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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Chapter Six – Love Letters
“Come on Harry,” Ginny said when it was just her, Hermione, Harry and Ron sitting in the living room later that evening once everyone else had gone to bed. All three of them had been dying to get all of the details from Harry all day, ever since Draco had delivered him back to the ice cream parlour after their lunch date. However they had been smart enough not to mention anything in front of Molly, who despite knowing about the heritance and the fact that he was an Elven creature was blissfully unaware of anything else that had transpired. She didn’t need to know the inner most workings of her children’s love lives, it would have horrified her if she did.
“We want all of the details,” Hermione insisted eagerly. Even Ron was looking at him imploringly, keen to know what had happened between his best friend and former school boy rival. Harry sighed in defeat, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to get to bed before they knew everything that had happened during their first date.
“Alright, fine, I’ll tell you,” He said with exaggerated exasperation, giving his best friends a loving look. “He took me to a restaurant and we talked, he let me only order desert as well so he gets a lot of bonus points for that. We mainly just talked about the Elven stuff and everything I’d read in that book he gave me. He really wanted to know if any of it was bothering me so that we could talk through it.”
“So are you together now?” Ginny asked curiously. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know the answer, the thought of them together, however hot them making out in her mind looked, it still gave a stab of jealousy in her heart. She had wanted Harry so much when they had first met when he was eleven and she ten. However she could admit that if she couldn’t have him all to herself then she would be content to settle for close friendship and see him happy. Plus she would be sure to make Draco rue the day he ever hurt Harry if that ever happened.
“They’re already on stage two of bonding if that kiss is any indication,” Hermione said knowledgably before Harry could answer. Ron and Ginny both looked highly confused by this however, not having read the book. Before Hermione could launch into a long and complicated explanation however Harry got there first.
“It means that we’re a couple, yes. We want to keep it low key though and no one is to find out about the inheritance, especially the press. We have to be extra careful after that damn Which Wizard article.”
“I knew you were asking for trouble with that,” Hermione tutted at him disapprovingly, “Though I did get you the information you wanted on the wizarding lawyer. He’s the best at what he does, specialising in press relations and family law.”
Harry nodded his thanks to the intelligent witch as Ginny asked; “Do you think Malfoy’s seen that article yet?”
Harry shrugged, “If he did then he didn’t mention it, why?”
“It’s just that Elven creatures are supposedly fiercely jealous creatures, I can’t imagine that he would have been thrilled with you being half naked in the most popular wizarding magazine in the world. I’m surprised he didn’t at lease mention it to you.”
Again Harry shrugged his shoulders, having no explanation to give her. “Ron, you’ve not said a word about any of this, which isn’t like you at all. Are you okay with this?” Harry asked with concern. Everything was new territory for him, he wanted his best friend to be on his side and helping him rather than against him. It would have hurt so much if Ron had decided that he couldn’t handle the thought of him and Draco being together.
Ron looked pensive for a moment before sighing, “I’m just not so sure about this. It is Malfoy after all, the same slimy git that tormented us throughout school. Seamus told us how he reacted when he bumped into you two today. I mean do you really want to put up with that all the time? I get the whole Elven scent thing is drawing you to him and you can’t fight that but there must be other Elven creatures that you can bond with that aren’t Malfoy.”
“Probably,” Harry admitted, “I don’t know but he does something to me and I can’t really explain it. It feels like I need him to breathe. I know how that sounds but it’s the only way to explain it to you,” Harry said, watching Ron with keen eyes. He knew that his best friend had never liked the Malfoy family and with good reason too. Harry really didn’t want this to cause a rift between the two of them, the war was over, Narcissa and Draco had been acquitted by the Ministry of Magic and Lucius had been imprisoned in Azkaban. He loved Ron too much to lose him over a guy no matter how gorgeous and kissable said guy was.
“Honestly Harry, I don’t like the bloke, he’s an arrogant arse in my opinion but you like him. For that reason and that reason only and because after everything we’ve been through I trust your judgement, I’m willing to give him a chance. If he so much as upsets you once though, I’ll kill him,” Ron said with a distracted look on his face as if he was imagining doing just that.
Harry grinned appreciatively at Ron, “I’ll be sure to let him know,” He said with a smile.
“I think that its safe to say that that warning can be issued from all of us here,” Hermione added and Ginny nodded enthusiastically. Harry couldn’t help but smile, he loved his friends more than words could describe and the best thing was he felt the exact same way about each of them.
HPDM
