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The Dragon Queen\'s Chosen	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Queen
The following morning was a different experience for Harry. He awoke to Draco gently stroking his face and kissing his forehead. He smiled and opened his eyes slowly to look up at the lovely Slytherin.
"Good morning," he said softly.
"Good morning," Draco replied just as softly leaning up onto his elbow to study Harry. "How did you sleep?" he asked.
"Better, thank you," Harry replied.
"No nightmares?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head, "Not this time. How about you, did you sleep well?" he asked in return.
"Well yes, I had this gorgeous Gryffindor sleeping beside me so my dreams were very pleasant," Draco replied with a grin.
Harry chuckled. "Glad to be of assistance," he replied.
Draco chuckled back before trailing off and giving Harry an adoring smile. "I'm really glad you're here," he confessed softly.
"So am I," Harry admitted.
They shared a smile for a few moments before Draco spoke once more. "So, what would you like to do today?" he asked.
Harry thought about it for a moment before replying. "Lie in bed all day and stare at you," he replied, smiling as Draco grinned.
"I like that idea," he replied reaching out to stroke Harry's hair gently.
Their gazes locked and Harry was drawn into the lovely, gunmetal depths of Draco's eyes like he had been so often over the last few days, only this time he didn't have to look away.
"Draco," he said the other boys name quietly.
"Mmm," Draco replied just as quietly.
"How the hell did you get to be so pretty?" he asked without thinking.
Draco laughed quietly and leant forward to kiss Harry gently. "Probably the same way you got to be so damn adorable," he replied.
They were sharing a smile when there was a quiet knock on the door and they both looked toward it with a curious frown.
"Come in," Draco called and Elsie popped into the room.
"Begging the master's pardon but a letter had arrived for you," the elf informed Draco handing the young Slytherin a letter. Draco thanked her and asked her to prepare breakfast before unfolding the letter to see what it said.
"Oh, it's from Mr Alonzo," he told Harry after a few moments. "He'll be over in an hour with your present."
"Oh, okay," Harry replied disappointed that their quiet morning in bed had been interrupted.
Draco smiled understandingly and put the letter on the bedside table before taking Harry's hands gently in his. "Tell you what, how about we have breakfast, have a shower, get dressed and go down to see Mr Alonzo. We'll get your present and as soon as he's gone again we'll head outside, lie out on the grass in the shade and stare at each other for the rest of the day out there. How does that sound?" he asked.
Harry smiled and nodded. "I like it," he agreed as Elsie appeared with their breakfast.
XX
An hour later on the dot Elsie was knocking on the door once more and announcing the arrival of Mr Alonzo. Harry finished with his hair and met Draco back out in the bedroom before they headed downstairs together. They reached the bottom and froze.
Alonzo was standing in the middle of the main room surrounded on all sides by clothing racks full of clothes.
Before he could stop it Harry's mouth had dropped open and he was gaping like a goldfish. "Um…" he began but couldn't find the words to finish the sentence.
"No this isn't the surprise," Draco answered at least one of the questions currently floating through his mind. The young Slytherin moved forward and stared around him in shock before turning to face the smiling Mr Alonzo. "Um…good morning, Alonzo," he greeted as politely as he could. "What is all this?" he asked.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Mr Alonzo replied excitedly. "I know young Mr Potter hasn't agreed to allow me to create his wardrobe but I was so absorbed in the idea that I couldn't see anything else until it was done, so, I did it. What do you think?" he asked Draco.
"It's not what I think that matters, Alonzo," Draco replied eyeing the clothing warily.
"Of course not." Alonzo rushed forward and grabbed Harry's hand pulling him forward. "What do you think, Mr Potter?"
Harry was still too shocked to do more than stare at the insanely large amount of clothing in front of him. "Um…well…"
"Look at that, he's speechless, how wonderful!" Alonzo all but squealed.
