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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70637 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Well this chapter came together pretty quickly, so here you go guys, chapter 6
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, likely sexual content in later chapters; for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 16/01/2015)

Draco did not want to be found. He was sitting in the spare bedroom of his and Harry's rooms, in the hope that Harry wouldn't think to look for him there. It seemed like it should be a good hiding place; neither of them had really been in there at all since they had moved in, until now. He had his back up against the headboard of the little bed, his knees bent up to his chest and his head in his hands, looking the very height of self-pity; this was not normally something he would permit himself to feel, let alone show.
At his feet was a piece of parchment full of his father's annoyingly elegant scrawl; it was the first communication he had had from the man since Harry had come into his inheritance. Until now, he had somehow managed to push all thoughts of his father to the back of his mind.
Draco had become so good at pretending that his father hadn't given him orders, hadn't summoned him into his office over the summer and demanded that he do horrible, unthinkable things. He knew that his father had received such orders from his insane master, from the Dark Lord, that Lucius would be punished if these things didn't happen, but Draco just couldn't be part of it.
It had taken all the courage that Draco had been able to muster, but he had told his father as much, that there was no way he would do those things. Lucius had, of course, been furious, but Draco had hurried from the room and left Lucius to figure out what excuses to tell the Dark Lord.
Draco had almost dared hope that his father had accepted his refusal, but knew it had been foolish to believe such a thing when Lucius came to his room and made the same demands again the next day. They had fought over it during the following days and weeks, both of their Malfoy masks crumbling as they yelled and screamed along corridors in the Manor; Lucius determined to bring his son into line and Draco unable to comply.
His mother had wisely not commented on it to either of them, actively avoiding them both whenever their arguments broke out. Though it was unclear to Draco whether this was because she was uninterested; simply did not want to be stuck between them; or was genuinely pre-occupied elsewhere at the time. He suspected that it was a combination of them all.
Draco had not really wanted to defy his father; that was not how he had been raised and, more than that, he simply loved his family despite their many faults and dubious choices. However it was not possible for him to do the things his father had asked of him; Erotes were creatures of love, affection and emotion, and, as such, his Erote brain would not allow him to do the things his father expected of him.
If Draco had thought bowing to his father's, and Lord Voldemort's, demands had been impossible before, then it was nothing compared to now, given his bonding with Harry. And yet, here was a letter from his father demanding a response and an update on his progress, as though he had agreed to his father's orders and had been putting plans into action.
He picked up the letter again, and started to read it through once more, his heart aching at the thought of the threats and warnings it contained.
'Draco,
I trust that this letter finds you in good health.
It has been too long since you last took the time to correspond with me; but I feel sure I can count on you to remedy the defect now it has been pointed out to you. I am going to choose to ignore your insolent behaviour towards me during the holiday in the hope that you have done as instructed and are progressing in your appointed task.
Failure to do so could very well lead to a far more difficult situation not only for you but also for your mother and myself. I am quite sure you wish no harm to come to your mother and therefore will heed this warning; I expect a confirmation of your actions to date by return owl.
You have one week; failure to respond will leave me with no choice but to come and speak with you in person. I would hate to have to bring you home.
Do NOT disappoint me.
Your Father,
Lucius Malfoy.'
'Do not disappoint me'? Draco sighed to himself. He rather thought that it was a bit too late for that. It was highly improbable that Lucius would consider his son getting knocked up by Harry Potter something to be proud of, even if Draco secretly kind of was. From the moment it had really sunk in that he was mated to Harry, that they were going to be a family, he had known it might cost him his parents; he supposed he had known it on some level since he had come into his inheritance on his sixteenth birthday.
But that was the other problem; he and Harry had been doing such a great job of completely avoiding the topic of the Dark Lord and the war, knowing it was going to be complicated. Now, though, it seemed that they were finally going to have to talk about the war and their places in it, and the letter gave Draco something of a deadline on that front; he had to speak with Harry before Lucius showed up at Hogwarts.