“How did it go today dear one?” Narcissa asked conversationally over dinner that evening. As usual it was just the two of them sat at the twelve seat dinning suite. The cavernous room always felt so cold and empty, even with the fire roaring in the grate, crackling into the silence merrily.
“It went well,” Draco responded vaguely as he cut a small portion of chicken and placed it delicately in his mouth. One look from his mother told him that he was not going to get away with such a non-committal answer to her question. “We talked, we have decided to become a couple and take things slowly. Until he turned eighteen he had no clue that creature inheritance was even a possibility and he has no relationship experience whatsoever so I do not begrudge him wanting to take our relationship slowly, in fact I would be more concerned if he wanted to rush into it given his innocence.”
“It will be a challenge to protect him from others you realise. A submissive Elven male is rare enough but if he is as pure as you suggest then there will be other dominants and they will be keen to take him from you. If you do not bond with him then others will have every right to try and claim him first,” Narcissa said, she was deeply concerned for her son, not wishing to see him hurt over this. She was of the strong belief that Harry Potter was not worth the hassle that he was likely to cause, however she wasn’t about to voice this opinion aloud to her son.
“Once we are at school he will be protected enough to make my life easier and until then he is staying with the Weasley’s. No one will be able to touch him there.”
“Hogwarts may not be as safe for Potter as you think my Dragon,” She said with mounting concern. There was no one more important than her son to her, she had put her own life on the line during the great battle of Hogwarts to ensure that he was safe. Lying to the Dark Lord had put everything she held dear at risk but she had done it to save her son. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to protect him.
“Why, what do you know mother?” Draco asked with worry, he had been counting on the school being safe so that he could concentrate on his studies and revision for his exams without occupying his thoughts with whether Harry was safe.
“I received a letter from Tilly this morning,” She said.
“Blaise’s mother?” Draco questioned.
“Yes, she was practically gushing about her eighth husband but she did mention in passing that Blaise has come into his own inheritance. Elven blood apparently from his father’s side of the family. She was so very proud of it.”
“Blaise Zabini is Elven?” Draco asked in disbelief, “How is that possible, I thought all of this creature inheritance stuff was meant to be rare!”
“Dragon dear, do use your common sense, normally having the right circumstances for creature inheritance after it being absent from the family lines for so long is indeed rare, however given the fact that there are extenuating circumstances, for example a war where many people lost their lives, the fear and the heartache might well have triggered the dormant creature genes to activate. That is when a rarity becomes slightly more commonplace.”
Draco pondered this for a moment, tensing at the thought of another dominant Elven being at Hogwarts with them while he and Harry remained un-bonded. It wasn’t something he had foreseen happening but then he had never been very good at Divination. “Do you know how many others there will be?” He asked his mother fearfully.
“Sorry dear one, Tilly and I are old friends as you know, which is why she felt comfortable telling me about Blaise. No one else would so easily divulge such information without due cause. It is after all a rather personal family matter if it happens or not.”
Draco sighed in defeat, putting his cutlery down, decidedly no longer hungry. Apparently this situation with Harry wasn’t going to be as simple or as easy as he had first thought. Going back to Hogwarts had at first been a wondrous thought but not it was tainted with dread of what he would find there. The thought of several other Elven having recently come into their inheritance and all of them vying for Harry’s attentions in varying degrees was not something he was going to be able to cope with well, not when he wanted Harry all to himself.
HPDM
The next morning Harry was awoken by a sharp tapping of a beak to glass as an owl knocked against his window somewhat impatiently, waiting to gain access. Squinting at the sunlight streaming into his room he recognized a handsome black eagle owl that belonged to the Malfoy family. Not once in his life had he got out of bed so quickly, not even when his Aunt had began hammering on his cupboard door, demanding that he cook breakfast and quickly or he be punished for his disobediance.
Opening the window the majestic bird swept inside gracefully, dropping the letter it had been carrying on to the bed without landing before gliding out side again without waiting for any sort of acknowledgement that it had done its job or wanting a treat for the trouble. Even their pets oozed with Malfoy elegance and grace it seemed.
With his heart in his throat he took the letter in his shaking hands, his nerves getting the better of him. The envelope was sealed with the grand Malfoy coat of arms in green wax, all looking very important and official. Trembling, Harry removed the parchment from its envelope, carefully unfolding it to discover a rather cordial invite for dinner on August 5th. Just two days from now. Tucked within it however was a much more personal note from Draco, it was written in his beautifully italic scrawl that caused Harry’s heart to give a little flutter.
Harry,