"Um…" Harry turned to Draco and the other boy looked back at him sympathetically. How was he supposed to tell Alonzo he'd probably never wear half of the stuff the man had brought over? He and Draco shared a look for a few more moments before Harry finally found his voice. "They're all lovely, Mr Alonzo but um…I'm not sure I'll even have a chance to wear half of this stuff…I mean I'm still in school and we don't get to go out all that much-"
"Oh not to worry there, Mr Potter, you're attached to a Malfoy now, there will be plenty of occasions for you to wear these things I'm sure," Alonzo interrupted him with a gleeful smile.
Harry felt himself blush and he looked away. Was that what he was now, attached to a Malfoy? The very idea thrilled him and frightened him in equal measure. He was struggling to think of something to say when Draco saved him.
"The clothes are all very lovely, Alonzo. Why don't you give Harry a chance to look over them? He can decide what he wants to keep and we'll send the rest back to you all right?" the young Malfoy suggested although Harry could tell that behind that suggestion sat an order only an idiot would ignore.
Mr Alonzo was apparently not an idiot. "Yes, yes, absolutely, I will go and allow you to peruse my creations," he conceded heading toward the door. "I hope you will consider every piece, I designed them all specifically for your colouring." He reached the door and turned back. "Oh and Mr Potter's present is on the chaise, Mr Malfoy, I took the liberty of having it wrapped for you. I designed a matching one for you; it's wrapped in tissue paper beneath Mr Potter's. I shall hear from you soon I hope. Remember, all the items I brought over today are yours to keep free of charge since I went ahead without your approval, Mr Potter. If you ever need me to design anything else I will be more than happy to do so. Have a lovely day," he called out at last and slipped outside.
For a moment the receiving room of Malfoy manor was completely silent as Harry continued to contemplate what Mr Alonzo had said about him and Draco. It was soon broken by Draco's sigh of defeat.
"Mr Alonzo never quite knows when to quit I'm afraid, I'm sorry he did this without your permission," the young Malfoy said softly moving over to Harry's side and brushing his hair back from his face. He must have seen the blush currently colouring Harry's cheeks because he paused and asked Harry what was wrong.
Harry looked up into the other boy's concerned grey eyes for a moment before looking away once more. "Nothing," he lied not knowing how to explain what he was thinking.
Draco studied him for another few moments before pulling Harry into his arms. Harry cuddled into the Slytherin, pressing his face to the other boy's shoulder and allowing Draco's lovely, calming scent to wash over him.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked once more, pressing a kiss to Harry's hair.
"Nothing I'm fine," Harry replied, allowing himself to sink deeper into the Slytherin's arms, and this time he wasn't lying. He felt good, wonderful in fact, aside from the whole shock of Mr Alonzo showing up with more clothes than Harry had ever seen in his lifetime he was more content that he'd ever been. For the first time in his life he felt like he belonged…which was really saying something since he was in Malfoy manor and had never expected to be there at all let alone feel like he belonged there. Still, there was something he should get sorted out now so he didn't get his hopes up for no reason.
"Am I attached to a Malfoy, Draco?" he asked quietly.
He felt Draco tense and for a moment Harry was worried that the other boy was going to pull away from him.
"Do you want to be?" The Slytherin's question took him by surprise but he knew his answer.
"Yes."
"Then yes, you are attached to a Malfoy. How are you feeling about that?" Draco asked.
"Good, really good, happy," Harry replied. "As long as that Malfoy is you of course," he added with a grin.
Draco chuckled. "Well I hardly imagined you'd want to be attached to one of my parents," he replied jovially.
"Oh I don't know…" Harry began only to be cut off by Draco slapping him lightly on the arm.
"Not funny, Potter," the Slytherin scolded but his voice was soft and adoring.
Harry chuckled back and brought his face across to press into Draco's neck. "Yeah but you like me all the same," he retorted kissing the soft skin his lips found before Draco could respond.