Draco hoped that Harry really did trust him, that his mate had come to know him well enough in recent weeks that he wouldn't believe that Draco would side with his father or the Dark Lord. The blond was scared though, and knew he was going to have to trust Harry to keep both of them, and their unborn child, safe through the storm that was fast approaching.
-#-
"Oh, there you are," Harry said with a smile, from where he was sat on the sofa as he noticed Draco coming out of the small bedroom. "You left breakfast in such a hurry. We were worried about you, didn't know where you'd gone..."
"Harry, we should talk," Draco interrupted, sounding nervous. He had spend the last half an hour trying to talk himself into having this conversation, knowing that the longer he put it off the more anxious he was going to be.
Putting the book he had been reading down on the table, Harry turned to give Draco his full attention, spotting the blond's red, puffy eyes. "Have you been crying? What happened?" he asked, suddenly feeling worried for his mate as he jumped up and quickly went to Draco.
Harry opened his arms, and wrapped the blond up securely in them; Draco leaned his head on Harry's shoulder, as the taller boy pressed a small kiss to the top of his hair. The blond sighed in contentment, as he felt the brush of Harry's wings against his own; he hadn't even seen his mate pull them out, but somehow being surrounded that curtain of green feathers made him breathe easier.
"I got a letter," Draco said quietly, continuing to lean against Harry as he raised the hand which was holding the parchment, to show it to Harry, who just looked confused. "It is from my father," he clarified.
Harry tensed. "Oh..." he said slowly, "I'm not going to like this am I?" He hadn't really considered what Draco's parents might have to say about their relationship.
"Probably not," Draco admitted with a sigh before looking up at Harry; even in the shadows cast by the huge feathers around them, he could see the concern in his eyes. "Can we sit down?"
"Sure," Harry agreed, unwrapping his wings from around them, pulling them back in with a little effort. He held out his hand, which Draco took and lead him the few feet to their sofa, pulling the blond against his side when they sat down.
"Can I read it?" Harry asked hesitantly; he was burning with curiosity to know what Lucius Malfoy had to say to Draco. The blond didn't even need to think before he handed over the letter and Harry couldn't help but smile at this display of complete trust.
Harry braced himself, worried about what the letter could contain to have made Draco so upset, and read quickly; Draco watched as Harry's brow became more and more creased in what looked to be annoyance.
"What has he asked you to do, Draco?" Harry asked as calmly as he could few minutes later when he had read it through a couple of times. He was genuinely quite concerned about what it might be that Lucius had asked Draco to do.
"He... You-know-who ordered him to get me to... " Draco started to say, but he lost his nerve. He bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath trying to calm himself; Harry was still watching him patiently and Draco did want to tell him the truth, but if was more difficult than he had anticipated. "He instructed me to kill Dumbledore," he admitted quietly, but at the look of complete horror on Harry's face he hurried on. "But I told him I couldn't, that I wouldn't. He was so angry and I hid from him for most of the summer... but..."
"Your Erote would never let you kill," Harry said, a confused frown on his face. He hadn't yet managed to read many of the books Hermione had brought to their room, but that was something that he had seen a few references to and seemed to be one of the better known facts about Erotes; it made very little sense to him that Lucius would expect something so impossible of Draco. But a few seconds later it dawned on him."He doesn't know what you are, does he?"
Draco shook his head. "He has no idea. I don't think telling him would have ended well for me," he explained sadly. There had been many times in those first few months that he wished he had been able to go to his parents for support, but he hadn't dared.
"And so he still believes you will try to kill Dumbledore?" Harry asked slowly; he was glad that Draco had come to him about this but they were going have to think carefully about how they were going to manage the situation. They both knew that Lucius Malfoy wasn't a man to mess with.
