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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12515 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Eight - The Malfoy dinner
The morning of Harry’s dreaded dinner at Malfoy Manor he awoke from a nightmare as he had every morning since the war had ended but the difference was on this particular morning was the cold sweat he was drenched in. He had been dreaming about being back in Malfoy Manor, being held captive again in their cellar turned dungeon, at least it had looked like their dungeon in the dream. Voldemort had been alive in his nightmare, back and stronger than ever and wanting revenge.
He had been strung up from the ceiling in chains powerless, wandless and forced to watch as every single person he cared about, everyone he had ever felt love for, was brutally and mercilessly slaughtered in front of his eyes. All of the Weasley’s, his school friends and finally, when he believed that he was numb to the agony of it all, Draco had been dragged in. He was the last and despite the hollow emptiness in his chest he had struggled desperately against the cuffs that held him up, fighting to reach him. He had pleaded for Draco to be spared through dry cracked lips, his voice hoarse from screaming and crying, the blood of his friends and family already coating the walls around him. Harry’s pleading words becoming nothing more than a source of amusement to his relentless tormentor.
Voldemort had only laughed, a cruel and mocking cackle that chilled Harry to the very core. He watched on helplessly, looking into Draco’s beautiful mercury eyes that spoke volumes without a sound ever leaving his lips. They didn’t need words, they just knew. They wouldn’t give Voldemort the satisfaction of knowing what they shared. Draco’s hands were already bound behind his back, Tom Riddle holding him up on his knees by a fistful of beautiful white blonde hair, exposing the beautiful pointed Elven ears in all their glory. It was all Harry could do to keep from screaming as Voldemort took his wand to Draco’s temple and used a severing charm to remove each of those precious ears from his body.
Harry knew that the removal of an Elven creatures ears was just as much of a death sentence as the killing curse was to any witch or wizard. But Draco hadn’t made a sound as the damage had been done, he had simply looked at Harry with love and adoration in his eyes. When the Dark Lord released his grip upon the white blonde hair, Draco fell forward, collapsing on to his stomach with nothing to break his fall, writhing in agony as he gasped for pained breathes. Only then did Harry scream in anguish, pulling violently against the chains that held him up, the pain shooting down his wrists like lightning bolts as he struggled to free himself. He wanted to reach Draco, to hold him even as he died but he was denied this and could only watch as the man he loved died right before his eyes.
Spent and exhausted with no more tears left to cry, his throat raw from screaming he just gave up. Everyone he loved was dead, his heart was broken and so was he, Draco was dead and there was nothing that he could do to bring him back. His chin fell to his chest and that was when he saw it. His stomach rounded heavily with child, a baby created out of love and affection and now its father was dead, its mother damaged beyond repair, all before it was even born.
Harry sat bolt upright in bed, his wand grasped tightly in his right hand, the memory of his dream vividly in his mind, his chest heaving with the effort of catching his breath. It took him a long while to bring his mind back to the present and out of the nightmare. He had to remind himself that Voldemort was dead and gone, he had killed him, delivering a final death that couldn’t be undone. His left hand had instinctively come to rest upon his abdomen which was still flat and muscular and not rounded with child. He was not pregnant and Draco was alive and well, probably still fast asleep in his bed.
Though he could remember how the metal cuffs had felt against the skin of his wrist, his muscles ached from remembered pain in his arms from struggling against the chains that bound him. The pain in his chest from the loss of everyone he loved felt real enough. He hated these nightmares, the ones that felt as if they were prophecies, an insight into the future they were so vivid. That shook him to the core and he couldn’t shake the memory of them.
Taking a few deep steadying breaths he lowered his wand but not feeling comfortable enough to let it go just yet. Fear still bubbled dangerously close to the surface as he attempted to calm himself. He was grateful for the silencing spells he’d cast before falling asleep, something which was becoming a habit for him to do. His throat was sore and he knew that he’d really been screaming. If he hadn’t erected the silencing charms then he would have woken the entire household with his nightmare.
Throwing off his duvet he decided he needed a shower. He felt sticky, a sheen of sweat covering his body. Looking out of the window Harry could see that dawn was only just breaking and he could tell that no one else was awake yet, not even Molly who was usually the first to rise. For this reason he made sure he kept quite as he crept to the bathroom across the hall from his room where he cast more silencing and locking charms before allowing himself to collapse under the warm spray of the shower and cry. It wasn’t often that he let his emotions out but after that nightmare he just couldn’t contain them any longer.
