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Temporary Mate	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17288 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Six—Multi-part Decisions
Draco opened his eyes, and blinked. His head ached as if he had banged it into something. He rubbed it, and noticed the same tenderness in his joints, and a fog in his mind, and a pain as if someone had stretched the bones in his legs too much. When he rolled carefully onto his back, he grimaced. The skin was stretched and fragile even over the wings that must have faded into the tattoos on his back while he slept.
Not the reaction he would have expected after a night of having sex with his mate—
Draco felt his face turn cold at the same moment as the fog cleared from his head.
He bolted upright and found his wings snapping out after all. He spun to face the far wall, only to freeze. Harry was sitting there, head bowed a little, one hand dangling, in a chair he must have conjured or Transfigured. He was asleep.
Asleep. He’s safe. But he Stunned me.
And from the aching in his bones and head, if not the fog in his mind—that might have been caused by the Stunner—Draco knew Harry had made a stupid and dangerous decision. Veela needed to have regular sex with their mates. Harry knew that. When the Veela was ready for the full bonding, denying it could have far worse side-effects than had happened so far.
Well. So Harry had made a decision that they weren’t going to solidify their bond last night. Draco thought it only fair that he should be able to make one in return.
With a faint smile, he picked up his own wand, which Harry had thoughtfully placed on the floor beside the bed, and began to cast.
*
“Wake up, mate.”
The tone was so sharp that for a second Harry thought he’d overslept and Ron had had to come through the Floo and drag him to work. He sighed and lifted his head, working one hand through his hair. “I’m up, I sw—”
He froze when he realized that he couldn’t move his arms. He thrashed for a second, and ropes chafed at him. The only reason he didn’t panic completely was Draco’s low chuckle, and the mock-tender caress of a hand on his cheek.
“Familiar, isn’t it?” Draco had both their wands in his fingers, and was spinning them around. “You made a decision that I didn’t know my own mind and you had to Stupefy me ‘for my own good.’ Well, now I’ve bound you for your own good. So that you can’t run away or ignore me until we’ve…talked.”
Harry automatically rocked backwards, trying to move the chair, years of Auror training on what to do if he was held hostage rearing up in his mind. Draco gave a shrill shriek, and Harry whipped back to look at him.
“Still trying to run away? How did I end up mated to such a coward?”
Harry tightened his hands in the ropes and reminded himself of where he was. He was in front of Draco, and he couldn’t run, and he couldn’t get out of here the way he would if was the hostage of someone who hated him. That would only make the situation worse.
“You didn’t end up mated to a coward,” he said quietly, his eyes fastened on Draco’s. He supposed he should be grateful Draco hadn’t gagged him. Then again, this was no fun if Harry couldn’t respond. “You ended up not quite mated to someone who isn’t sure what you want, whether it’s you or the Veela wanting those things.”
Draco stopped spinning Harry’s wand and tossed it on the floor. “You ask me. That’s how you’re sure.”
“But you keep telling me that you want some things, and the Veela wants some things. How do I know which one’s talking at the moment? What would happen if we bonded permanently and you regretted it for the rest of your life?”
Draco said nothing for long enough that Harry thought he had missed the point. Then he said, “I wouldn’t regret it.”
“You don’t know that. I don’t know that. That question is unanswerable until after it happens, and then it’ll be too late to break the bond.”
Draco’s face had gone cool, unreadable, and he was rapping his own wand against his leg. “Do you know what happens when a Veela goes into a mating frenzy like I did yesterday, and then is denied the outlet of bonding?”
“No.”
“I woke feeling as though someone had been pulling on me, with a headache, and aches in my knees and wrists, and with my skin feeling as if it would tear when my wings came shooting through it. It would be worse if it had been longer, or if you had abandoned me while I slept. You made a decision to keep me from you without even knowing the consequences.”
Harry shuddered. “What would have happened?”
“I would have ripped apart. Literally. If you’d Stunned me again when I woke this morning, you would have found a mess of torn bones and blood and flesh in the bed tomorrow. How does that sound?”
Harry gagged and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he breathed.
“Not good enough. You’re going to tell me what you’re so afraid of, and you’re going to do it right now.”
Harry had to look again. Draco stood right in front of him, his forehead resting against Harry’s scar. He’d dropped his own wand now, and his hands slowly kneaded and slid over Harry’s shoulders, up and down, in soft circles. His face was already going slack with desire, his eyes brilliant with the glow Harry had seen in them before.