Draco nodded; he had done everything he could think of to make it clear to his father that he was never going to try and kill Dumbledore, but it was evident from the letter than the man hadn't listened. "Honestly Harry," Draco said a little sadly, cuddling into his mate's side, as though Harry might be able to protect him from the very thought, "if I wasn't an Erote or bonded with you..."
"You would have done it?" Harry asked looking slightly sick. He didn't want to believe that.
"I wouldn't have wanted to," Draco insisted, looking at Harry with wide apologetic eyes, begging him to understand. "I mean they are my parents; my father might have brought this upon himself, but my mother was never given a choice." Draco was starting to look hysterical again. "Who knows what the Dark Lord will do to them."
"Hey, hey... calm down," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco. He wasn't happy that, under different circumstances, Draco might have actually tried to do what his father had asked, even though he did kind of understand, but there was no point dwelling on things that would never be and even less point arguing over them.
"I'm sorry," Draco said earnestly; he wasn't entirely sure what he was apologising for, but he felt he needed to and he was glad he had, when he felt Harry hold onto him a little tighter. "I don't know what I am going to tell my father," he said after a few moments, hoping that Harry would be able to come up with some kind of plan.
"We'll figure it out," Harry promised, as his eyes scanned the letter again. "In the meantime we wait; Lucius Malfoy can think what he wants but he will not be taking you anywhere."
Draco nodded gratefully; not only would he not want to be parted from Harry now, he also would never trust his father with the safety of their unborn child. "What about my mother?" Draco asked, giving Harry a pleading look.
"I don't know, Draco," Harry told him, "but if you think there is a chance she will take your side over your father's, then we should probably talk to Dumbledore; we need to get her somewhere safe before your father shows up here and you have to show that your loyalties are not with him." Harry gave him a small smile; he genuinely hoped that they could help Draco's mother.
"This is dangerous, Harry," Draco pointed out. "If it is known, even within the school, that I am loyal to you..."
"Draco, dear," Harry said with an amused smirk, "do you not think it was slightly obvious, to everyone, that you were loyal to me when you started sticking your tongue down my throat on a regular basis?" he asked, looking decidedly smug.
Draco scowled, trying to look annoyed, but the amusement in his eyes made him fall short. "Well I suppose you have a point," he admitted. "However, there is a difference between being seen with you and refusing my father. I am sure at least some are assuming that I am manipulating you, or vice versa," Draco pointed out, nervously biting his lip.
"Stop that," Harry said, leaning in and kissing Draco softly in an attempt to save the lip from further abuse. "It will be okay, trust me. I wouldn't let anything happen to my family, either of you," he promised, placing a hand gently on Draco's belly.
"I trust you," Draco told him seriously, placing his own hands over Harry's. "I put our lives in your hands."
-#-
"Professor!" Harry called out after Dumbledore, as he saw the headmaster leaving the Great Hall at breakfast the next day. "Professor Dumbledore!"
The old man turned around and smiled at the dark haired teen, who was jogging to catch up with him, managing to do so near the doors to the Great Hall. "Harry, is there something I can do for you, my boy?" he asked jovially.
"Yes, sir," Harry said, smiling in return. "Though it might be better if we talked somewhere a bit more... private." There was no one else close to them at that moment, but it would be far too easy for someone to overhear them if they happened to enter or leave the hall.
"Very well," Dumbledore said with a nod. "Is this something you would like to discuss now, before classes begin, or would a longer conversation this evening be preferable?"
Harry thought for a moment; he had planned to just speak with Dumbledore quickly, find out if there was anything he could do for Narcissa, but now he was thinking that a proper conversation might be a good idea. "I am not sure, sir, but maybe this evening would be better. Draco will probably want to join us too, if you don't mind."
"Not at all, my boy," the headmaster said, giving him another smile. "This is, as they say, your party."
"Thank you, sir," Harry said, feeling a bit awkward just standing there in the doorway to the Great Hall with the old man, with nothing more to say to each other. "I am just going to go finish my breakfast now," he said, gesturing towards the Gryffindor table rather vaguely, as though the man wouldn't know where he meant.