The Slytherin trembled slightly, taking a deep, slightly shaky breath and releasing it before bringing one of his hands up to Harry's chin. He drew Harry's face up and gazed into his eyes for a moment before bringing their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss.
Harry reciprocated immediately bringing his hands up to slide into Draco's lovely, platinum hair.
They broke apart after a few moments and Draco pressed his forehead gently against Harry's. "What do you want to do now, sweetheart?" he asked softly. "Do you want to sort through all this now or head outside like we were planning and come back to it later?"
Harry thought about it for a moment. On one hand he really wanted to go through it all now and get it sorted so he didn't have to worry about it again. On the other hand he would really like to just go outside and lie down in the shade with Draco for a while. It was a toss-up, what did he want to do? He finally conceded that it would be better to get his all sorted now so he could enjoy his afternoon and with a sigh he turned to face the mountainous pile of clothing in front of him.
"Let's get this sorted now, then I can have you all to myself for the afternoon," he replied to Draco's question.
The young Malfoy gave him a sympathetic smile and lead him over to the racks to begin sorting through it all.
XX
Several hours later and a very tired Harry was finally done with his sorting. In the end he'd been surprised by how many of the clothes Alonzo had created for him that he might actually have some use for.
He smiled as he watched Draco directing Elsie and the other house elves to either send the clothing back or put it away in his cupboard upstairs. He'd been amazingly patient with the whole experience and very helpful when it came to deciding what Harry should and shouldn't keep. He had to admit, if it weren't for Draco being there with him he probably would have given up on the whole thing before he'd even made it through one garment.
As Draco finished giving out directions to his elves Harry headed over to the Slytherin and slid his arms around his waist pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. "Thank you," he whispered softly. "That would have been a nightmare without your help."
He was marvelling at how wonderful it felt to be able to hold the blonde like that when Draco turned in his arms and wrapped his own around Harry in return.
"You're welcome, although you really shouldn't be thanking me since it's my fault you were in that situation to begin with," he replied softly leaning down to kiss Harry gently on the forehead. "I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay," Harry replied quietly cuddling into the other boy. "As much as it wasn't my favourite way to spend a morning at least I got to spend it with you. Besides, now we have all afternoon to spend together, outside, under the trees."
"We do at that," Draco agreed. "Before we do though there's something I want to give you." He said pulling out of Harry's grasp and taking his hand. He lead him over to the couch and picked up the gift he'd asked Alonzo to create for Harry which was still where the other man had left it, wrapped up in lovely, gold paper. He handed it to Harry with a small, slightly nervous smile. "I hope you like it," he said quietly.
Harry returned his smile, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks. He moved over to the couch and sat down with the present in his lap. He waited for Draco to sit down beside him and pulled gently at the paper, not wanting to rip it too badly when it looked like it probably cost a lot of money. At last the paper fell away and Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he pulled the garment out and studied it carefully.
It was a long, black cloak, perfectly tailored in soft, rich, fabric with a long hood and long, slightly billowing sleeves. The inside was lined with the red, satin fabric Alonzo had asked him to choose that first day and the front was held together by… Harry just stopped and stared at the golden clasp he now cradled in his hands.
Tears filled his eyes and he blinked a few times trying to clear them before he looked up at Draco who was watching him nervously. "This…this is…my family crest," Harry said quietly.
Draco nodded, "I found it in a book a little while ago and I asked a jeweller to make it while Alonzo was designing the cloak," the Slytherin explained softly. "Do you like it?"
Harry looked down at the cloak and the clasp in his hands before looking back up at the young Malfoy with a watery smile and nodding. "Yes, I really do. Thank you, Draco, so much, it's beautiful and this…" he trailed off looking down at the clasp once more. "Thank you…I…really don't know what else to say," he finished, a tear finally escaping his eyes.
