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Hey luvs, another chapter for ya. Now, to be completely frank and candid, this chapter is
insane. It is supposed to be insane (or
so I keep telling myself ^^;) so don�t get all angry at me because things
aren�t adding up right away. I warn you
now, there is smut, but in this case I really can�t suggest you skip ahead if
it�s not your thing, only because this will likely be the one and only chance
you�re going to see the viewpoint of a certain character in this, a viewpoint
that is the reason for a lot of issues in the future/past and to the plot. Things will be explained later, but believe
me, if you find yourself seeing Draco and Harry interacting oddly and you�re
going �what the fuck?� The answer is probably in this chapter. Feel free to ask questions, if only to help
me itemize what I need to answer later in the story, but don�t expect me to go
spilling big plot points coming up. XP

Oh, before I forget! I made a little Musa & Juro pic. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41476669/ It's not done, there are huge color issues
that I've fixed but haven't gotten around to polishing up and fixing 'cus I got
stuck on a different drawing >_> but I figured you might like to see
anyways. ^^

Thanks everyone for the comments and love!

Mya Malfoy: I know, Draco�s crafty like that. XD I try to keep his age in consideration when
writing him, so even though he can be all intelligent and strategic, he�s still
a normal sixteen year old as well.

Kireania: Whoa, you must be a power reader, hun. Glad you like the story. ^.^

Shadowclaw: Um� not having the patience� is that a bad
thing? ^^;;; Thanks, I try to create an
atmosphere, although it�s sort of difficult when you can only do it through
words on a page, compared to �hearing� words, ya know? Luckily, since it�s a fanfic I�m allowed to
waste tons of pages trying to do that. <3

Answers: !!! Happy Birthday !!! I polished up this chapter all quick, so hopefully I made it in
time. Of course, you shouldn�t read on
your B-Day, but go out and celebrate and have tons of fun, and once you�re
through and lazing about you can possibly amble over and read the new chappie.
*huggles*

Death by Squirrel:
Here, you can wipe your eyes on this. *pokes you at computer screen*

Disclaimer: This
story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling,
various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic
Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no
copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Awakening To the Dream

CH 55

Wiping
his eyes and settling in, Draco told Harry about his week. How he�d
learned Darel had come to visit, and had ended up putting half a dozen sixth
years in the hospital ward. And how funny Roariel was, even though he�d
never admit it to the Fae, and all the things he had learned from Yehl when
trying to get his collar off. He told Harry about what Neville had told
him about Seamus, how the boy was in for a dangerous struggle, and was probably
with the Anhk Ro even now, fighting for his life. Once he was through
with the week they were apart, he started on the strange creature he had seen
guarding his hospital door, and how the Ministry was trying to get him killed,
although in a very round about fashion.

�I
don�t even think he knows how much he freaks me out� although now that I think
about it, I imagine he must, because even in human form werewolves are
supposed to be able to smell a person�s fear. Messed up when you think
about it. He must be really sadistic, smiling so gently while he knows
damn well that he scares the shit out of me� Potter?� He pushed up, Harry
making another soft noise. �Hey� hey�� He bit his lip, searching Harry�s
face for any sign that he might be� Oh!

He
shot his head around as the darkness flashed white. There, Loxton
attacked, spearing Harry brutally, throwing all his weight forward. It
flashed again, Hermione�s brown eyes wide in horror as Harry caught sight of
the girl right before Auriel Cross crashed into him�Yehl blocking his line of
sight as moments later a loud cry was heard, children�s voices, and he could
feel Harry�s fear and guilt�a huge bloodied Chimaera tearing the Exault to
pieces�

Draco
turned back to Harry, tugging the boy�s hair as Harry tossed, mumbling
feverishly. �Potter� Potter, come on, wake up.� He glance up,
finding himself looking back, tears dripping down his cheeks as he begged Harry
to promise him to stay alive. �That�s right Potter, I�m here� It�s
not the most flattering image of me, but yeah. Now come on, and wake
up.� Harry�s body was healing before his eyes, the bruises and cuts
disappearing to leave only smooth, bright flesh. It was a good sign; it
meant he was waking up. �That�s it, Potter, come back to me. Gods,
come back.� He grabbed the boy�s shoulders anxiously as Harry�s eyes flew
open, looking past him unseeing. �Potter�? Potter!
What�?� He glanced behind him, the stark image of a man he didn�t
recognize swinging from a tree, a rope tight around his broken neck.

�Potter�
st-stop it. You need to focus on better things!� Holy hell, when
had Potter seen someone hung?! �Look at me, damn it! Enough of the
pain and nightmares already!� Harry�s eyes focused, but not fully.
He was breathing heavily, erratically, and Draco was afraid he was wrong and
Harry was dying, healed mental form or not. �Please Potter� snap out of
it��

Harry�s
fingers twitched, eyes jumping back and forth, each time a new image
called. A woman, her arms torn from her torso. A young man not much
older than the both of them, entrails flopping onto a stone floor. A
child�

�Stop
it!� Draco looked away and dug his fingers into Harry�s shoulders,
pulling hard. Harry�s body shuddered and jerked violently in his hands,
and then went frighteningly still. The darkness closed in again.

��Potter�
no, Potter�� Harry�s body was whole, no signs of injury but the shimmering bolt
on his forehead. He was breathing� maybe� but it was so shallow, so very
shallow compared to the desperate breaths of earlier, he wasn�t sure if it were
true. Draco leaned down, listening for a heartbeat. �Please, don�t
die. Please�Son of a�!� Harry screamed, his back arching as
the boy gasped to life, Draco pulling back, his heart about to thump out of his
chest. �Shit� shit� Potter? Are you in there?� He scrambled
up, pulling Harry�s face close, looking for that spark of
acknowledgement. ��Harry?�

�Oww�
fucking oww� Harry being speared by Loxton flashed again.
Auriel Cross backhanding the boy across the room�

�Focus,
Potter. Focus on me.�

Draco,
tears falling down on Harry�s face as he pleaded for him to keep living�

�Good,
that�s me� just pick something less depressing.� Draco pressed, a faint
blush on his cheeks as Harry relived his display of raw emotion.

Harry
gasped again, mouth gaping as he pulled in air. It hurts� it fucking
hurts like hell� Then hell flashed in the darkness, a whole
neighborhood alight in flames, screams filling up the night sky where the Dark
Mark glowered.

�I
know, Harry, I know� just hold on, okay? Think happy thoughts�yes I
realize how retarded that sounds, but I mean it. Think about good things
or you�re going to melt your bloody brain.�

Trying�
A new image of Draco flashed, chuckling at something Harry had said.

