remarks always alluding to something. Harry, and the constant reminder of what he lost, now Draco with ever present questions and worry about his mate and that stupid potion. Then there was Ms. Granger and her idiotic logic that had her doing the stupidest of all things. But he wasn’t worried about Ms. Granger; she made her bed, so as far as he was concerned she could rot in it as well.

His mind kept circling around each person, problem, and possible solutions; making his footsteps fall harder with each new thought. Opening the door to the infirmary had him confronting all the people on his list he wished he could hex. Including Sirius, Remus, Bellatrix, Rabastion, Narcissa and Aubrey; that were not on his nerves, but given the chance they could also be easily added to his hex list. Sneering at everyone he went and sat in a chair in a dark corner waiting for Bellatrix to explain the procedure.

The healer stood up and began in her clinical way that most medical personal had, “Ms. Granger I want you to be aware that removing the container that houses your magic has no guarantees. You may never wake up from this, if you do wake up, you could still be a squib. Or the possibility of turning into something never seen before. Do you understand so far the gravity of what you are requesting?”

He watched the witch, her face blanching, and her limbs starting to shake. She nodded her head that she understood and Bellatrix continued. “Since you understand the possible outcomes, the procedure will entail myself magically removing the container. My mate Rabastion will be here to record everything for future study. And Severus will be present as my assistant and a master of potions. We will all leave the room so you can say goodbye to your friend if the worst should happen.”

Walking out of the room, had Severus shivering, did Bellatrix have to be so pessimistic and cold about everything. She could have said the same things without sounding so matter of fact about the witch’s death. He swore he saw a tear fall from the witch’s eye before leaving.

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Draco watched Harry move closer to Hermione’s bedside after everyone left. His mate was trying very hard to put on a brave face, but cracks were starting to show through. Some of which his eyes were moist, and his bottom lip trembled as he tried to smile. Even Hermione was better at it than Harry was, only letting a single tear fall before pulling herself together.

He could admire courage like that, even faced with the worst outcome; she still looked out for Harry, making him feel better. In one of the most nonchalant voice he had heard the witch use she said, “Is she always to down trodden?”

He chuckled, giving Hermione a smile and wink knowing what she was doing, “you get used to her after awhile.”

Hermione smiled nodding her head then looked at Harry before saying, “You know this is going be a lot easier than being frozen from that stupid Basilisk? Do you have any idea how much I missed and how hard I had to study to catch up after being out of it for months?”

Harry smiled and nodded his head, still looking uncertain. Hermione gathered him in a hug and looked at Draco mouthing, “Take care of him.” Narrowing his eyes, and nodded his head. Walking over to Harry he put his arm around his mate drawing him away.

Placing his hand out to the witch he reaffirmed their earlier pack they had made, when Hermione shook his hand. Smiling, Hermione made a shooing motion saying, “Out you two, I want to get this over with.”

Draco and Harry walked out and the three who were to be in the room walked back in shutting the door. Sitting in a chair outside the room, Gathering Harry close to him, where his mate buried his face to wait. The solemn expressions over the others face was even putting him on edge. Holding his mate closer to him; closing his eyes, preparing in case the worst was to happen.

It could have been minutes or hours, in situations like this time seemed to like to play tricks on the ones waiting. A scream from Hermione broke through the door; Harry shot up racing to the door pushing it open. Draco ran after him, into the same room catching Harry to shield him from the sight that was sending shivers through him.

Hermione was nearly off the bed, only her head and feet touching the bed as her back arched at an impossibly high angle. Her screaming was reaching a higher intensity the longer it lasted, only stopping as her body demanded air; in which she would gulp down. Her hands twisted in the covers, some of which looked broken, as they twisted on themselves; while blood poured from her eyes, ears, and nose. It was a gruesome sight that was even twisting his stomach; something that even torturing the Dursley’s could accomplish.

The yell from Bellatrix had him turning his head to pay attention to his Aunt, “I thought you locked the door?”

Severus answered back clearly annoyed as he never yelled, “I did.”