"As you wish, Harry," Dumbledore said, still smiling genially, as he gave Harry a small nod and left the hall.
Harry shook his head in amusement as he headed back to the table; Dumbledore might be a genius but really he was also very strange. Hermione gave Harry a questioning look as he sat back down in his seat next to her.
"What was that about, mate?" Ron asked bluntly.
"Just arranging to meet Dumbledore this evening; Draco and I have something we want to talk to him about," Harry told them with a shrug; as much as he trusted his two best friends, this was really Draco's business and, at least until they had a plan, it would be best to keep it that way. "Not now, okay?" Harry added when neither of his best friends dropped their curious expressions.
Finally appeased, it seemed, at least for a short while, Hermione returned to the book she was reading. Ron took a moment longer, which he spent looking at Harry with concern before he returned his attention to the food in front of his. Harry almost chuckled with fond amusement; sometimes the pair of them were just too predictable.
-#-
"So what did Dumbledore say?" Draco asked Harry in a whisper, as he joined him at their desk in the potions classroom just in time for Snape to start the lesson.
"I have a meeting with him at the end of the day," Harry informed him quietly under his breath, not wanting Snape to realise that they were talking over his introduction to the lesson. "I told him you might be joining us. Are you?"
Draco nodded. "I would like to," he answered, giving Harry a warm smile. He really felt he wanted to be involved in any plans that Harry and the headmaster might make, given that Harry was his family now; particularly if those plans were regarding what they could do for his mother. As much as he trusted Harry, this was not something he wanted his mate to deal with without him.
"Good," Harry said, smiling back and leaning just a little closer to Draco. "You left early this morning," he added, his eye fixed on the front of the room, making a point of pretending to listen to whatever Snape was saying. "Missed our morning kisses," he added glancing at Draco quickly, with a smirk and a wink.
Draco kicked him gently in the shin under the table. "I went to show Pansy and Blaise the letter." After talking with Harry about it the previous day, he had decided to be open with his two best friends about what was going on, knowing that he was likely going to need all the support he could get.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking worried, not even bothering to pretending to pay attention to the professor now.
"Yes, I'm fine," Draco assure him, rolling his eyes at Harry's over-protectiveness. "I am sure I can manage until lunch without your magic, Harry."
"I meant about the letter and everything," Harry said with a tone of exasperation, he didn't think that going over it all again with Pansy and Blaise could have been easy for the blond. "But that too," he added, realising that they really hadn't shared much energy that day. Harry nudged him with his knee. "Just let me know if you are feeling tired, okay?" he requested, not wanting Draco to get too run down.
Draco rolled his eyes affectionately again, but then gave Harry a small nod. He had grown accustomed to having the energy that their morning kisses and cuddles gave him, and he was definitely feeling a lot more drained than he was used to. He was okay for the moment, but he was probably going to need a few moments alone with his mate before they went to their next class.
"So what is the next step we must take, Mr Potter?" Snape asked, knowing full well that Harry and Draco had been far too busy talking to each other to pay the slightest bit of attention to anything he had said so far.
"I don't know," Harry admitted, looking bashful as several other students turned to look his way, and Snape's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Sorry, sir," he added, and he had to force himself to keep a straight face, as he could see Draco smirking slightly beside him, probably knowing exactly what the answer was despite the conversation they had been carrying on.
"Indeed, perhaps you should spend a little more time listening to your professors and less time corrupting your Slytherin classmates," Snape sneered at Harry, before turning his stern gaze to Draco, who blushed furiously. "That way when you do attempt to brew this potion you might stand some chance of not blowing us all up," he went on, as several students tried to hide their own amusement at Harry and Draco having been caught not paying attention.