�Okay�
that�s kind of embarrassing, Potter��

Shut
up. Harry growled, pulling at the hands holding him still until Draco
was falling forward. You�re supposed to be helping.

Draco
blinked up dumbly, finding himself pinned with a rather livid looking Potter
holding him down. He looked� he rather looked like the animals guarding
outside, his eyes blazing, his teeth bared, body tense with pain. Draco�s
heart tripped anxiously and he licked his lips. �Potter� calm down��

Maybe if you would shut up�Argh, fuck! Gods, it
hurts!

Draco
pulled his arm free while Harry screamed mentally, catching the boy�s jaw with his
fingers. �Look at me, right in the eye. Focus on me, Potter.�

Harry
gasped and complied, eyes widening as they met silver. They stayed like
that for ages, Harry gasping for breath, Draco doing his best not to blush to
death. His body did not care in the slightest that the thoughts he was
having were extremely inappropriate. Thankfully Harry showed no signs of
noticing.

��Better?�
Draco asked, having to look away before he did something idiotic.

Pains fading� just a fucking amount of wild energy now�
this energy� hurts still�

�Okay�
well I suppose that�s good. You know, just refrain from punching
me.� It was a little unsettling really, Harry�s normally semi-calm face
glaring him down.

Harry
smiled widely, eyes too bright. He pinned Draco�s wrists. I
might just kill you.

�Don�t
be so coy, Potter. It�s not like I saved your life or anything.�
Rolling his eyes, Draco tried to slow the excited pounding of his heart.

You shouldn�t have done that� You should have
let me die.

Draco
shook his head. �Why the fuck would I ever do that?�

Fight me.

Oh
hell� this was turning out a lot like� like� oh hell. �Umm� no. I
don�t think that would be a very wise idea.� He mumbled with a false
sense of calm, only to squeak in surprise immediately after. �Oi, don�t
start with that wiggling thing!�

What�
this? Harry moved deliberately against him. It doesn�t mean
anything, you know.

�Oh�
ohhh, it means something, Potter.� He answered breathlessly.
This was getting very dangerous, very fast.

Not
to me, Malfoy. You don�t mean anything to me. Harry gave a
feral snarl, clawing at Draco�s wrists. Does that bother you?

Closing
his eyes, Draco wondered when Harry had suddenly gotten so perceptive.
��I think� I think you�re looking for another hole in your chest.�

Harry
laughed cruelly. That could be so. I have the overwhelming urge
to tear you to pieces. I think you better start fighting back.

Draco
shuddered, not from fear. �Don�t start this, Potter. Not now.�

I�m
going to kill you. Harry promised down at him, his odd smile
flickering again.

�No��
Draco swallowed, meeting Harry�s blazing eyes. �I�m rather sure you�re
going to bludgeon me with a very hard part of your anatomy, actually.�

Harry�s
smile widened. You�ve been talking to my Tail.

Draco
nodded.

Well don�t believe everything you hear, Malfoy.
I�m going to tear you to pieces.

�I
certainly don�t believe everything you�re spouting.� Draco growled,
catching the tone of cruelty so unfamiliar in Harry�s voice. �You can�t
hurt me this way, so I don�t know why you�re bothering. This isn�t the time,
Potter.�

I can hurt you. I will hurt you.

�Listen
to me�ah!� Hurt really wasn�t the word as Draco squirmed from the claws
digging into his arms. �You have some very big issues with
repressed�shit, kinky bastard!�

You
Veelas are all alike. Harry taunted. You couldn�t even sleep
a full hour before wanking off. It�s not my fault it all turns into sex
for you.

�Least
I don�t hide from it. Do you even touch yourself? No wonder you
need your Tail to get you some.� Draco snarled.

You ever consider the possibility that I don�t want
some, you pompous ass? I don�t need anything from anyone, especially not
from you.

�That�s
good, Potty, because I sure as hell wasn�t offering. You have no idea
what is happening to you right now, do you? Have you even kissed anyone?�

The
darkness flashed, revealing an awkward kiss with a pretty Asian girl, Cho
Chang.

�How
about one where the girl isn�t crying from it being so horrible, idiot?�

Harry
glared, wrenching Draco�s arms. Maybe I wanted her to cry.

�Maybe
you haven�t kissed anyone else.� Draco shot back. �Ever kiss a boy,
Potter?�

Wouldn�t
you wish, you Veela perv. Harry glowered a bit before showing the
impromptu, unwanted kiss with Clive.

Draco
started, somewhat surprised. �Who the fuck is that?�

Jealous?

�Fuck
off.�

See,
Malfoy, you�re not the only idiot to get the whole healing thing confused.
Harry showed the moment before, when he had been healing Clive�s arm while
Draco squirmed. He wanted me, and not in a simple Heir manner, or even
as a simple lover. That idiot pledged his soul to me. Can you feel
his thoughts there?

Draco
nodded. He could feel Clive�s buried hopelessness, and grief over the
loss of his whole family and immediate Clan. He wanted a purpose and had
found it in Harry. �So what� what is he to you?� Draco asked
hesitantly, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

Nothing. I gave him to Blaise. Did you
really think I�d keep something so damn clingy and weak?

�Oh,
of course, who the hell would ever put up with that?� Draco matched
Harry�s dark smirk. �You�re missing the point though, Potter.
Everyone you kiss freaks out. You don�t even realize the effect you have
on people. This isn�t something you play at, so maybe you should back off
and try and think before you do something stupid.�

What�s the matter? Don�t you want to kiss me?

Draco
trembled; Harry had actually, literally growled like a bloody animal about to
pounce. �I�d rather eat glass.� It really didn�t help that he was
hard as hell.

How many boys have you kissed, Malfoy?

�None,
Potter.�

Harry
narrowed his eyes. I don�t believe you.

�Believe
what you want; truth is truth.� Draco said with a shrug.

�How many girls?

Draco
smiled mysteriously and shrugged again. With his right hand he made a
�zero� sign. Harry snarled in response, and Draco was rather sure the boy
was going to tear his throat out.

I�m going to tear your throat out.

Oh,
that was a bad sign. �Get a hold of yourself.�

Flay your skin from your body�

�You
know what I think, Potter? I think you want to fuck me, like the little
poof you are.�

It�s not always about sex, Malfoy. Harry
groaned into his ear.