He looked back at Hermione, who was now turning her head staring at him, her eyes pleading for him to understand. He honestly didn’t know how long the witch could handle the torture; but with Harry next to him sobbing, he knew she must. If Hermione were to die it would break something in his mate that nothing he did could ever fix.

Not knowing what he was doing he walked forward, leaving his mate standing there. Standing next the bed closest to where Hermione had her head turned; he placed the heel of his palm over her forehead. Bending down to look into her eyes he narrowed his before he hissed out between his teeth. “You cannot die…Harry needs you….”

Hermione nodded her head under his palm. Still feeling the pent up magic he had from last night; Draco let it all go. Flowing out of his hand into the head he was touching; under it. The last thing he heard was Harry shrieking something that he couldn’t understand before everything went black.

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Severus was furious when Harry broke through the wards he placed on the room before starting the procedure. Seeing him and Draco rushing in to stop in shock at what Ms. Granger was going through, could only end in a nightmare. Harry’s last vision of his friend should not have been like this; because everything that he or Bellatrix was doing could not stop what fate was bringing. Hermione was dying in one of the most horrific ways that he had ever seen.

Severus stepped back when Draco came forward almost trance like when he walked. Watching the blond place his hand on the witch’s head; what he thought was him giving comfort turned out to be something completely different. He could feel the release of Draco’s magic, pouring out and into Hermione. The shriek “Draco.” Coming from Harry from across the room was one of the most heart wrenching sounds that he had ever heard. Watching Draco fall to the floor also making his heart fall as well.

It didn’t take long, maybe seconds for the ones waiting to crowd into the room, Aubrey going to Harry holding him back. While Lucius and Narcissa going towards Draco, lifting him onto another bed to be examined. Bellatrix was casting spells on both Hermione and Draco quicker than he had ever seen her do before.

The scenes that were unfolding in front of him; had him standing still watching from the sidelines; until the Healer called after him. “Severus give Ms. Granger the dreamless sleep potion. I will fix the wounds her body created after seeing to Draco.” The one calm voice in the chaos had him jumping to do what was commanded.

Several moments later Bellatrix stopped casting and addressed the room even her voice starting to shake, “I don’t know what just happened. But Hermione will live; the procedure was successful…”

Harry cut Bellatrix off running towards Draco’s bed, “What…What about…?” His message clear even though he couldn’t find the words.

Bellatrix chuckled a little before answering, “Draco will be fine, he collapsed from magical exhaustion…”

Severus stood transfixed as he watched Harry glare at Draco before screaming into his sleeping face, “You idiot…” Harry stormed out of the infirmary, Aubrey following her grandson.

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Harry paced in his chambers tears streaming down his face. He knew he looked like a wreck, he felt like a wreck and he didn’t care. Watching Hermione in so much pain; then Draco crashing to the floor, it felt like his world was coming apart in the seams. A knock on his door had him wanting to instinctively hide, he ran away to get away from it all. Not have someone shoving it all back in his face.

This time the knock was a little harder, and his grandmother came in, rushing over to enfold him in her arms. It took him a long time to stop shaking and finally to hug his grandmother back. Moments passed like that before he felt like he was ready to face his grandmother. Stepping back he sat in the nearest chair feeling like he couldn’t stand for another second.

His grandmother sat next to him, speaking calmly, “You know it isn’t Draco’s fault…”

Letting out a sigh, his breath leaving him in a great big whoosh, “I know, but it’s too much right now…Everything just seems to be piling up, and this was the last I could take…I haven’t even had the time to breath, let alone find a present for Draco and Christmas is tomorrow…”

His Grandmother chuckled, before answering, “I can see where it may be too much, what can I do to take some off your shoulders?”

He pouted; he hated feeling like this, “Cancel tonight, I have no interest even going especially if Draco cannot be with me…”

His Grandmother smiled, “Done…Why don’t you head back and sit with Draco and Hermione, you should be there when they awaken…You know, some of the best presents I have gotten have come from the heart, not how much someone spent for them.”

He stood back up and let his grandmother guide him back to the infirmary, thinking about what she had said. Maybe he didn’t need to do everything on his own. He was told time and again that there were others that could handle some of the problems. Now he only had to think of a present that came from the heart.
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