Harry summoned his breath and spoke. “I’m afraid that you’ll start hating me again after we’re bonded and the mating frenzy’s gone and you can think like a human. And then we’ll both be tied together with someone we can never get away from for the rest of our lives.”
*
Draco paused. He supposed, considering their past histories, that he should have realized something like that would be Harry’s reason.
But he still wanted to shake his head. Didn’t Harry understand anything about the way Veela bonding worked and would tie them together when it happened?
Apparently not. And can you blame him? You’ve never explained it to him.
With a sigh, Draco loosened the ropes on the chair. Harry slumped forwards for a second, but controlled himself before he fell to the floor. He straightened up and gave Draco a wary look, rubbing at his wrists.
Draco ignored the stab of guilt he felt at that. He knelt down in front of Harry and took his hands. Harry looked unwaveringly into his eyes. There was also guilt in his face, but Draco knew better than to think that would make him back down and admit Draco was right.
“The permanent bonding creates some changes in the bonded pair, just as the spell already has,” he began quietly. “I’m not going to turn back into a regular human who hates you when it’s done. How could I, when I’ll be fully a Veela by that time? I’ll be more committed to loving and protecting you than ever.”
“But I’ve read that their mates are extremely important to Veela.”
“Yes. How does that contradict anything I’ve just said?”
“Then don’t you want it to be someone who’s already important to you? Or at least someone who’s more compatible according to the Veela magic, or whatever they actually use to test mates to find a good one for you?” Harry let out a large breath and cupped his cheek. Draco leaned in to it with a flutter of his eyes and a moan that seemed to catch Harry off-guard. He didn’t withdraw his hand, though. “Not someone you bonded with just because you had to.”
“Normally, the permanent bond doesn’t happen this quickly. There’s a longer courting period.”
And of course Harry managed to misunderstand that as well, his eyes softening as he stroked Draco’s arm. “Yes, I understand. This is unusual. But I promise, if you can just hold out until we get to the Veela enclave, you can have—”
“Unless you’re going to end that sentence with the word ‘me,’ do not finish it.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Draco roughly caught Harry’s hand and held it even when he made a little motion as if he wanted to pull it back. “The courting process should have lasted longer than this. I should have been able to ‘hold out,’ as you put it. The fact that I couldn’t suggests we’re a lot more compatible than either of us thought. That you’re already important to me.”
Harry shook his head at once. “I can’t be.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not the kind of mate you need. You want me to let you defend me. I’m a trained Auror, and I can’t hold back in a fight. You need someone who has a pleasant history with you, who supports pure-blood views, who wouldn’t fight your instincts all the time. I’m not that person.”
“And you know more about what I need than I do?”
Harry blinked once, then said, “On this, I think I do. I just—look, I’m selfish too, okay, Malfoy? I’m trying to spare myself as much as you. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life tied to someone who’s going to wake up someday and realize he hates me.”
“That won’t happen.”
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“Only if you continue to act as bloody frustrating about this as you already have!” Draco said, and shoved at him. Harry nearly toppled out of the chair. Draco caught his breath and set about intelligently countering the points Harry had brought up. It was obvious that just pushing him around, as satisfying as that was, wouldn’t convince him.
“I can live without defending you. I’ve done that a few times now. I’d like you to let me do things for you, protect you, when you can. It’s not something I have to absolutely have or I’ll pine myself to death.
“Someone with a pleasant history with me? That doesn’t matter as long as we can both be adults about it. I think we have. And my pure-blood beliefs aren’t going to survive a transition back to our world. You think other people like my friends and their families are just going to accept me with a shrug and a laugh, pretending I’m one of them, as much as ever? No. They won’t. By their standards, I’m not human anymore.”
“Oh, Draco, I’m so—”
“Stop bloody saying that! Maybe we had to make the best of a bad situation, but I think we’ve both done that, haven’t we? We’ve fought together and survived, and you only Stunned me because you didn’t know how dangerous it was to deny the bonding.”
Draco finally trusted himself to reach up and lay his hand on Harry’s cheek without feeling that he might try to slap Harry around. “Are you still going to deny the bonding now?”
Harry stared at him. His eyes were deep enough that Draco could feel himself on the verge of getting lost in them. He shook his head sharply. He couldn’t let his instincts dictate what was going to happen right now.
Mouth dry and bitter, hand trembling, he waited for Harry’s decision.
*
I really thought we could hold out until we got to the Veela enclave. I had no idea that it was dangerous to Stun him.
Harry silently acknowledged to himself that he had reasons to feel guilt. Then he put the guilt aside. He had to do that all the time during cases, when it would have paralyzed him into brooding over times he hadn’t been fast enough or hadn’t put the clues together in the right order.