�I
know� but you want me; I�m magically designed to be able to sense it. You
can�t keep your fucking hands off me. Face it, all those times when you
clung to me, it was all a ploy�a lame one at that�to try and get into my
pants.�

Don�t
flatter yourself. Harry hissed. I like your scent, nothing
more. That your scent happens to be on every long� smooth, creamy inch of
you is, uh, is more your problem than mine.

�It�s
a huge problem, Potter. I can�t handle you pawing at me.� Hell, he
couldn�t breathe.

You like it.

Draco
moaned. �Yesss� but I can�t help it� and it�s driving me mad��

I know! Why can�t you just go back to normal?!

�You
need to calm down.�

Don�t tell me what to do!

�You
fucking like it. Stop spazzing and bringing me along for the ride.�

You are so full of yourself. You�re gagging for
it, Malfoy. I�m not. Get it clear.

�Bloody
hell, you�re a fucktard. You�re the one about to tear me to bits because
you�re so repressed. Just admit you want me and maybe you won�t have a
full out freak out right here. You�re seriously going about this the
wrong way.�

I hate you. I hate every damn thing about you.
I don�t need you. I don�t want you. I don�t like you.

�Yeah,
yeah, I don�t know who you�re trying to convince. Maybe you should try
letting me go first.�

Harry�s
hands tightened painfully. You�re not going anywhere.

�Gods,
what do you want?!�

I want it to go back to like it was before!

�Fine!
Let me point out that you didn�t used to manhandle me before!�

Leaning inches away from Draco�s face, Harry narrowed his
eyes and growled. Fight back.

Draco
shuddered, his eyes closing involuntarily. �This is getting very old,
Potter. Kill me already; you keep on bloody threatening to.
Otherwise shut your fucking mouth about it.�

I�ll shut your fucking mouth.

�With
what, Mr. Denial? You have a very violent kink, Potter. And this
conversation is still going nowhere. Think very carefully and tell me
what you want�besides you killing me, you bloody tosser.�

Harry
looked away. �I� I want to touch you�

�Clearly.�
Draco growled. �It would have been fine, if you hadn�t made such a
fucking big deal about it.�

It�s not a big deal�YOU always make it into a big
deal! I can�t fucking touch you without your whole body indicating it
wants more.

�Well
ignore it, Scarhead. I can�t help it.�

I can�t�I can�t ignore it anymore� I-I just want
you to understand that it�s not personal. I don�t like you that way so
don�t think�

�I
get it already.� Draco gritted out angrily. �You hate me.
Fine.�

Harry studied Draco�s closed face. �Can I�
Will you let me touch you?

�Hell
no!�

Why not?! I just explained�!

�And
while you were explaining, I was getting very horny, which is completely your
fault. You should know better than mixing pain with Veelas. There�s
no way I�m waking up with sticky sheets in the bloody hospital ward, of all
places.�

I need to�

�If
I remember correctly, you don�t need anything from me!� Draco
snapped coldly.

Gods�Damn
It! Harry�s grip tightened again, and he learned close, nuzzling his
face into Draco�s neck. Stop being so difficult.

�Yeah�
because I�m the one being difficult� Oh�oh� You need to stop that,
Potter� Right now��

Shut up.

�I�m
s-serious� you reaaally need to stop that.� Harry ignored him, lowering
the rest of his body down, and relaxing his grip so he could rub his hands down
Draco�s arms. �Potter��

It doesn�t mean anything�

�I�d
really like to�hell�believe you� but you�ve got a hand on my hip, and your
other one, oh hell�� He broke off with a moan. �Your other is
squeezing my nipple� and I really can�t ignore that��

Try harder.

�Fuck� fuck, Potter�� His head fell back limply, unable
to find the will to pull away from the hands tearing off his shirt.
��What are you doing?�

I
want to drown in you� your scent, your flesh� He buried his face
against Draco�s bare chest, mouth open and trailing over his skin. Sorry,
I tried but I can�t stop�

�Relax,
Potter, I� I�m not going anywhere. Hell� just calm down.� Gods,
that felt so good. Did he really�? Hell, did he actually want
him? Why else would he�?

Stop saying that. You� you need to get away from
me� fight� He sucked on Draco�s collarbone, marking him with a path
of pink, flushed skin. Fight me�

Hell,
he really wanted him. �I�m not going to fight you.�

Harry growled. Why not?

Draco�s
head lolled to the side, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he lied
through his teeth. ��Don�t want to.�

You�re hard.

�The
couple of hours I was conscious after getting that collar off, I was pretty
much in a permanent state of arousal. Doesn�t mean anything; just the
stupid Veela.�

�Am
I not worthy?

�Gods,
of course you�re worthy.� Draco assured with a groan. �I
need� I�m not strong enough right now.�

Harry
chewed on his lip nervously, watching his somewhat darker hands play over
Draco�s chest. You really mean that?

Glancing
over timidly, Draco nodded. �Yeah. Wait for my seal to be removed,
and I will fuck you up so bad you won�t know what even hit you.�

Trembling,
Harry�s grip tightened again. I want that. Want you. Need
you.

Draco
grabbed his hands to keep them still, because the tighter Harry held, the
better it felt, and the more his instincts told him to claw right back.
�I know� but not now. Calm down. Scent right? Focus on that.�

Taste
is better. Harry confided lowly, struggling for control.

Draco
raised a brow and pulled Harry�s left hand to his lips, licking Harry�s wrist
hesitantly. ��You�re right.�

Harry
stared speechless, trapped hand turning and trailing over Draco�s mouth.
He leaned down. I�

�I
believe I mentioned something along the lines of eating glass.� Draco
said brusquely, turning his head away. Gods, if Harry didn�t get off of
him he was going to die.

Harry
groaned and laid his head on Draco�s chest, feeling the way Draco�s heart
pounded frantically beneath the smooth flesh. He breathed deep, rubbing
Draco�s stomach. Sorry� I shouldn�t have� You�re angry.

Draco
shuddered at the touch, fighting his reaction. �No Potter, I�m just
bloody brilliant. Here I am, worried you�re going to die before my very
eyes, and when you do finally wake up, you pull this shit on me. No �hi
Malfoy, how you doing, oh, nice to see you�re still alive.� No�I have to
put up with some weird, sadistic�horribly hot, by the way, mating rit�well� you
know damn well what it is, considering you initiated it�� Draco continued to
look blankly ahead, ignoring the hand running over his jaw and flushed
cheek. �I�m about to burst, it�s not even funny.�

With
a quiet moan, Harry wrapped fingers tight into Draco�s hair. I
initiated it? You, you were the one whispering sweet nothings� something
about dressing me in silks and hiding me away in your closet� Harry
pressed his parted lips to one of the pink blotches on Draco�s chest. I�m
a little slow, granted, but I�m not stupid.

