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Unfamiliar Scents	By : alchemicprincess Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters nor am I making a profit from the HP franchise. I do however own, Ariana Star, Xenia, Lydia, Connie, Alexander, Sierra and Silver/Phoenix. Happy reading.

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Part nine: Letter received. (Lucius’s P.O.V)

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There is a gentle breeze blowing in from the north wing, I think it is because I need to get workers in to do some touch ups. I pull my white fleece over coat on and button it up in one slick flick of my wrist. “What in the name of Merlin…” A sharp and quick series of taps on my frosted office window draws my attention. “Mars?” Lifting the latch open on the window I shield my face with one hand as my eagle owl swoops in from the sill out side and lands gracefully on his perch. Upon closer inspection I can see Draco’s seal clearly on the parchment in the letter clasp attached to his leg. Surely my son is just writing to tell me that he has arrived at the school unharmed and is proceeding to search for his mate. But my wife’s presence at my door fills me with both dread and anticipation as she clasps her own letter in her hand and turns a watchful eye on me as I slip the parchment from the clasp and rip the seal open. I feel my heart drop to the floor as I read the first sentence.

~ Father,

               I tried many times to write this letter, but I found the best approach so far has been direct. So here it goes, I have found my mate. Father please understand that to me he is wonderful, caring and beautiful. He doesn’t push boundaries, and he doesn’t do anything that I am uncomfortable with. Father, I want so much for you to come to love him as you say you love me, because unlike you and me he never knew the love of a parent due to the fact that he was orphaned at a very young age.

By now you may know who my mate is, and I can see the look on your face. Despite this I will keep writing. He is unique, and he will bring light to the darkness in this world, in my world. Father, I know this will come as a disappointment to you, but I am happy, I am loved and I am giving my love. Have you put the pieces of the puzzle together? My mate is none other than Dumbledore’s golden boy, Harry Potter. Please try and understand Father. I love him, and he loves me.

                                                                                                                                      Your Son, Draco. ~

I watch as the letter slips from my outstretched fingers, a look of shock and dismay on my face. Narcissa is sitting daintily on the edge of my desk now and her hand shoots out to catch the falling letter before it hits the ground. Her stunning silver blue eyes scan the page quickly before she lowers her hands to her lap. “Well, Lucius. I do believe we need to talk.” My gaze snaps up to her determined features, and I place my hands on the arms of my chair to push myself up. I have but a moment to think of what my master will think, “I will leave you and my former son a sizeable amount of money to get by and you don’t have to concern him with his trust fund, I will sign that over to you in the matter of days.” Narcissa has a resigned look on her face. “Fine Lucius, I will have my portion of the divorce papers signed and dealt with by the end of tomorrow.” Nodding only once I growl and sweep from the room, ignoring my soon to be ex-wife as she bursts into tears. “I’m sorry Narcissa, but my loyalty lies with the Dark lord, and not with trivial things such as family.” This doesn’t help matters, but I didn’t think it would, as now her sobbing is borderline hysterical. “Goodbye Narcissa.” I whisper as I move out of the room to pack my things.

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Part Ten: So that’s it? No more happy families? (Draco's P.O.V.)

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I can’t seem to stop the shaking in my hands as I put the letter I have just received from my mother in my robe pocket. This was something I could deal with; I am a Malfoy after all. Malfoy’s don’t cry. Especially not in public, and currently I am in the great hall supposedly enjoying my lunch. But then why the hell is my lip quivering?! I blink back tears as Harry looks at me, one brow quirked. Oh god, that’s it. I stand and look at Professor Snape, my godfather, he nods at me and I walk slowly to the side door that he uses to get to and from the dungeons from here. Once I am secluded enough, I break down. Tears welling and falling down my cheeks, horribly loud sobs that fill the dank and dimly lit corridor rip forth from my lips.