I did so enjoy our lunch yesterday. I hope I did not overload you with information. In the spirit of getting to know one another I propose that we tell each other something, however insignificant it might be, in every letter we write to each other. I will go first. Everyone believes that my favourite colour is green but is in actual fact silver. I look forward to your response and even more seeing you in two days time.

Draco
Harry smiled as he read the letter for the third time. He loved the idea of sharing small scraps of information about each other so that they could get to know one another better. The only problem was he had no idea what secret or scrap of information he could give in return. He could have always followed suit and respond with his own favourite colour but he wanted to shared something else to show willing. Finally he grabbed his quill and some parchment and began to write.
Draco,

Lunch yesterday was amazing, even with all the new information. I can’t wait to see you for dinner. What should I wear? Also in the spirit of getting to know each other, which I think is a brilliant idea by the way, I’m going to tell you something that not even Ron and Hermione know about me. When I was eleven the sorting hat tried to put me in Slytherin but I begged it to put me in any other house because at such a young age I believed what I had been told and that all Slytherin’s were evil. It finally chose Gryffindor (obviously).

Harry
He felt a little ashamed that he had no fancy wax seal to close the envelope with. Maybe one day he would be able to legitimately use the Malfoy seal. He had to shake himself out of that ridiculous day dream very quickly. They had only been on the one date. Harry blamed his run away thoughts fully on his Elven nature, he was getting way too ahead of himself if he was already thinking of marrying Draco and taking his last name too.
Holding out the envelope to Padfoot who had nestled on the top of the wardrobe after a night out hunting, Harry told him where to go and then watched as the gorgeous animal flew gracefully out of the window to deliver its letter.
HPDM
After lunch Harry offered to help Molly with the clear up as he was desperate to talk to her. Ron and Ginny were eager to go and play Quidditch and Harry urged them on, promising to catch them up when he was done. Hermione followed the two youngest Weasley children out the back door as they headed for the clearing in the woodland behind the house that was used for flying. Ron and Ginny were both carrying their broomsticks whereas Hermione was laden down with several books on varying subjects for their coming year at Hogwarts which made Harry smile.
“Molly,” Harry said tentatively as they cleared the plates from the table, “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course Harry dear, what is it?” She asked kindly as she waved her wand towards the sink where the dishes began to do themselves before turning to her adopted son to give him her undivided attention. Though under her gaze Harry became increasingly more nervous until Molly had to force him to sit down, take a deep breath and tell her what was bothering him.
“I have a boyfriend,” Harry blurted out suddenly taking Molly by surprise, regardless she smiled at him.
“That’s wonderful Harry dear, why were you so worried about telling me that? Does he know about your inheritance?” She asked, still smiling tenderly at him.
“Yes,” Harry said truthfully, “He’s actually Elven, like me, he came into his inheritance this summer too, just over a month before me.”
“Oh that’s wonderful news, I’ll have to meet this young man of course,” She declared happily which had been exactly what Harry had been hoping she would say.
“Well he’s invited me to go to dinner in a couple of days with his family. I was hoping to invite him here for dinner the week after, before we go back to school. You guys are all the family I have and it’s important to me that he comes here. I hope that’s okay,” Harry said in a rush.
“Of course it’s alright, don’t be so silly. You’re like a son to me, you may as well be family with everything you’ve done for us over the years. Of course he can come here for dinner, I want to make sure he’s going to treat you right,” She said ruffling his already messy hair fondly, but carefully avoiding his over sensitive Elven ears.
“Thank you so much,” Harry said hugging her, “This means everything to me,” Molly was always happy to hold her children, she loved Harry dearly, she knew how much pain and heartache the poor child had gone through growing up and was always amazed at how kind he was despite it all, the boy had once of the biggest hearts she had ever known and it worried her that it might get damaged or broken. If she had had her way then she would have kept them all locked away, safe from harm but it was too late for that. They were all war heroes now and were publically recognized as such. She could only hope to protect them from anymore heartache because none of them deserved anymore.
“So come on, tell me, who is the lucky young man who has stolen your affections?” Molly asked, beaming at him as they separated from their hug.
“It’s Draco Malfoy,” He told her and wasn’t at all surprised to see her look a little shocked at this revelation. However she kept her composure remarkably well, he was very impressed considering the bad blood between the two families.
“Well, it isn’t who I was expecting but nonetheless I look forward to meeting him. Just let me know when you want him to come over,” She said to him, still smiling but the pride and happiness behind it was absent. He knew it would take a while to get used to the idea and Harry didn’t begrudge her this at all.
HPDM
With Hermione watching them from the shade of an old oak tree, her feet firmly on the ground and staying that way, Harry, Ron and Ginny played a mini version of Quidditch with just the Quaffle and the snitch.
It felt exhilarating to fly, the wind in his hair, the sun making his skin shimmer gold as he ducked and weaved, searching out the little golden ball. His new eye sight making it a lot easier to catch glimpses of gold as the snitch flittered around the pitch in an attempt to evade capture but it was no match for him now. Harry would never get tired of this. He simply loved being outside, whatever the weather but summer was his favourite time of year without question.
With his new, improved, Elven eyes he could see so much clearer, the scents of the summer filling his nostrils as he took deep, greedy lungful’s of fresh air. He found that without his glasses to hinder him everything seemed so vibrant and alive. Harry could have remained up here all day if he hadn’t caught sight of the familiar eagle owl winging its way toward him, a letter clutched in its talons.
The envelope was dropped in his out stretched hands, his heart rate picking up as he clutched it between shaking fingers, anxious to read what Draco had written. He had not expected another response so soon, he’d thought that he wouldn’t hear from Draco again until the following day. His adrenaline spiked as he removed the letter, still hovering high up in the air on his firebolt, way above Ron and Ginny who were still playing on, having not noticed that Harry had stopped. He remained balancing rather precariously as he unfolded the parchment and began to scan the contents.
Harry