Draco smiled softly and reached out to catch the tear before it reached Harry's jaw. "You're welcome," he replied stroking Harry's face gently. "I know you never really got to be part of the Potter family but everyone should have something that reminds them of who they are and where they've come from. I imagine there's probably a lot you don't know about your family, there's a few books in the library that have information about them if you want to know more. I can show you if you like," he offered.
Harry nodded, 'I'd like that," he replied with a smile before suddenly realising Draco had said something that didn't quite compute. "You have a library?" he asked curiosity momentarily pushing aside the tears.
Draco chuckled, "Yes we do," he replied. "Quite a large one actually, the door to it is at the end of the corridor my work room is in."
"Huh, I didn't notice," Harry replied thinking back to the time he'd spent in the hallway up until this point and trying to remember if he had ever seen a door down there. He really couldn't remember seeing one, but then again he couldn't remember seeing the end of the corridor either.
"You wouldn't have noticed you haven't been near the end of the corridor yet. You seem to be forgetting just how large the manor is, Harry, that corridor goes on for quite a while before it gets to the end," Draco explained. "Do you want to see it?" he asked moving to stand up.
Harry caught his arm before he could go far and pulled him back down beside him. "Not just now," Harry replied sliding over so he was right next to the blonde. "We already have plans for this afternoon, remember? Besides, you haven't opened your cloak up yet and I'd like to see it," he added nodding toward the wrapped bundle on the other side of the Slytherin.
Draco smiled and reached over to pick up the bundle. He unwrapped the parcel and pulled his cloak out, smiling as he took in the detail. It was a lot like Harry's only with slightly different stitching and a different cut to accommodate the young Malfoy's body shape. The lining was green rather than red and the clasp at the front was the Malfoy family symbol in white gold rather than yellow.
He looked over at Harry and smiled, "We match…well, almost," he said softly. "They're just different enough not to look matching if we wear them at the same time, Alonso's good like that. Come on, stand up, I want to see it on you," he directed climbing to his feet and pulling Harry up with him.
Harry chuckled at the other boy's enthusiasm and undid the cloak. He pulled it on and settled it on his shoulders before doing up the clasp and looking at Draco once more. "What do you think?" he asked.
Draco smiled, "Gorgeous," he complimented walking around Harry so he could view it from all angles. "You look wonderful," he finished as he reached the front of Harry once more.
"Your turn," Harry instructed indicating Draco's cloak.
The young Malfoy complied standing up straight for Harry's examination when he was done. "Well, Mr Potter?" he asked.
Harry studied the other boy for a moment. "You're sickening," he decided after a few moments a smile spreading across his face as he remembered that the other boy was his now. "I don't know how you manage to look so perfect in everything but it's not fair and I think you should tell me your secret," he ordered.
Draco chuckled at him and moved forward to envelop Harry in his arms. "You're far more perfect than I am, Harry Potter, you just don't realise it yet," he whispered pressing his lips to Harry's before he had a chance to argue.
Harry melted into the kiss, sliding his arms around Draco's neck and pulling himself closer. When they broke apart a few moments later Draco smiled adoringly down at Harry and brought their foreheads together.
"Ready for our afternoon outside?" he asked softly.
Harry nodded and allowed Draco to take his hand and lead him outside.
The pair spent the afternoon lying, cuddled up together, on a blanket Draco seemed to pull out of nowhere, enjoying the rare sunlight. They watched the sunset together before heading inside for a lovely dinner which they ate by candlelight before heading to bed. Draco did his normal reading while Harry fell asleep and he was vaguely aware of Draco turning the light off and snuggling up beside him before consciousness left him completely.
"Harry…Harry," the voice called to him quietly and he opened his eyes to find himself standing in a large, dark room, the only light source being two torches on either side of a large throne which sat on a raised dais in front of him. He couldn't see anything else; however he could hear the quiet breathing of something he guessed was quite large coming from somewhere nearby. A strange, magical energy he'd never encountered filled the room and an old and powerful presence surrounded him. He should have been afraid but somehow he wasn't, whatever was nearby he knew it didn't want to hurt him.