Blushing,
Draco darted his eyes to Harry�s. �You weren�t supposed to hear that.�

Oh�
Harry watched Draco carefully, the manic gleam in his eyes faded but far from
gone. Was it a lie?

Draco
shrugged, feeling distinctively uncomfortable. The wrong move right now
could scare Potter off forever, and given his obvious denial of his needs he
doubted the boy could really handle the truth. �If I say yes, will you
stop trying to beat your way into my pants�stop that!� Harry�s hand
paused for a moment before resuming the slow walk down his side.

I�m
not trying to get into your pants. Harry growled, even as he slid two
fingers beneath the band of Draco�s trousers. You smell nice.

�Your
hand is�� Draco gave up with a frustrated sigh, glaring up at the
ceiling. �You�re trying to make me angry.�

Fight me.

�I
told you no.� Oh, but his annoying Veela was saying yes. The fucking
prat couldn�t see that Potter was obviously far too unstable right now, and
fucking Potter couldn�t see that he was far too unstable, and hell, why did he
have to suffer because Potter was not in his right mind? This was so not
fair.

I
need a reason� a proper one. Harry hissed insistently.

�I
already�� Draco grabbed the straying hand, only to have it turn on him and
twist his wrist. �Damn it, can�t you see I�m not bloody strong
enough? Calm the fuck down!�

Harry
shook his head, looking murderous. It was quiet, dark, peaceful�I
didn�t feel a damn thing. I don�t like feeling like this! You
should have left me there! Why the fuck couldn�t you leave me alone?

�What�
leave you to die?!� Draco stared up at the boy incredulously.

Yes!
It� it was so quiet� Why did you�? Why couldn�t you just�?
I-I have nothing for you! Why?!

Draco
closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. It was a fucking nightmare.
He was living his worst bloody nightmare. �Get off me. Now.�

Something
in Draco�s voice caught his attention, and Harry moved, crouching to the side
as Draco rolled and rose to his feet.

�Get
up. You wanted a fight, right?�

I
thought you weren�t strong enough. Harry stood up slowly, eyes tight
on Draco. Thought you didn�t want to.

�Yeah,
well that was before I realized just how fucking weak you are.�
Draco spat, stalking around Harry�s still form, his eyes a molten silver.
�Come on! You want to die that fucking bad, it can be by my hands!
I�ll make all the hurt go away!�

Please�
Harry spread his arms wide, making no move to defend himself. Make it
stop. I just want the quiet again�

�Son
of a�!� Snarling, Draco grabbed the boy by his neck. �Who the fuck
are you?!� It was just too much, too many inconsistencies. Even at
his worst Potter wasn�t like this. Harry didn�t know cruelty like
this. Everything out of this person�s mouth had been designed to hurt him
from the very beginning. �Get your god damn Fae problems away from
Potter�s brain!�

Gold
detailed eyes laughed back at him. Clever dragon. Harry
smiled, too brightly, too viciously. It�s my brain. He�s just
visiting.

�No!
He�s not dead yet. You can�t take him from me.�

Poor little dragon� Do you actually think he cares
for you?

�Shut
up.� Draco�s grip tightened.

He can�t give you what you want� what you need.
Let him go. I�m tired, and your damn voice refuses to be silent.

�So
what, are you going to kill me? That�s what it�s all about, isn�t
it? He wants to keep going while you want death, and I won�t let him
go. I heard you were messed up, Nox Ămor, but I didn�t think you
were this fucked.�

Nox Ămor�s smile was deadly. Do you think I
won�t? I�ve killed far more than you can even imagine. Walk away
while you can. He doesn�t need you.

Laughing
lowly, Draco shook his head. �And you even lie. What was all
that? Mating rituals? Mental warfare? You should know mind
games don�t suit Potter.�

But they suit me, and at the end of it all, he is just
a small part of me. Contrary to what he wants, I get final say.

�No
you don�t.� Draco hissed. �Stay dead if you want, I don�t give a
shit. But this is Potter�s life, and right now you�re just poor company.�

What are you going to do? Kick me out of my own
body? How brazen. Have you forgotten you are My Candidate?

Draco
flinched at the reminder, but he didn�t back down. He had made his
decision more than a week ago. �It�s Potter�s body. You�re just a
damn haunt hiding in the shadows, ruining his bloody life with your past
mistakes. No one asked you to show up again.�

�No.
No one asked me. Nox Ămor studied Draco�s face. I was happy
in the dark. I was happy being dead and frozen. Then someone had to
go and wake me up. Twice. In less than two damn decades� I�m tired.
He suddenly grabbed the hand wrapped around his throat, covering it and
squeezing tightly, forcing his own throat to crack from the pressure. Let
me go back.

�No
one�s stopping you.� Draco answered levelly. �But there is no way
in hell you�re taking him with you. Go. Get lost. Mope in a
fucking corner for all I care. Potter stays.�

Nox
Ămor gave a chilling smile. Let me make it simple for you.
If you don�t kill me, I�m going to kill you. There is nothing here for
you.

Draco
smiled right back. �You can�t kill yourself, can you? You don�t
even have enough control to take over his body. What did you think, that
I�d accidentally kill you while fighting? That my hormones or my
instincts would win, and I�d forget that Potter�s half dead in the hospital
ward, and I�d push too far? You�ve been dead too long, friend.�

Annoyance
flashed in Nox Ămor�s eyes. Then you die. It took
nothing for the brunette to remove Draco�s hand and reverse their position,
Draco�s neck snapped back harshly in the strangle hold. Now, if you
are swift, you may be able to escape and stop me� but I don�t think you have it
in you. From what I�ve seen, your cowardice rules your motor skills.

Draco�s
glare didn�t waver, nor did his will. He held his head up high, goading
the Fae on. �What are you waiting for? A countdown? We both
know once you kill me no one will be able to grant your little suicidal
wish. You�re wide awake now, and I made sure no one could come lurking in
Potter�s mind to hurt him. You�ll be stuck; Harry asleep, you awake,
while his body is kept alive indefinitely by Madame Pomfrey�s more than capable
care. Either way, I win and he lives.�

You�re still dead.

Draco
shrugged awkwardly as the grip on his neck tightened even more. �Looks
that way.� There were things that could kill a person when traveling in
someone�s mind, and there were ways that a traveler could fight those
things. But this wasn�t quite the normal mind; this was the territory of
one of the greatest forces in the universe. Any power Draco may have had
in a human mind was null here, and he was well aware of it. �You know,
before you kill me and all, I�ve got a question for you.�

Last request?