Don’t worry over dinner, dress smart but casual, no dress robes required. I cannot believe you were almost a Slytherin, though I must say that it does explain a lot. My newest confession to you it that I have a slight obsession with muggle sweets, specifically skittles. I will never admit this to anyone else and if you tell anyone I will adamantly deny all knowledge of your delusional ramblings. What have you been doing today? I have been helping mother organise fathers study, very dull work.

Draco
Harry had laughed so hard at the part about Draco being obsessed with skittles that he had almost fallen off his broom. He vowed that before they went back to school Harry would buy him some. He found it adorable that Draco would have a inkling towards muggle sweets when his own father had been so against anything remotely muggle related. His laughing fit however had drawn the attention of Ron and Ginny who now noticed that he was far too engrossed in his letter to be playing Quidditch with them. They were now both giving him very strange looks as they flew closer to him.
“Whose that from?” Ron asked as he and his sister flew up towards Harry, concerned about how close he had come to toppling off his broom.
“I didn’t recognize the owl, “Ginny mused, “I don’t think it was one from Hogwarts, I bet it’s from Malfoy,” She said and the two siblings watched triumphantly as a rosy blush covered Harry’s cheeks. “It is from him isn’t it,” She jeered in celebration.
“So what if it is,” Harry said a little defensively as he folded the letter up and put it in his pocket. It felt far too personal to share, he didn’t want to break the trust Draco had in him by showing this letter to his friends, it was for him and him alone and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.
“You’re getting love notes from him already?” Ron asked incredulously as he rolled his eyes towards his sister who sniggered in amusement. They did so like to tease Harry, seeing him so loved up and embarrassed was beyond cute. It was hard to believe that this was the world famous teenager that had destroyed the Dark Lord and now he was blushing over a guy and a love letter.
“Aw, I think that’s so cute,” Ginny said, barely able to control her laughter now. Harry, having had enough of his friends teasing, though knowing it was all in good fun, took off towards the ground, dismounting gracefully beside Hermione, a move that had taken a lot of practice considering he was naturally clumsy.
The witch who had had her nose buried deep within a book looked up in surprise at seeing Harry back on the ground. “The game finished?” She asked. She had hoped that she would have been able to get some more reading done, these games usually lasted for hours longer seeing as Harry, Ron and Ginny were all obsessed with the sport.
“Harry got a love letter from Malfoy,” Ginny said as she landed beside the two of them, Ron not far behind.
“Aw,” Hermione said much like Ginny had and much to the annoyance of Harry who had been hoping for at least one of his friends to show some maturity. Apparently this was not going to happen. “Can we see it?” She asked.
“No,” Harry snapped at them, “It’s personal and so what if we’re writing to each other, it’s nice. We’re trying to get to know each other.” He knew that he sounded defensive and he felt that he had every right to be. He knew that they weren’t going to quit teasing him over this but he couldn’t help his reaction to it. He was partly just glad that they were teasing and not hating him for it. It was probably the only reason why he was putting up with it, he knew their reactions could have been a lot worse.
“It’s so sweet,” Ginny said dreamily, Ron just snorted.
“Leave him be,” Hermione scolded the two siblings, “It’s good that he’s happy,” She added with a smile.
“Thank you Mione,” Harry said leaning down to give her a quick peck to the cheek. He appreciated her support, especially when facing the two red heads, who, when they teamed up together, could be quite a force to be reckoned with.
“So are you going to write back?” Hermione asked him eagerly.
Harry nodded in response, “I think I might go and do that now,” He said as he took off towards the Burrow, letter in his pocket and broom still clutched in one hand.
HPDM
Draco

I’ve been playing Quidditch with Ron and Ginny today, nothing exciting, just making the most of the sunshine while its out. I never realised how much I love being outside until recently. I can’t say that I envy your day, though it would have been nice to see you, even if it was only to do the cleaning. As for your confession to me, I swear not to tell a soul but I do think it’s very cute. I’ve never tried skittles myself, you’ll have to introduce me to them. I’ve thought long and hard about what to share with you and I came up with this: I had no idea that there was any such thing as magic, wizards or even Hogwarts until Hagrid broke down the door on my eleventh birthday and handed me my letter. I met you for the first time later that day. It is not a day I have ever forgotten.