“I won’t deny it,” Harry said.
Draco stood up and swept his wings behind him. For a moment, Harry thought he would walk away after all, and he wondered why, when he had admitted that he’d accept the bonding. Then he realized Draco was—posing, almost. The sunlight coming through the windows of the conjured house made his wings catch the light and sparkle.
Harry stood up. He felt light-headed, his heartbeat dancing in his ears in the way it did when he was trying not to run from some danger. He had made his decision, and he did think it was the only right one.
But he couldn’t stop himself from thinking of all the things that could go wrong with the bonding. Draco regretting it later, the other Veela disapproving, the friends Draco had mentioned back in their own world who might try to persuade Draco to abandon him, the people who always wanted to kill Harry for defeating Voldemort…
It was one of the major reasons that his relationships with Ginny and Michael hadn’t survived. There was always someone watching, someone threatening, someone disapproving. And that would be even truer now that he was bonded to someone who used to be a Death Eater.
How could he justify putting Draco in danger like that?
“Hush, then,” Draco said, and Harry found a blanket of mental calm dropping over him. He blinked and lifted his head.
“That’s something Veela can do to their mates, then?”
“For their mates,” Draco said, with a roll of his eyes, and he reached out and caught Harry against his chest. Harry found himself in the cloak of the wings a second later, draping forwards and around both of them. “Yes. They can. And I think you would be well-advised to calm down and let me take charge here.”
Harry snorted as he remembered the temptation to let Draco fuck him yesterday. The thought made him shift, an emptiness abruptly aching between his legs. “Aren’t you going to do that anyway?”
“I’d like to do it because you want me to.”
Harry nodded, slowly and then with more decision when he saw the way Draco peered at him. “All right. Then this is me asking you to. Please,” he added, and put aside his fear and uncertainty the way he’d forced himself to put aside his guilt, and leaned in to kiss Draco.
*
He still thinks that something is going to go wrong and hurt us.
Perhaps nothing would ever soothe that fear until they were bonded, and Harry saw the way they could live together and not destroy each other.
But while Draco would have preferred their bonding to be clear and joyous and untainted by any hint of fear, he much preferred this to Harry Stunning him, or even his own mood yesterday. Then, he hadn’t understood his mate. He had been sure Harry wanted this every bit as much as he did, and that would have been false.
Now, he kissed Harry slowly, letting him relax and get used to Draco’s tongue in his mouth, and Draco’s hands on his shoulders, and the way he pulled Harry towards the bed, step by step. He stopped after each step to see if there was going to be a problem.
Harry was the one who at last pulled back, and looked him in the eye, and smiled a little.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said in a breathless voice. “I’m not going to bolt out of here.”
Draco nodded and kissed Harry so abruptly that it left them both breathless. Draco pulled back to rest his nose against Harry’s collarbone and sniff. His scent was especially prominent there, sweat and strength and warmth.
“I want you so much,” Draco said. “And this bonding is going to go fine. And you are important to me.” He slid his hand softly down inside Harry’s belt, and felt the way Harry grabbed his wrist and held on for a minute before he gulped.
And then let it go.
Draco gripped Harry’s cock, and hissed a little at the heat of it. Then he kissed him again and flourished his free hand. The fingernails turned to claws at a spark of magic from him. He reached down and began to carefully shred Harry’s robes away from him, never touching his skin. After such a long denial, he needed to do something symbolic to the barriers that had separated them.
Harry watched with a sucking of his lips that faded as he realized Draco wasn’t about to hurt him. He smiled a little as Draco bent down to kiss him again.
“You’re serious about making this a permanent bonding.”
Draco had no idea what about his shredding of Harry’s robes had suddenly convinced Harry of that, but he smiled and drew him into the curve of his arm, playing idly with Harry’s erection while he completed the circle of cutting the cloth. Harry groaned and flung his head back.
“Yes,” Draco said, and managed to make the word come out and make sense, just before he turned and heaved Harry onto the bed.
Harry lifted himself on his elbows and watched Draco come prowling towards him, his wings flaring around him.
“I’m ready,” Harry said softly. “Do your worst.”
It’s going to be my best, Draco thought, and reached up to kiss Harry again before he set about proving that.
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Thunderbird: Thank you!
Yes, Draco is very unhappy. As long as Harry stops trying to make decisions for the both of them, then they should be all right in the future.
Apothic: Thanks!
SP777: Harry didn't think the bonding was done. He thought it was just in the middle stages. But now, as you can see, he has surrendered.
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