"Who's there?" he asked softly knowing he would be heard.
"Harry Potter, I have to admit I wass wondering when you'd be closse enough for me to speak with you like thiss," A sibilant, female voice spoke from behind him. "Admittedly you have been closse enough for a few dayss now but I wanted to give you time to ssettle in to the manor and for you and Draco to ssort out your issuess before we sspoke."
Harry heard footsteps behind him and he turned to see a figure approaching from what appeared to be a set of stairs off to the right of the dark room. As she got closer he studied her appearance and was somehow not at all surprised to find that her face looked almost reptilian in appearance. She stopped in front of him and a smile ghosted across her features.
"Hello, young prince, it is a pleassure to have you among uss at last. My name is Draca and I have been waiting a long time for you," she explained.
Harry returned her smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady," he returned her greeting not sure how he knew the correct way to address the woman standing before him but trusting his instincts.
"Do you know who I am young prince?" the woman asked.
Harry thought about it and in mere moments the answer came to his head. "You're the queen," he replied.
Draca smiled once more. "That I am, young prince and I have a very important job for you to do. Will you accept it?" she asked.
He didn't know what she wanted him to do but he also knew it didn't matter. She was the queen; he would do whatever she asked. "Of course, Lady," he replied without hesitation.
Draca smiled once more. "I am glad to see that you trusst me, young prince, that trusst is going to be important in the times that are sswiftly approaching," Draca explained moving toward the throne. "You are one of our chossen, Harry, we did what we had to in order to enssure you would be born into thiss world, at thiss time and would find your way here to uss when you were ssupposed to. You are a very important young man, prince, and you have an important role to play in what iss to come. You have fulfilled part of that role already by finding your way to uss and forging your relationsship with Draco, we are mosst proud of you both for having the sstrength to overcome your passt."
"Thank you, Lady," Harry replied with a smile. He was pleased that she was happy with him and doubly pleased himself with where his relationship with Draco was heading.
"When you wake sshortly you must assk Draco to explain the hisstory of the blood to you before bringing you to ssee me. He will know that I have sspoken to you and will mosst likely be quite pleassed with thiss turn of events," Draca explained.
Harry nodded. "I will ask, Lady," he assured the queen.
Draca nodded, "Then I will leave you now. Goodnight, Harry, I will ssee you in the morning," she said and suddenly the room disappeared from Harry's view.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Draco who was still asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around Harry. He thought about letting the other boy sleep for a while longer but he was desperate for answers. What was the blood? Where was Draca? And how did he know who she was? He knew without question that it hadn't just been a dream. Again he wasn't sure how he knew he just knew.
Leaning up on his elbow Harry hovered over the gorgeous boy allowing himself a minute or two to enjoy the view of sleeping Draco. When he'd had his fill of watching the other boy, at least for the moment, he leant down and kissed the gorgeous Slytherin smiling when a soft purr escaped the other boy's lips. He pulled away and looked down into adoring, gunmetal eyes.
"Good morning," he greeted the other boy with a smile.
"Good morning," the young Malfoy replied returning his smile sleepily.
They gazed at each other for a moment and Harry felt himself getting sucked in as he was prone to doing. Then, the dream flashed through his mind, breaking him out of his trance and reminding him of what he had to ask the other boy. "Draco?"
"Mmm," the blonde replied.
"What is the blood and how do I find Draca?" he asked.
For a moment Draco just stared at him. Then, a smile lit up his face and before Harry knew it Draco had pulled him into his arms and was rolling them around on the bed laughing happily.
"I hoped so badly that you'd turn out to be one of us. You have no idea how wonderful this is, Harry!" The young Malfoy exclaimed
Draco was right Harry wasn't exactly sure how wonderful this was, but if it made the other boy this happy he knew it had to be pretty damn good.
XX
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