�Yeah,
something like that.� Draco rolled his eyes at the sadistic smirk he was
already growing used to. �Out of curiosity, how much of that act was
him? Those memories, the shit you said; you played me like a fucking
fiddle, some of it must have been him.� He had totally played him, so
much so that Draco had almost lost any sense of judgement. It had been
foolish to not expect Harry�s dire condition to awaken Nox Ămor.
With the boy bordering death, his alter ego would be stirring, ready to see
which direction it would be heading. Of course, Nox Ămor jumping for
death was far past anyone�s expectations. Obviously something had
happened� likely something to do with that psycho La Lune.

Nox Ămor tilted his head, running a finger across
Draco�s cheek. What do you want me to say? Little innocent Harry
really wants to shag you into a wall? He�s liked you for years, just
never understood his feelings? That he needs you? Wants you?
Maybe even loves you?

Draco
licked his lips, eyes losing focus for a moment. �Yeah� any of those will
do nicely��

Foolish
dragon� Nox Ămor leaned down to whisper into Draco�s ear, eyes
laughing as the boy gasped from the simple touch of breath on his face.
It is all him. He knows how to charm you, he knows how to pull your
pretty heartstrings, and he knows how to tear you to tiny little shreds with
the perfectly placed words.

�Lies.�
Draco muttered behind closed lids, his knees feeling oddly weak.

Truth. He is I, boy, not the other way
around. I would know him better than anyone.

Draco
snapped his eyes open, angry red flaring in his gaze. �Bullshit!
You�ve known him less than a fucking month, while I�ve known him five
years! You may be affecting him now, but I know the real Potter. I
know the boy that flew like a bird the first time he took flight. The
reckless idiot that would risk his life for someone he met only an hour
previous�for someone he never even liked! The one that couldn�t see past
his bloody nose without his goofy glasses, that hated any and all of the stupid
fame he got from his scar, that was righteous, and impulsive, and an absolutely
horrible dancer. You don�t know the first thing about Potter. If
you did, you�d realize he�s a hell of a sight better than your pathetic
self. At least he hasn�t given up yet. At least he still has a
fucking soul!� He tore at the hand crushing his throat, and when that
didn�t work he called on his power released when he destroyed the collar, his
Veela genes transforming his rage into a feathery ball of claws and
fangs.

His
first punch took Nox Ămor by surprise, the hand around Draco�s throat
tightening reflexively. Gasping for breath, Draco broke away, leaving two
searing slashes down the side of Nox Ămor�s face and chest as he fought to
heal the break of oxygen to his lungs. Nox Ămor lunged after him
blindly, Draco scrambling frantically away, one hand on his throat to uncrush
his windpipe while the other hand swiped.

You
foolish�! Nox Ămor barreled into the boy, knocking Draco to the
ground. He quickly grabbed a hold of the clawed hands and pushed them
away so he could press a palm to Draco�s convulsing throat. Hush
baby. Hold on now� He bit hard on Draco�s ear when the
blonde continued to struggle hysterically, tears welling in his frightened
silver eyes. Hold on, baby� hush�

All
Draco could feel was the frantic, desperate flutter of his heart, his lungs
heaving for air that wouldn�t come. It was a long fearful eternity until
he noticed heat slowly spreading out of the hand and into his throat.

There
now� relax� breathe� Nox Ămor gently rubbed Draco�s throat,
massaging breath into him. You silly little fool� come on,
breathe. There you go.

Hot
air suddenly filled his lungs, and Draco howled, dragging blessed oxygen
in. He stared unfocused out into the darkness, uncontrollable sobs
shaking him as he reacquainting himself with the meeting of air and lungs.

It�s
okay baby� it�s okay. Nox Ămor pressed soft lips to the bruises
on Draco�s neck, pulling him tight. You crazy little fool�

��I
don�t� Why?� Draco croaked, his mind whirling at the confusing
change.

Did you actually think I�d kill you, little
dragon? I just� I just want to go back to sleep. You�re not
supposed to get hurt.

��Idiot.�
Draco gasped. �You� you actually thought I�d kill him?�

Nox
Ămor closed his eyes, a weak smile curving his lips. Honestly?
I had hoped you weren�t as loyal as he thought. Can you breathe,
love? You okay?

Draco
bit his lip, nodding, even though he felt very far from okay. �Don�t�
don�t take him away.�

Hush, baby, the pain will fade with time. Even
for a Veela. I�ll make sure it doesn�t linger.

�No�
please no�� Draco snatched at Nox Ămor�s face, Harry�s face, wounds
already healed. �I won�t let you! Please, what�s a single human
lifespan for you?! A century for someone who has lived millions of
years? Please, ju-just give him a chance. Let him have a
life. Please!�

Hush�
He kissed away Draco�s tears, painfully gentle. It will fade.

�Liar.
It n-never fades. You�you know it never fades!�

�No,
no it doesn�t. Nox Ămor looked deeply into Draco�s glowing eyes,
pushing the boy�s hair from his face. I didn�t want to come
back. I wasn�t ever going to come back again. Even now it�s calling
me to oblivion. You can�t hold me here� maybe for a few more decades, but
that�s it. Why prolong the inevitable? You see how he
suffers. Those muggles were nothing compared to his dreams, and visions,
not to mention what he�s had to live through. You�re not enough to take
our pain away, little dragon. You�ll try, and you�ll fail, and your sweet
little heart will break again and again, because you can�t save him. You
need to let him go.

�No.�
It was the only word that came to mind, the only one Draco seemed to be able to
focus on. �No!�

You
don�t want him to suffer, do you? Nox Ămor pressed. It
hurts him so much. Do you really want to be the cause of it? I know
you don�t. I know you�d hate to be the cause of his pain and
torment. You can take it all away, dragon. You�re very strong,
stronger than any wish I might have to continue living. You can free us.

Draco
shook his head slowly. �You� you don�t have to die� It doesn�t have
to hurt so much��

Gold
detailed eyes sparked agonizingly. It never fades.

�No�
I don�t care!� Hissing, Draco tried to break away. �He can suffer
for all eternity if that�s what it takes. I will never let him go!
Even if it kills me, even if it destroys my heart, I won�t let go. Stop
asking the bloody impossible from me�it-it would be easier for me to destroy
myself�!� He clicked his mouth shut suddenly, stopped moving, stopped
breathing. There was a familiar manic smile on Nox Ămor�s
face.