Luckily for Harry it was only a theory lesson, preparing them for the next class, and he would have plenty of time before the practical to catch up on the bits that he had missed; hopefully Draco would agree to help him with that. The two of them had mostly stuck to each doing their homework in their own common rooms, with their own friends, but Draco was particularly good at potions and Harry knew from past experience that he could definitely use some more expert guidance, like that which Draco would likely be able to offer.
The two of them did try to pay more attention to what Snape was telling them now though, because they did at least need to know what it was they were going to be expected to know how to brew in the next class; not to mention that Snape was watching them like a hawk.
-#-
About an hour into the lesson when they were all making notes from the textbook, Harry nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt the bare toes of one of Draco's feet creeping up the bottom of his trousers, to rub against one of his legs. Harry had to bite his lip to keep from making a noise of surprise and, not daring to speak in the almost completely silent classroom, he settled for giving Draco a questioning look but the second he looked over at his mate he could see the exhaustion written all over the blond's face.
Harry sighed, realising that despite Draco reassurances earlier, the blond wasn't going to make it to lunch without a transfer of some of his magic energy; Draco looked half ready to fall asleep already. Nervously, Harry glanced towards the front of the room to where Snape was sat behind his desk leaning over a stack of papers.
Looking around to make sure that none of their classmates were looking their way, Harry kicked off one of his shoes and sock; teasingly he ran his toes over Draco's, earning himself a pleased sigh from the boy next to him. It was surprisingly difficult to keep making notes about the reactions between different ingredients when Draco was so good at finding surprisingly sensual ways to play footsie; at one point Harry had to actually bite his lip to stop a moan from escaping, resting his forehead against the desk.
"Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy..." Snape was suddenly right behind them, leaning forward to practically whisper in their ears, making both sit up very straight and still; Harry almost laughed when Draco's toes grip his in a show of support.
"I sincerely hope you are not playing inappropriate games under the table during my lesson," the potion master said slowly, his voice dangerously quiet.
"No, Sir," Harry said quickly, but promptly realised that lying to Snape was most likely a very bad idea. "Well,... yes, sir...," he correct himself. "I mean, we were, but..." he tried to explain.
"I have very little patience for your ramblings today, Mr Potter," Snape interrupted, his arms crossed over his chest as he straightened up and narrowed his eyes at the pair of them.
"I needed Harry's magic energy, sir," Draco told the potions master calmly, turning on his seat to face Snape. "I was feeling so drained that I was about to fall asleep and this was the only way I could keep going. I rather thought you would find this to be the lesser of two evils," the blond said seriously, an innocent expression on his face as he looked Snape in the eye, "the alternative being Harry pinning me to the nearest surface sticking his tongue down my throat."
Harry had no idea how Draco had managed to say that with a straight face when he was practically choking on the air he was attempting to breathe just from having heard Draco say it; Harry was torn between wanting to laugh as Draco's sheer nerve and being seriously concerned about what Snape might do now. The Potions master didn't seem to coping any better than Harry, though, and was currently staring at Draco's softly smiling face in disbelief.
"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy..." Snape said firmly after a few long moments; the potion master sighed, seeming to need to brace himself for what he was about to say. "You are excused for five minutes; I suggest you make very good use of that time and ensure that when you return there is no evidence of any activities which would require me to remove house points... from either of you. Do not make me regret this," he added through clenched teeth.
Nodding, and not wanting to give Snape a chance to change his mind, both Harry and Draco quickly got up from their seats, each grabbing their removed shoe and sock before hurrying for the door at the back of the room. The pair of them got some rather confused looks from the other students as they hurried out of the class room together, both with one shoe off and one shoe on.
Only Hermione and Pansy seemed to have worked out what had happened, the two girls both looking highly amused as they whispered explanations to Ron and Blaise respectively. Ron made a kind of strangled 'eep' noise before nearly falling off his chair, looking from Hermione to the two boys heading for the door.