Harry
Draco read the almost illegible scrawl several times over. He too remembered the first time they had met in Madame Malkins robes for all occasions. The memory itself made him cringe in horror and regret, he had been snobbish and cruel when he was eleven years old, it was no wonder that Harry had refused to be his friend when they had met again on the Hogwarts express on September first.
He regretted that day more than any other, except perhaps the day his father had forced him to accept the Dark Mark. He had so many regrets about the things he had done in the past, he’d spent many hours hating himself for them too, wondering how he could have done things differently that wouldn’t have put his mother or his own life in danger. When he had come into his inheritance on the 5th June he had sworn that this would be a new start for him. His father was in Azkaban and couldn’t force him to do anything anymore and good riddance to him, Draco had been glad to see him sent to that place, he only wished the Dementors had remained as guards, it would have served him right for everything that he had done.
He had no one to order him around or tell him what to do, who to hate or who to follow or even how to live his life. It gave Draco a great thrill to think that Lucius’ reaction would be to his only son and heir becoming a half breed Elven creature and then choosing Harry Potter as his mate. It would be bad enough for his father to know that he was gay, which he strongly disapproved of, however he was also dating the boy-who-lived-twice which would only add fuel to the fire. To know that they were both Elven would be priceless. Draco was aware that he would never get his father’s approval but he found that he didn’t care, he would be with Harry either way.
He was trying not to think too hard about the whole Blaise situation, preferring not to try and predict the trouble he could cause, reading the future was not one of his talents and it only seemed to cause unnecessary worrying. He would deal with that when he had to and in any way he deemed necessary to keep Harry safe. It mattered very little to Draco that he had been friends with Blaise since they were babies in swaddling blankets, Harry was more important.
Crossing his bedroom to his desk Draco sat down in his plush green chair, quill in hand as he began to compose his reply to Harry. He was to glad that he had suggested that they tell each other things like this, he did so enjoy Harry’s little confessions and didn’t mind divulging his own in return either. The rather timid Gryffindor had been tentative and unsure of himself over lunch so Draco was hesitant to suggest another date like that, especially when they had two family dinners forthcoming in the next two weeks. No, this was a much easier way of talking without their nerves or uncertainties getting in the way. At least until they got to know each other a little better and became more comfortable in one another’s company this was perfect.
Harry

Being outside is the most natural thing for our kind, full Elven creatures spend all of their time outdoors. When we get back to Hogwarts we will have to go flying together, I do so love to watch you fly, I never once missed one of your Quidditch matches in school. As for your comment about me being cute, I am adamant that such a phrase could never be associated with a Malfoy. I could never be cute, though I will let you get away with it just this once.

Coming on to your confession, I knew that you had been raised by muggles but I had no idea that you had never known about your wizarding parentage. I feel awful about that day in Diagon Alley. Perhaps we can talk about our childhoods together face to face as I fear it would be too much to put into writing for the both of us. I have never forgotten our first encounter or our second, in fact I remember them all and regret most. I wish things could have been different, that I hadn’t listened to my father and bent so easily to his will.

Now, what to tell you? I could keep it simple and tell you how much I despise broccoli or even how much I adore chocolate milk but I doubt that that would thrill you. So how about this, and I can tell you that no one else knows this about me as I keep it a well-guarded secret. I love to draw and I’m not too terrible at it either. One day I might just have to show you.

Draco
Draco folded up the parchment, putting it carefully into an envelope and sealing it with a flick of his wand. They had been corresponding all day and it felt so natural, it was easy. Harry was perfect and Draco knew it. He padded over to the dresser where the family owl was perched, waiting silently and patiently for her orders.
He allowed the creature to take the letter into its talons before petting her fondly, whispered who to go to and where he would be. He then watched as she took flight, wanting nothing more than to be able to go with her and to see Harry again. There was a dull ache in his chest that reminded him constantly of how much he missed his Gryffindor. It wouldn’t be too much longer now though and they would see each other again.
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