��That
wasn�t a complete ruse earlier, was it?�

Clever dragon� can you sense it? Smell it?

Draco
gulped. �Y-Your eyes� and, and some sort of energy��

You
remind me of someone� Someone I hate. Someone I love. He
breathed into Draco�s neck, taking in his scent. It is infuriating and
fascinating all at the same time� It�s a shame I couldn�t fall for you,
dragon. You�re certainly something special.

Eyes
closed, Draco breathed shakily. �Why not? You�re a big boy; why not
control your own heart for a change? I could� well, I can try to make
things better for you�� For Harry. He would do anything for Harry.

Nox
Ămor chuckled harshly. How? I am not a simple human.
My problems run deeper than evil wizards, and schoolyard crushes. What
can you do about my existence that I cannot?

�I
don�t know.� He admitted miserably. �But, that�s got to be in the
job description, right? I was chosen as a Candidate for a reason, so that
has to count for something.� When he got no answer he bit his lip
worriedly.

�I
like you. Nox Ămor said suddenly, breaking from his thoughts and
pinning Draco with his stare. Not just Harry�something about you is
comforting to me. You�ve become very precious to me. It�s not a
good thing. When my love comes and kills you, I will become even worse
than before. He twisted his fingers tight into Draco�s hair, eyes
sparking dangerously. As beautiful as you are, my love shines
brighter, purer. As wild and enticing as you call, my love is a raging
destructive wind, untamable, free from all ties billions of suitors wish to
hold him with. As encouraging, supportive and caring as you are, my love
is insane, ravenous with jealousy and passion. Rivers have run red with
his vengeance, and they will certainly bleed again once he finds so many
mortals have found a way into Harry�s heart. You are nothing compared to
my La Lune, dragon. Nothing you offer can ever compare to my love.
You will fail and leave me to lament, alone, like all the rest have. You
cannot save me.

��You
are so cruel.� Draco whispered faintly, unable to meet Nox Ămor�s
haunted expression.

I
am only what love has made me. Nox Ămor relaxed his hold,
soothing Draco�s neck apologetically. Then he pulled back and showed
Draco�s his true hands, shaking, unsteady hands that broke and reconnected and
shifted dimensionally. I must sleep soon, or I�m going to break
completely. Furiae has warned me of what will happen to this world, to
the universe if I break. I cannot live through anymore loss.

Draco
shook his head, afraid to ask just what would happen. He didn�t want a
reason to have to kill him; he didn�t want to know that his refusal to let
Harry go might have huge consequences for the universe. �Why did Furiae
wake you up if he knew you were so unstable?�

He would not tell me.

��Don�t
you trust him?�

Yes.
Nox Ămor looked away. But what does he know of my
troubles? He has never slipped, never fallen. His heart is not
flawed like mine. Light was flawed, as is all Light�s children.
What does Furiae know of that? I am not without weakness. I grow
weary, dejected� insane� What does Furiae know of madness?

�You
all seem a bit mad to me�� Draco muttered, snapping his eyes up once he
realized he had said it aloud. �Uhh� n-no disrespect intended?� He
added lamely.

Nox
Ămor�s glare intensified. Without warning he grasped Draco�s face
fiercely and kissed him before the blonde could think to move.

Squirming,
Draco struggled to pull away, smacking uselessly at the other�s back, and when
that didn�t work he grabbed a fistful of thick chocolate hair, and pulled for
all his worth. Nox Ămor chuckled and grabbed Draco�s hair right
back, showing him just how ineffective the tactic was. Draco moaned
unwillingly from the sensation, his lips parting, and eyes closing, as Nox
Ămor deepened the kiss. Fire began to rise in his veins and Draco
found his once resistant movements having the opposite effect as he pulled the
other closer, wrapping his limbs tight to keep the brunette from pulling
away. Nox Ămor slid the hand he had tangled in Draco�s hair down to
the back of his neck, massaging while his lips moved agonizingly slow against
the boy�s. Draco felt lost, his resistance fading away as heat continued
to pool through his body.

��Harry��

Forget
him. He can�t give you what you need. Nox Ămor drew his
free hand across Draco�s narrow chest, pulling one of the rosy buds while
biting down his sharp jaw and neck. This is what you need.

Draco�s
denial was lost with a moan, his body arching up insistently. Certainly
he needed this, gods, his body had been screaming for it the instant that
bloody collar had been removed. But� but�Oh!

Nox
Ămor pinned Draco�s rocking hips down, gently biting the sensitive flesh
beneath his ear again. He doesn�t see you like I do. You�re
beautiful. Willful. A great, untamable power burns within you
begging for freedom. I can make you a king, Draco, a god among men.
Forget weak little Harry; I can give you what you need. He shifted
Draco�s head, biting teasingly at the junction of the elegant neck, knowing
that if he bit just a little harder it would be considered a claiming. He
never got the chance though, because Draco gave a rebellious snarl and rolled,
pushing Nox Ămor to the ground.

Huffing
for air, Draco sat heavily on Nox Ămor�s chest while he caught his
breath. �I don�t like you. Every word out of your mouth is so
insanely deceptive�I don�t trust you! I don�t know what you want, or why
you want it, so I�m going to make this perfectly clear, because obviously we
need clarity!� He wiped his arm over his brow, collecting his thoughts
before returning his glare to the unreadable form beneath him. �I don�t
need anything but him. A king? Power? Sex? I don�t know
what sort of people you�re used to dealing with, and yeah, maybe I seem like
the type that would chase that shit given my upbringing and all. But I�m
not. I�m not interested in attaining the best, or playing hero, or even
getting into Potter�s pants�although believe me, it would be fucking heaven to
do so.� Draco added with a semi-crazed smile.

Nox
Ămor grinned up at him, tugging at Draco�s arm until the boy leaned down
and kissed him demandingly, crushing their mouths together. Tell me
what you need, beautiful.

�Don�t
you listen?� Draco grumbled, moving into the hands pulling him
down. �Him.�

Him who?

��I
really dislike you.�

Nox
Ămor licked up the side of Draco�s face. Tell me. Say it
aloud.

�Harry,
you idiot. Harry is all I need.� Draco growled, turning to catch
his lips again, nipping none too gently.

Why?

�Shut
up!�

Say it aloud. Say it and I�ll admit you�ve won.

Draco
froze, pulling away enough to meet Nox Ămor�s eyes. ��I don�t like
games.�

No
more games. Nox Ămor agreed, running his hand through Draco�s
hair. Answer my questions and I�ll fade away. I can�t promise
for the next time, this existence is wearing, but for now I will let him
continue.