“Draco? What is it?” I look up at Severus and shake my head signalling my current inability to speak and hold the letter out to him. He reads it with a grave look dawning his face and then shaking lightly, clutches my arm, lifting me up to hold me. “Oh my little dragon, we will get you through this.” He coos softly in my ear. How? How the hell is this going to be ok? But I remain silent. “Come, we’ll wait for Albus in his office, no doubt he and your mate will be there soon enough.” I don’t care; lead the way. And that, like the loyal Godfather he is, he does. With me clinging tightly to his side.

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I curl up onto my chair, pulling my legs under me, and fold my arms so my head is buried in the crook of my elbow; and I sob. It’s too much. The black pain feels so consuming I simply want it to end, why won’t it end? I hear as the door behind me open and Dumbledore steps in quickly, closing it immediately behind him. Looking up, I know my eyes are puffy and my cheeks tear stained but I don’t care right now. “He’s just-” A loud thud and several angry yells signal Harry’s arrival at the door. “-outside. Mr. Malfoy do you wish to talk about this in private first?” I shake my head, wanting Harry here with me. “Merlin let him in. he’ll do himself damage if he keeps that up!” I say croakily. Albus nods simply and opens the door the elderly man moves back just in time to avoid it smacking him square in the face.

“Where is he?” The emerald eyed wonder hisses, glaring at the headmaster. But his eyes fall on me and I break down again, I am ashamed to say what I do next. I hold my arms out to him, like a child. He smiles sadly and lifts me up; he sits down and rocks me gently. “Oh love, what is it?” He smoothes my hair back and keeps rocking. “Mum…” I groan out. “Draco…would you like me to read it out?” Severus asks me as he sits down next to us and the headmaster sits behind the desk. I nod for him to do so, as I gasp for breath against Harry’s neck. Severus unfolds the letter and begins to read.

~ My Darling Draco,

                    It is with a heavy heart that I send this letter. I am ecstatic to find you have your mate, and am even happier to find it is young Harry. You two are a perfect match for one another. But I am the bringer of bad news, upon hearing of your situation; your father left the manor. He has left me the rights to most of what is here, and has also left me a vault in Gringotts. He has left you your trust fund, but he has also left me divorce papers.

His loyalties do not lie with us. I must request you come home for a day or two so that details can be sorted out. Please reply as soon as you have talked to Severus or the headmaster about this. I love you my dragon, I always will.

                                                                                                                                             Your mother ~

I punctuate the end of the letter with a high pitched sob, and I can feel Harry tense up. “He left you and your mother, because I am your mate?” he asks, astonishment clear in his voice. I nod painfully. “Yes, we all know what he is. And he must have blown an artery when he found out you are my mate.” I say, my breath and voice shaky. “You’ll have to leave soon Draco, possibly even now.” Severus says, more so to the headmaster than to me. “I know Sev. I know.” Hesitantly I lift myself from my mate and walk to the fireplace. “Is it alright if I floo there?” I whisper, looking up at Albus, who nods softly and indicates where I could find the floo powder. I take a handful and wait inside the fireplace. Quickly I pull myself together and cast a look at my mate who stares at me longingly. “Well?” I say pointedly, holding my free hand out. The relief on his face makes me smile as he scrambles out of his seat and takes my hand. “We will be back as soon as this...mess is sorted.” I can see the concern for Harry on Albus’s face, and I can see the concern for me on Severus’s, and from the gentle squeeze on the hand that Harry is holding, I think he can see this too. “Good luck to you both.” The old man says as I throw the floo powder down and say ‘Malfoy Manor’.

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We land and I find myself pressed against Harry, who coughs comically and stares at me. It takes a moment for his appearance to sink in and I break out into fits of laughter. His glasses are covered in soot, so the lenses are completely black. “Oh shush you” he hisses playfully, wiping them clean.

“Hello my little dragon.” A soft, tearful voice says from the other side of the room. A quick look up shows me a depressing portrait of my mother, her legs crossed and a handkerchief in her hand. “Mother…I am so sorry…” I rush forward to kneel beside her, my head resting in her lap. Her long patrician fingers run themselves through my hair softly like they used to when I was a child, the movement alone causes me to sniffle. “My darling child, it will be alright. He isn’t here anymore. We can be happy…without his hindrance” I can tell merely from the tenor in her voice that she is severely upset. “We still have each other. And now you have…” She trails off to look at my mate who is still dusting himself off by the fireplace, his actions slightly nervous.