The idea of what Snape had caught Harry and Draco doing was just too much for Blaise however, and he seemed unable to help himself when he burst out laughing; though he hastily clamped a hand over his mouth a second later. "Sorry, sir," he said quickly, through his barely restrained laughter, before the potions master could reprimand him.
"I believe you all have work to be doing," Snape snapped impatiently, his eyes narrowed at Blaise in particular, before sweeping over the other students too. "Anyone who does not complete today's work to my satisfaction will be considered to have volunteered as a test subject for the practical lesson."
This was a very effective threat and it was almost miraculous how focused the sixth year Gryffindor and Slytherins suddenly were.
-#-
Draco had barely managed to close the door to the potions room behind them before Harry's lips were on his, in a desperate and powerful kiss, both of them dropping their removed shoes and socks to the floor, forgotten. He could feel the pressure on his wings, as they were squashed against the door as Harry pressed their bodies close together, but his mind was completely focused on his mate.
A shadow fell over them as Harry displayed his own wings, splaying them out behind and above them in a show of power that make Draco actually feel a little heady; but, at the same time, there were tingles of the magical energy transfer spreading through Draco's body, making him feel more alert than he had since entering the potions lab an hour earlier.
The blond sighed happily as Harry's tongue gently moved over his own, pushing all conscious thought from his head and encouraging him to submit to the pleasure his mate could give him. Harry separated their lips, nibbling teasingly at Draco's jaw; the blond felt like he was getting weak at the knees as his fingers threaded into Harry's hair, the two of them pressing their bodies against each other's.
Draco's knees were never given a chance to fail him, however, because Harry quickly had his hands had worked their way down the smaller boy's body, and were now gripping firmly on the backs of Draco's thighs. Picking the blond up with surprising ease, Harry pinned him against the door using his body.
"Harry," Draco mumbled a little breathlessly against Harry lips, the words muffled into their kiss. When Harry eased up on the kiss and looked at his curiously, Draco tried speaking again. "Harry, we shouldn't be doing this against the door to the potions lab," he pointed out, amusement dancing in his eyes. "That is just asking for trouble."
Harry pulled back slightly, though still keeping careful hold of his mate, and looked puzzled for a moment. Until Draco's words seemed to sink in and he glanced at the door, which was half hidden by purple wings; his eyes widened as he realised exactly what they were both leaning against. "Oh..." he said slowly.
Draco unthreaded his fingers from Harry's hair, and wrapped his arms around his mate's neck for support and gave him his trademark Malfoy smirk. "Well, don't you think you should find an alternative surface to molest me against?" Draco asked with a wink.
Harry rolled his eyes but never the less picked Draco up and moved them a few meters down the corridor, pinning his mate to the wall there. Wasting no time, Harry went back to trying to make sure Draco was incapable of speech. The blond, however, was giving as good as he was getting and soon Harry was unable to keep himself from pressing the hardening bulge in his trousers against Draco's hip.
Draco broke their kiss with a quiet groan, tipping his head back against the wall, as he felt his own trousers tightening in response. "Harry..." he gasped out, his fingers gripping tightly to his mate's shoulders as he relished the heady buzz of Harry's magic flowing through him. Harry took advantage of Draco's position and broken their kiss to start nibbling the blond's exposed neck gently, alternating between that and pressing kisses to the pale skin.
"Harry... we have to stop...." Draco gasped out, but it was the least convincing request Harry had ever heard him make and he could tell that the blond was no more keen on stopping than he was; however, at least a small part of his brain knew that Draco was right and so he reluctantly tried to calm himself. "I am sure we have already been gone at least a few minutes and if we keep going..." Draco said, sounding slightly out of breath but definitely smiling. "Well I just don't want the first time we remember doing this to be in the potions corridor," he added, his smile twisting into a smirk.
Harry rested his head on the wall over Draco's shoulder, the cold of the stone helping to take the edge off the aroused flush of his body. "Yeah, I know," he said slowly, catching his breath. He definitely agreed that the first time they decided to take things further should be special, not some quick romp in a corridor.