�Your
word.�

I give my word.

He
had to close his eyes to keep from fainting in relief. �Oh gods, please,
he means the world to me. I�ll destroy, kill, anything�don�t take him
away from me. Please don�t.�

Nox
Ămor pulled Draco close before the boy could fall over, running his hands
across his head and back comfortingly. All of it, beautiful. Why
is he so important to you? Why would you die for him?

�I,
uh� he�s important to me� I care about him.� Draco answered
hesitantly, looking away.

If you�re not willing to speak it, then how can you
expect me to concede? Does his life mean so little to you?

Draco
buried his head into the other�s chest, his cheeks turning pink. �I� I
love him. I�m in love with him, you bastard.�

Nox Ămor nodded, hardly surprised. Why
don�t you want those other things? Power suits you. Riches belong
at your feet, people subjugated to your rule. What is love to that?

Draco
shook his head, his hands tightening into fists. �I don�t�I� I was dead�
Macnair had me� there was no question where it was headed. I gave
up� Everything after that belongs to Harry.� He turned bright eyes
to Nox Ămor. �Even though I knew that an Heir out there needed me,
the instant Harry failed to show up at Hogwarts I realized that he had become
my only actual care. I may have had responsibilities but they would have
always come second to him. I wanted to protect him, help him, save
him. That he somehow caught my heart as well is just circumstance really�
but it makes the aforementioned things quite maddening. If he dies� I
don�t know what I�ll do.�

The way things are going, you won�t have to wonder.
Nox Ămor reminded, not completely unkindly. If he does happen to
live, will you tell him?

Draco
snorted humorlessly, eyes downcast. �No. He�d spaz, probably be
unable to look me in the eye, not to mention freak out every time he�d need to
touch me. I don�t want to have to deal with that. He avoids enough
people as it is. I� I don�t want him to hate me again.�

Nox Ămor sighed, his hand lingering on Draco�s bare
shoulder. He wants to touch you.

��Quiet.�
Draco whispered, unable to ignore what was implied in the simple words.
�You said no more games.�

I
know what I said. Consider this a parting gift. He reached down,
pulling the blonde up by the hips, Draco squeaking in surprise.

�N-No,
you really don�t have to�hell.� He let out a sharp breath when the hands
on his hips moved down, squeezing his ass. Soft lips covered his, gently
urging him to respond, and for the life of him he couldn�t help but kiss back,
tentatively at first, his tongue flickering out to stroke against the more
skilled one.

You need this, dragon. You know you do.

�It�
I�ll be fine.� His protests sounded weak even in his own ears, swallowed
by the mouth plundering his. A hot hand reached between their crushed
bodies and rubbed against his stomach in a hauntingly familiar fashion, before
scratching him shallowly and drawing blood. �Oh, Harry� gods��

I�m going to bite you, Draco. It won�t be enough,
not nearly enough compared to what you need from him, but it�s the best I can
do while in this place. It will hold you over, keep you focused while he
sleeps and your Veela yearns. All right?

Draco
nodded mindlessly, his abdomen contracting and stretching as claws slowly
engraved his flesh in a fiery ritual. ��Anything.�

Good
baby, that�s good. Nox Ămor pulled away from Draco�s trembling
lips, nuzzling into the side of his throat. And after I bite you, I�m
going to touch you the way he�s been wanting to touch you.

�Please��
He gasped, clawing at the back of Nox Ămor�s head.

You�re going to come, beautiful. Your sweet
essence is going to spill all over the bed and your body, and that wonderful
scent is going to waft over to where little Harry sleeps. Do you know how
much he loves that smell, my beautiful dragon? Did you know it makes him
hard?

Draco
moaned incoherently, unable to respond with anything but a broken cry when
teeth suddenly sunk into his neck. The world spun and red pulsed behind his
eyes, his body jerking fitfully. Power shot through him, Harry�s power,
so overpowering he was sure he was going to disappear completely in the raging
energy.

That�s
it� you�re mine. Nox Ămor pulled his mouth away, looking down at
Draco�s distressed face from where he had flipped their position. You�re
mine, Draco.

��H-H-Harry�s��
Draco insisted weakly, his head lolling to the side and back, body arching up.

Mine�
Nox Ămor growled, kissing down Draco�s chest. I may let him
share, if he ever grows a backbone. Until Harry bites you properly you�ll
be mine. I certainly can�t let that monster claim to have you for his
fianc�. The bite will show, even if it�s not a pure claiming. It
will be enough for now. I can�t promise he�ll give you what you really
need, Draco, but this will keep you out of some trouble at least. He
slid his thumbs beneath Draco�s waistband, tugging lightly before slowly moving
his hands to the center and unbuttoning his pants. Smiling at the boy�s
gasp, he licked down, rubbing his nose against the smooth planes of Draco�s
flat stomach.

Have
I mentioned he has a very odd infatuation with your stomach, dragon? Ever
since that night, he dreams of licking it, biting and marking your perfectly
creamy flesh. The silly boy can�t even fully grasp it; I swear he blocks
it out just to spite his own needs. He lifted Draco�s hips, sliding
the fabric of his pants and boxers down. Oh my� He bit into
Draco�s hip, watching precum bead and drip down the boy�s arousal. You
are all Veela, beautiful. Little Harry is going to have a hell of a time
fighting off all the suitors soon to be chasing you.

�Let
go�� Draco whimpered, pushing weakly at Nox Ămor�s shoulders.
Harry�s body or not, he felt anxious about allowing himself to be
touched. Sure Nox Ămor was the Heir and all, and rightfully he was
the only one that Draco was supposed to let, well, do what they were
doing. But Nox Ămor was also a bit of an ass, and Draco really
didn�t like the bastard, and as much as his Veela was begging to finish this,
he just knew that giving in now would somehow cause trouble for him in the
future.

And
maybe, just maybe, he was more than a little apprehensive about where this was
heading all of a sudden.

Hush,
love. Don�t you want to see just how he�ll touch you? He�s thought
about it more than you can imagine, always beginning at your sweet smelling
navel. He continued to lick at Draco�s stomach, his hands following
the flow of his hips and down, tightening around Draco�s thighs
possessively. He kissed down the taunt, trembling flesh, nipping at the
light wiry trail of hair until Draco cried out. Like that?

�I-I�oh��
Draco gripped tightly at the other�s thick tresses. �I want Harry�
please��

Nox
Ămor chuckled. You�re going to have to settle, dragon.
Besides, he won�t be able to give you what you need.