“Oh! Harry, come meet my mother. No doubt you’ll be spending a lot of Christmas’s here now.” At hearing this and my voice, his face splits into a smile and he wanders over, offering my mother a now clean hand. Mother places her hand delicately on his and he bends slightly to kiss her fingertips. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Malfoy.” She laughs lightly and pulls him down to kiss his cheek. “Please dear, don’t be so formal! You may call me Narcissa.” Harry nods and looks around. “How impolite of us. Draco you are excused, please show our guest around. As you have said, no doubt he will need to learn the many winding corridors for the Christmases to come.” She stands and heads towards the opposite door that lead to her chambers. “Then come back for dinner, we have a fair bit to discuss.” I nod and jump up, grabbing Harry’s hand. “Let’s go” I whisper pulling him from the room.

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I don’t bother showing him everything, just the library, a couple of the parlours, the study, Mother’s room and then finally my end of the manor. “Ahh…so this is where the ever proud Draconis Salazar Malfoy resides?” He asks me, leaving me standing stock-still. “What did you call me?!” I exclaim, he chuckles loudly and backs away from me. “What’s wrong Draconis?” He asks me playfully. “Harry!” I laugh and lunge at him causing us to slam up against my door, and I grin mischievously as he leans in to kiss me. I wait until he is an inch away from my lips and turn the doorknob, sending us sprawling on the floor.

Gathering my wits quickly I get up and scamper away from him. “Why you…” He pauses as he realises where we are. The soft silver’s and green’s lifting the room and giving it a supple look. He eyes the four-poster bed, which has my serpent bedspread, the long serpent on the cover sliding to look at us both. I blush heavily as he talks to it in parseltongue. Suddenly he looks over and smiles, walking over he takes my hands and pulls me close. “Now, we are alone.” I grin and bury my face in his shoulder. “And no one to interrupt us.” I shyly add. “And now I can…” He all but screams as Ditsy, one of our house elves pops in to the room.

“Yes Dits?” I ask, laughing at my mate’s state of frustration. “Mrs. Malfoy has sent Ditsy to see Young master Malfoy. She is saying you is to come down to eat now Sirs.” She squeaks, and eyes Harry with caution. “Thank you Dits.” She nods and with a pop is gone again. “Oh hell no, you get your lily white arse back here.” I squeak softly as I am pulled back against my lover…whoa…new word; my arms flying up to his neck as his wrap around my waist. “Now, I believe I was here.” He says softly against my lips, I am so melting…consider me ‘puddle-Dè-Draco’. My breath catches in my throat once more as he pulls away at the last second. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks, concern on his face. Is he kidding?! Growling I pull his face down. “Yes. I want this. Now with out any more interruptions, kiss me.” He smiles down at me with love and lust fighting each other in his gaze. I feel him run the pads of his thumbs under my eyes, and then slowly down my cheeks before leaning down. Our lips press softly together in a closed mouth tentative, feather light touch and I can faintly taste soot as my tongue darts out to wet my lips briefly.

I hear him whimper softly as he leans down again to kiss me, his lips soft and caring. He breaks away panting heavily from the restraint he is using, and nudges my mouth open with the tip of his nose. He never breaks skin contact between us and his mouth presses against mine once more. I feel his tongue slide against mine gently, causing my knees to weaken and me to fall against him. He holds me upright and we continue to kiss heatedly. I am forced to push him away with a soft whine. “Oh Merlin…” I whisper into his neck. “Right” He says clearing his throat, his voice husky. “Shall we go eat?” he asks, moving away. I laugh loudly as his knees buckle slightly, but he catches himself and shoots me a ‘don’t-laugh-it’s-your-fault’ look.