"Harry," Draco said affectionately, holding back a chuckle.
"Yes, Draco?" Harry asked, his forehead still resting against the stone wall of the dungeons.
"You can put me down now," Draco pointed out, wiggling his hips a little, and smirking as Harry pulled back to look at him curiously.
"What?" Harry mumbled, before realising that he still had Draco pinned to the wall. "Oh... OH! Right, sorry," he added quickly and Draco chuckled as Harry carefully lowered him to the floor. Harry withdrew his wings, willing them away as he made sure that Draco was stable on his feet, despite the blond trying to shrug him off, before taking a step back.
Both boys looked each other over and laughed; it was obvious what the pair of them had been up to, and so they started to straighten their clothing as best they could, including fetching their missing shoes and putting them back on. Draco used a quick spell to straighten and tidy his own hair and then, noticing the mess Harry's was in, made a quick attempt to tidy his too; though he gave up in almost record time.
"We best get back," Harry said, though the way he was looking at Draco made it obvious that his brain was supplying several other suggestions that he would much rather be doing.
"Yeah, let me just find an image horrible enough to get rid of this," Draco said with a sigh, indicating his obviously tented trousers.
"Erm.... McGonagall naked?" Harry suggested with a laugh, but as the image popped into his mind he suddenly looked rather nauseated, though it did definitely reduce his own problem.
"Yeah, that will probably do it, thanks...." Draco said, though he didn't sound particularly sincere with his gratitude; Harry wouldn't hold it against him though, given that he wanted that image out of his head too. "Well at least it worked; but did you have to think of something quite that bad?" Draco asked with an exaggerated sigh.
"Could have suggested naked Dumbledore instead," Harry told him with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders. "Is that better or worse?" he asked, taking Draco's hand in his own, as pulling him closer.
Draco shuddered. "I am not really sure, but at least we don't have to sit through a meeting with McGonagall this evening," he pointed out.
"That's a good point," Harry said with a laugh. He gave Draco a chaste kiss, and started to lead them back to class before they ended up being late; the last thing either of them needed was detention from Snape.
Snape pointedly ignored them as they re-entered the classroom and made their way back to their desk; Harry and Draco followed the professor's lead on that front, and they, in turn, deliberately didn't look at any of their friends. Hermione, however, took a second to look over her shoulder and share a knowing smirk with Pansy; they were going to have so much fun teasing Harry and Draco about this.
-#-
As expected, Hermione and Pansy had both taken great joy in spending all day teasing both boys about the morning’s potions lesson. Neither Harry or Draco took it personally but it was still with some relief that they were each able to excuse themselves after dinner to go speak with the headmaster.
"Harry, Draco," Dumbledore greeted fondly as the two boys entered his office; he waved his hand at the two seats he had arranged for them, and Harry promptly sat down, Draco taking the seat on his right a second later. "How are you both getting along?" the headmaster asked, leaning forward to peer at them over his large desk, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.
Harry glanced over at Draco, an affectionate look in his eyes. "We are getting better," Harry told him, the blond nodding his agreement to that sentiment. "It is a lot less weird than it was in the beginning, sir. We have actually grown rather fond of each other," he added and caught sight of Draco rolling his eyes.
"But there is a matter you wished to discuss with me?" the old man asked, watching the pair of them curiously.
Harry gestured for his mate to take the lead, this was really Draco's conversation, and he was just there for support. "It's about my mother," Draco explained. "We need to get her somewhere safe and we were really hoping you could help."
"Really?" Dumbledore asked curiously, watching the blond with narrowed eyes, as though trying to figure out what they were up to. "Is there something you wish to tell me, Draco?"
Draco shifted nervously in his chair and looked down to avoid the twinkling eyes of the headmaster, which he was sure would be fixed on him at that moment. "My father asked me to do some things," he explained, "terrible things, which I refused to do."