��Don�t
care. I want� I want him.�

He can�t�

�Please��

Rolling
his eyes, Nox Ămor wrapped a hand around Draco�s cock. Draco gasped,
his whole body rising up into the touch. What you want, and what you
need are not the same. You need him to lavish you with attention and sex,
and even if the boy were awake right now, he could only give you part of the
first and none of the second. Your Veela will only take you over without
some sort of release�granted, this isn�t quite the same, but it will have to
do. Watching Draco carefully, he began to slowly move his fist up and
down Draco�s length.

�Wait�just�
please. I� I don�t want this�� Flushed pink, Draco squeezed his eyes
shut, turning his head away from the sight of the familiar boy jerking him
off. Harry was going to kill him. He didn�t know how to explain
such an odd thought, but he felt horribly unfaithful to the boy, especially
since his body was responding so readily. Harry� Harry didn�t even want
him! How would he feel about his body being used to touch him like
this? He� he�d hate him�

Oh,
don�t think of such foolish things, my beautiful dragon. Nox
Ămor chided, pulling up Draco�s troubled form, his hand never pausing from
its gentle ministrations. His sex-drive is a little lacking for a
normal sixteen year old, but he is certainly not blind to your charms. If
he weren�t so bloody noble and na�ve, he would readily be in my place.

�I
don�t�every word you speak is m-misleading.� Draco gritted out, pulling
his face away only to have the other kiss over his cheek and ear, nipping
softly and pulling another low moan from him. ��I hate you.�

Look at me.

�Stop��
Draco gasped as a thumb ran over the head of his cock, his eyes flying open to
meet beautiful, clear green, all traces of gold removed from Nox Ămor�s
stare.

He is still here. He won�t remember, but I can
assure you, he is not repulsed in the slightest by this, or you.

Caught
in Harry�s eyes�and to Draco they were his, even if a greater power was
speaking through them�he allowed his face to be turned. This time he
didn�t resist the kiss, letting himself slowly relax his tense form and be held
close. The hand pinned between their bodies sliding over his length
continued its slow, caring touch, drawing soft moans and hisses from Draco.

Not much longer, love� Why don�t you let those
pretty feathers loose? It will help for later, if you let your Veela have
this now.

Draco
complied with a throaty groan, his body stretching and changing, wings crushed
beneath his back, claws gripping Nox Ămor�s shoulders as he tried to
quicken the unbearable pace with his hips. �Faster� come on��

Now, now, I haven�t had a chance to touch another in
over two thousand years. I refuse to rush� especially with one as
beautiful as you.

�Bastard�!�
Head thrown back, he inched his right leg free and pulled it up, rubbing his
inner thigh against Nox Ămor�s legs. �Gods� I�m going mad�
Please, a little faster�� He gasped, his thigh finding an answering
hardness. He hadn�t expected that. Maybe he should have� He
really didn�t know what to think about it really, considering the boy pinning
him down was in reality an ancient, powerful being that played so many head
games it left him wanting to cry in a corner. He had no idea what Nox
Ămor wanted, and even this was confusing because although obviously
aroused, Nox Ămor made no move to relieve his problem. And what if
he did? How would� would he want�?

You think too much, dragon.

�I
don�t want��

Sighing,
Nox Ămor kissed Draco silent. You are a troublesome
creature. Impervious to riches and power, hypersensitive to touch and in
all accounts Mine, yet you�re stubbornly uncooperative and unresponsive�
Another would find your will an affront.

��Suppose�
I�m lucky� you like me�� Draco panted out, eyes rolling back when the hand
around him tightened. �Gods, yes��

Just
figure that out, beautiful? I thought you were supposed to be quick.

Draco
had a few choice words about lying, deceptive, bastard Heirs, which were
regrettably lost when his neck was possessively bitten once again. The
intense sensation from the teeth, combined with the strong fingers wrapped
around his cock sent him over the edge, and he cried out into the other�s
wonderfully smelling neck.

��Gods,
I hate you.�

Shut up and bask. Nox Ămor murmured
with a smug smile.

Groaning,
Draco complied, really not having enough energy to do anything else. He
ignored the tongue running over his neck, and hands cleaning him up, a stupid
smile stuck on his face as Harry�s perfect, smooth body rested warm and hard
against him, weighing him to the ground. It was so good, he decided to
shut his brain down and just pretend that he was with Harry, and no annoying
deities were butting in. It was heaven.

He�s
going to sleep for a long while� if he doesn�t die. If you start
seeing memories while in this room, then it means he�s gained some sort of
consciousness, but don�t bother trying to force him awake. He needs rest.
Nox Ămor pulled back, rolling off of Draco�s panting form to lie
beside him. Do not call me again.

��Like
I�d even. You�re crappy company.�

Wait
a month and you�ll be begging for my particular company, dragon.

Draco
nodded languidly, knowing it would likely be true. ��Beats Moldywarts, at
least.�

Yeah�
make sure he beats Moldiewarts while you�re at it. It�s embarrassing to
have almost lost one of my Candidates to that beast.

Draco
studied the fading eyes beside him. ��You know, self loathing isn�t
considered healthy.�

Nox
Ămor closed his eyes, smiling wryly. Once you have a small part
of you insisting you continue to suffer through unimaginable pain, while the
rest of you is begging for eternal sleep, then you may be able to
understand. He suddenly grabbed Draco�s arm, grinning dangerously. Goodbye,
my beautiful dragon. Don�t be deluded in thinking you actually won.
Your suffering will be greater than the loss of this world, all at the hands of
Love. Your Veela knows this lesson, but apparently you�re itching to be
crushed by it as well. Believe me, you won�t be disappointed.
That said, he released Draco�s hand, his body shuddering.

Eyes
downcast, Draco watched as Harry�s breathing began to change, wounds slowly
patterning his form as Nox Ămor�s consciousness drained away.

��I
will try, you know, even if you are a complete nutjob. It shouldn�t have
to hurt so much.�

Silence
was his only answer. Draco closed his eyes, easing his way over to nuzzle
up against Harry�s unconscious side, throwing a loose arm over the boy�s
chest. ��Sorry about that, Potter. Hopefully you won�t be too
scarred by the whole thing once you wake up.� Gods he felt good.
Even Harry� eventual freak out and likely dismissal of anything concerning
Draco couldn�t get him down at that moment, which was an obvious sign of just
how much sway his Veela had on him at the moment. Harry would wake up.
He knew it, because there was no way he could feel so good otherwise. The urge
to talk had left him completely, so Draco drifted instead, cocooning Harry in
his blissful dreams.

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