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Silence falls thickly between us as we stroll to the dining room. His hand subconsciously brushes against mine a few times before finally seeking it out; our fingers seem to lock together. “Harry…I didn’t want to say anything earlier. But…you were awfully forgiving of Ariana and the headmaster…” I watch my mate’s face darken and instantly regret saying anything about it. “I haven’t forgiven them, far from it, and I have already shown them my disgust at the fact they both kept me in the dark for so long about this. After I cool down, when we return to the castle I intend on giving them a bigger piece of my mind.” He turns to face me, taking my chin in his hand, his stare sincere enough to burn away my soul. “But right now, I need to be here for you. Where I’ve gained a portion of my family back, albeit secretly, you’ve lost a major part of yours.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I lean into him. “You need me more than anything right now, even if your Malfoy pride gets in the way of saying so.” Smirking I push him away. “Damn right Potter, mate or not I still have my reputation to think of.” A grin spreads over his face and he steps closer, but to his surprise I merely walk away. “No way. I have my dignity to think of scarhead, besides. I do believe mother wanted us for dinner, yes?” Harry looks at me with a bemused expression, but catches me up none the less. “Fine. If that’s how you want to play it ferret face, I’ll go along.” I tilt my head to face him, and see he is smiling.

The doors in front of us open to reveal the large dining room, although I am used to the spacious area it takes Harry off guard and I am forced to steer him to the seat next to my mother. As I sit across from him I see he is still gazing about in wonder. “It’s not polite to have your mouth gaping open Harry.” I whisper playfully across from him, he snaps it shut and smirks. “ Just be glad your mother is here Draco.” He says with a wink. I blush and look at my mother who is staring at us both with an amused look in her eye. “Please! Don’t let me stop you!” She says with a laugh, it brings a smile to my face because I haven’t heard her laugh like that in such a long time. “Excuse us Mistress Malfoy, we is having your dinner ready” I look next to me and see Loli and Jypsi the two dinner elves standing beside me holding a large platter of food. “Thank you dears.” My mother says relieving them of their burden. “Is that all yous will be wanting miss?” Jypsi asks softly, my mother waves her hand dismissively. “Nothing else Jypsi, I will be taking my leave after the meal. And I am positive the boys will be wanting to get to bed.” I almost gape at her last comment, because she is grinning slyly at me.

“No need to look flabbergasted Dragon, You are of age. I understand this…” She stops because I have hidden my face behind a napkin, my mate isn’t helping matters by running his socked foot up and down my thigh. “Stop it both of you! Can we just eat?” I say piling food onto my plate, my mother and mate share a look before doing the same. “So you are leaving then mother? I believe it will be to deal with the divorce and any other papers?” I try and keep my tone calm and uncaring, but I can feel my heart breaking as my mother’s suspended hand shakes slightly. “ Yes Dragon, I will be gone late. So don’t bother waiting for me.” I nod and fill my mouth with steamed vegetables. “You don’t eat meat?” Harry asks through a mouthful of steak. I cringe at the sight, as does my mother. “Don’t talk with your mouthful Harry, and no he doesn’t eat meat. He hasn’t since he was eight.” Harry has the decency to blush and swallow before speaking again. “That’s interesting.” He says rather lamely. “I hate to leave you both, but I would rather get this over with.” My mother, I note she hasn’t touched her food, stands and kisses my forehead. “Be safe Dragon. I will see you both in the morning.” Harry nods to her. “Goodnight Narcissa.” He says gently, and we watch her leave quickly. After five minutes of silence, and Harry wolfing down his food and me not touching anymore of mine, I sigh and click my fingers.

“Is there anything yous be wanting sirs?” Jypsi asks collecting the plates. “No thank you Jypsi, in fact I think we’ll call it a night.” I stand and walk away, leaving my mate and the house elf rather confused.