"I see," the headmaster said slowly, nodding his head in understanding. "I am assuming these things were not originally your father's idea."
Draco looked up and gave Dumbledore a shy smile. They all knew what wasn't being said, for it was no secret that Lucius Malfoy was in Voldemort's pocket, even if many Ministry officials refused to accept the truth of it. Draco had always been grateful for his father's sway with people in the past, when it had kept the Malfoy family in good stead, but now he knew it was going to make getting out from under his father's thumb all the more difficult.
"Well, I am very glad to hear you are not blindly following your father, Draco," Dumbledore said seriously, with what seemed to be earnest pride in his voice; he had hoped that Harry might be able to bring Draco over to their side, but this had been quicker even than he had hoped. "Though I suspect that your refusal is the reason you believe your mother may be in need of our assistance?"
Draco nodded and reached over to grip Harry's hand, needing his mate's support. Harry gave him an encouraging smile and squeezed his hand; it wasn't going to be easy, but he wasn't having to manage anything alone.
"I will speak with our potions master," Dumbledore promised with a nod of his head. "I am sure he will be able to get a message to Narcissa without drawing too much attention."
"Snape?" Harry asked incredulously, scrunching up his nose in distaste. He wanted to see Draco's mother protected, and he just wasn't at all sure they could trust Snape to make that happen. "Sir, are you sure...?"
"Harry," Dumbledore interrupted very sternly. "I trust Professor Snape completely and I ask that you do the same. I am not asking you to like him."
Harry snorted; the 'that's good because that will never happen.' was left unsaid.
"Draco, I am very proud of the decision you have made," Dumbledore told the blond seriously. "I am aware how difficult this must be for you and I promised that we shall do all we can to keep you and your family safe."
"Thank you, sir," Draco said, with a dip of his head. "And it might have been a difficult decision before but now... everything is different. My parents aren't the only family I have to consider," Draco explained, giving Harry a slightly sad smile.
Dumbledore didn't say anything more but just nodded his head slightly in acceptance of Draco's words. Harry got to his feet, and gave the headmaster a grateful smile; he pulled his pensive-looking mate to his feet too and the two of them took their leave.
"Do you really think they will be able to get my mother to somewhere safe?" Draco asked in little more than a whisper as he and Harry exited the office.
"I think between Dumbledore and Snape they will do everything they can to get her to a safe location," Harry said honestly. He still didn't trust Snape, but he trusted Dumbledore to handle the potions master. "It'll be okay, you'll see," he assured the blond, leaning down give Draco a chaste kiss, wanting to remind his mate that neither of them were alone anymore.

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deno, Nari-chan, ChaosLady, Diana, Jan, Kayla - Thank you all, hope you enjoyed this chapter.
blj.14 - In this story I see many of the pureblood and old wizarding families as intolerant of anything that isn't 'normal' in their view; be that muggleborns or creature blood. Add to that, that Erotes are creatures that thrive on emotions (particularly love), and will avoid acts of true darkness, they may be seen as weak. We will get there with the pregnancy but I am pretty sure you will get that romance and lemons first (probably chapter 8). I will let you decide what you think about Lucius, as we are only a chapter away from that now. Ginny is a bit deluded and obsessive about Harry but she is a good person really and just needs a new obsession ;)
dark-huntressmoony - thank you, and we are getting there, lemons probably in chapter 8.
RandomGuy - Thank you for your offer, I have someone else who volunteered very quickly at the moment, but if that falls through I will let you know.
jujukitty - Indeed, I loved the teachers reactions, and of course, Draco is very good at getting what he wants.
Hollibell - I am going to work up to Blaise and Ginny, it will not be a sudden thing, even if I haven't worked out all the details yet. I know I love the little make out sessions they are having everywhere, I imagine you probably enjoyed the potions class scene in this chapter ;) I agree they aren't ready yet, but they are definitely getting there.
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