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“Draco would you wait please?!” I slow my sprint down to a fast walk as Harry joins my side. “What’s wrong love?” He asks, grabbing my shoulder and effectively slowing me right down. “My mother is being torn apart by all this, I don’t blame you Harry, but I can’t help think that if this hadn’t of happened…” I leave the sentence hanging and Harry pulls away from me. “Alright, I can see what you’re saying. I’ll leave…where is the fire place?” I blink back tears of frustration, why does Harry have to pick now to let his dominate pride get in the way?. “ That’s not what I am saying! You have-” I am cut off by the front doors flying open, to reveal the one person I was not planning on seeing. “Father?” I ask quietly as the tall foreboding man advances on us. “Just this once Draconis, I will turn a blind eye on the fact that your little lover is here. Only because I have more pressing matters to tend to. Where is your mother?” I raise my chin higher, proving I am the proud son he brought me up to be. “She is tending to papers at the ministry. I suggest if you want to see her, you go there.” A shadow behind him catches my eye and I look over his shoulder to see the one person Harry isn’t ready to see yet.

“What are you doing here?” Harry demands in a deadly voice that sends shivers down my spine, Ariana approaches us; looking my father up and down with a certain amount of awe. “I came to talk to ‘Cissa, but I see she isn’t here. The headmaster also requests that you return to the castle. Although you are not ready to talk about things, we need to get certain matters out of the way.” She’s done it now, I can literally feel the magic and anger radiating off my mate’s body. “How dare you expect me to leave Draco here alone! Just walk off because Dumbledore thinks he knows what is best for me? Well for once things aren’t about his ‘little golden boy’, for once the situation revolves around someone else.” How romantic, but I’m sorry Harry. I have to keep my pride in front of my father. “I can handle myself. I am not some child that needs a babysitter. You just go ahead and run to Dumbledore. I can take care of things here.” My father watches this with a smirk on his face. “I am assuming you know how to get out? Seeming as how you got in undetected?” I ask Ariana as I stand beside my father. The woman nods signalling that she does. “I won’t leave Draco.” Harry says defiantly, although it is clear to him that he is fighting a losing battle. “Just go, I have things to do. Go back and be the golden boy, go back to your friends. Little baby Malfoy can take of himself.” I turn my back to him, and fight the urge to run and climb into his arms. Never to leave. I have just done the one thing you should never do, I have just insulted my mate’s natural urge to protect me.

“If that is what you want…” Best thing about dominant veela? Is no matter how angry they are at their mate, they do everything and anything their mate asks of them. “I’ll see you back at the school then…” He goes to kiss me goodbye, but I pull away from him, a look of disgust on my face. He is shattered, I can see that, but it is has to be this way right now. I watch him and his godmother leave together, with a very heavy heart. “That was quite a show Draco, why the performance? Not only did you just seemingly reject your mate because of my presence; But you insulted him and dismissed him in one breath.” I turn my icy glare on the loathsome man. “Don’t you lecture me on the laws of the Veela. You do realise that now you and mother have to sign meeting agreements? Otherwise you both die.” My father smirks at me and turns to face the direction of his study. “Very clever Draco, yes I do realise this. Come, we have some things to discuss about your inheritance and your future.” Hesitantly, I follow him.

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For what seems like the fiftieth time, I look at the clock on the mantelpiece in my mother’s drawing room. I am curled up on her large sewing chair, my legs comfortably fitted under me, a glass of scotch in my left hand. “What are you doing up at this ungodly hour Dragon?” I slowly; and drunkenly look up as my mother walks into the room, removes her travelling cloak and sets it on her desk. A low, sad chuckle falls from my lips as I begin. “Where do I start? First of all Lucius showed up, then Harry’s godmother showed up apparently looking for you, then Harry and I fought because I accused him of trying to baby sit me. Then he left, then father and I had a verbal war about my past, present and future, then he left.” I raise my glass and sigh. “Hence I am now sitting in your sewing room, half way to la la land because I have almost polished off one of Lucius’s bottles of fine scotch.” My mother perches herself on the arm of the chair, tears trickling down her delicate cheeks.

“Everything has gone to the proverbial shit house and I’m sitting here almost completely smashed with my head in my mother’s lap. What’s wrong with this picture?” I whisper softly as she leans down to look me dead in the eye. “You should be back at the school, I will owl the headmaster and then call for a carriag. You are in no condition to be travelling by floo, by the time you get there, you’ll hopefully be stone cold sober” she then pulls the glass from my fingertips and sits me up, I only sway once before I right myself. “Right” I attempt to focus on the door as I stagger forward. “Oh dear…” I hear my mother say as I tilt forward and giggle -Damn it, Malfoys not NOT giggle- my way to my room. I shower and dress quickly, stopping briefly to look at myself in the mirror my reflection gives me a smirk and smooths its hair. I find my mother waiting for me by the front doors, and I hope that the fact that I have showered and changed my robes altered the smell that seems to be hanging around me and I at least look decent. “Ready dear? The headmaster said someone will meet you at the gates. It will be about dawn when you get there alright?” I nod at her as she straightens my cloak. “I love you Dragon.” She says soothingly, tears spilling down her cheeks, I pull her against me and hold her tight. “I love you too mum.” Pushing me away she wipes her face clean. “Here’s your carriage, I will speak to you soon. Say hello to Harry for me” Nodding I walk down the steps, climb into the carriage and wave goodbye to her. She waits until I am out of sight before going back inside.

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The abrupt stop of the carriage causes me to wake; I rest my hand on the door and push it open only to see a very tired Gryffindor on the other side. “And before you start berating me about babysitting, Dumbledore thought it best if I came to get you seeing as I needed to ‘cool off’” The first thing I notice is the dark look on his face again. “I see…and you needed to cool off why?” I ask as we begin to walk up the stairs. He grabs my arm to stop me and leads me instead towards the lake. “Because I got pissed at him and Ariana. Should have seen them, they were all ‘this is best for you’ and ‘we are sorry you are hurting, but we love you.’ And I just couldn’t care. Then about three hours after we got back, an owl arrived and Dumbledore told me to meet you at the doors.” I nod slowly, listening to him. Not really hearing him, just glad it was him that came to get me. “Well. We’re here” The nervousness in his voice makes me look up and I gasp loudly. There is a small picnic blanket laid out on the ground, with several red and white roses floating around it, the sun just peeks up over the hills before us setting the most spectacular sight as the pinks and greys mesh together.

“What do you think?” The nervousness is still in his voice; I move closer to him and press my face against the side of his chest, making it so that he has no choice but to put his arm around my shoulder. “I love it, but after the way I yelled at you. After the way I insulted and rejected you in front of my father; I don’t deserve this.” He chuckles and my head rises and falls with his bouncing chest. “What happened to the Malfoy pride huh? You not worthy of something?” He pulls me to the blanket and lies back, so that I can settle back against him. His arms wind themselves around my waist and I mewl happily, still a few hours until any student would arise from their slumber so just for now we can indulge in the moment. “Draco…I know this is sudden, very sudden. But I figured no time like the present.” I drag my gaze away from the beauty of the rising dawn to look up at him. “But I know what I feel, and I was wondering…” He moves his right hand away to bring up a small silver ring, a pattern of Celtic symbols engraved around it.

He holds up my left hand and places the ring at the tip of my wedding finger. “Draconis Salazar Malfoy, will you bond with me in marriage?” I shake slightly, my eyes wide as he slides the ring all the way up. I raise my hand so that the rose and grey colours of dawn play between my fanned fingers. “Harry…I…” before I can get the words out he pulls my face close to his and nibbles at my bottom lip lightly. “Just say you’ll be mine legally…” He whispers against my parted lips. “I will if you stop distracting me.” I say as he teases my lip again. “I will marry you Harry, but not now. Not –right- now anyway…I’m not ready for holy matrimony.” He nods and hugs me tight, placing feather light kisses all over my face. “The fact that you’ve said yes is enough for me.” I laugh as he licks at my neck playfully, I jump up and run, making him chase me. Well, if this was how life wanted to play things out for me, who was I to stop it? ____________________________________________________________________
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