The pain that he had felt in his dream had been so real, he really thought that he’d lost everyone he cared about, that somehow Voldemort had come back to seek revenge on him. It was a fear that he lived with on a daily basis even though he knew that it would be impossible. Tom Riddle was gone for good, every last fragment of his soul destroyed but Harry still couldn’t escape the feeling that one day his worst fear would one day be realised and Voldemort would return. Curling into a ball in the bathtub beneath the downpour of the shower which rained down upon him, he allowed the pain to wash over him, consuming him. The silencing charms he had put up were like a safety blanket for him. He didn’t want anyone to know how weak and frail he was.
HPDM
Draco had woken up at the break of dawn for seemingly no apparent reason and he couldn’t understand why. He hoped that he might be able to get back to sleep and get a few more hours rest. He would need all the rest he could get in preparation for this evening as he had a feeling in his gut that something was going to go horribly wrong. However before he could even close his eyes again a heart wrenching pain tore through his chest and all he could think about was Harry.
He felt as if he needed to go to him, to be with him and to hold him close but he didn’t know where he was or how to get to him so he just lay immobile, struggling to draw breath. The agony was too much to bear, it was like no pain he had ever felt before and he had been at the receiving end of a fair few of Voldemort’s cruciatus curses. Harry was slowly and agonisingly torturing himself with these emotions and Draco could feel every one of them. There seemed to be no rest bite from it, the suffering never ending. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he gripped fiercely at his chest, willing the pain to stop.
Over an hour later, after the sun had risen up into the sky, the pain ebbed away. A new day had broken, one that found Draco huddled in a ball, recovering from the onslaught of Harry’s emotions. Usually he would have had to seek out Harry, actively using his Elven abilities to pick up the Gryffindor’s emotions but as he had been asleep and dreaming about him they had subconsciously become connected. Once the emotions had latched on to him, Draco had been powerless to stop them. His only option had been to ride it out.
HPDM
“No” Harry said defiantly, giving his best friend a scathing look, “I’m not wearing that,” He told Ron who was holding up a maroon Weasley jumper, mocking him as he stressed over what to wear for the Malfoy dinner that was less than an hour away. Hermione and Ginny however were genuinely trying to help him, rummaging through his new clothes and debating between the two of them about what look to go for. Harry was stood, completely unabashed, in only his boxers, which were a bright Gryffindor red. Harry was certain that Draco wouldn’t be seeing them this evening. If that had been in any doubt then he would have changed them for something a little less brightly coloured.
An hour previously the Malfoy family owl had arrived with a short and simple note from Draco addressed to Harry that had given him instructions on how to get into the manor via the floo network. Surprisingly it also contained a request to have him meet an hour earlier than originally planned, which had done nothing to ease Harry’s nerves or the feeling of foreboding that had suddenly crept over him just after breakfast, which he had hardly touched at all.
“Okay,” Ginny said, “How about this?” She suggested. She was holding up a pair of plain black dress trousers and Hermione held up a long sleeved grey shirt. Earlier that afternoon when they had been discussing outfit choices for the evening Harry had divulged to his friends that Draco’s favourite colour was silver, hence the grey shirt the two girls were trying to convince him to wear.
“Pass them here,” Harry said, nervously casting a glance to the clock on the nightstand which told him he would be meeting Draco in just half an hour. He pulled on the clothes that had been selected for him, tucking his shirt into his trousers before doing them up. “What do you think?” He asked, turning in a full circle for them to inspect him. He really wanted to make a good impression, he was meeting his boyfriends mother after all. It didn’t seem to matter that they had already met, the circumstances had been very different. When Narcissa had saved his life in the forbidden forest Harry hadn’t been dating her one and only son.
“Perfect,” Hermione said smiling. The initial shock of Harry’s transformation from regular wizard to stunning ethereal half Elven creature had worn off a little. Although she could still admire how attractive he was she didn’t feel anything for him. Ron was her man and she loved him greatly. When she looked at Harry all she saw was the brother she had never had growing up. She loved him but as a sister would love her brother and that’s all it would ever be between them.
“Gorgeous,” Ginny answered, fully appreciating the fine hunk of man standing before her, asking for her opinion. She was well aware just how many witches would have killed to be in the position she was in at that very moment. Ogling the famous wizard without judgement or fuelling his temper, to be his friend and to be valued by him was priceless to the youngest Weasley child. It was a good place to be regardless of the fact her love for him would never be reciprocated. Ron remained very quiet on the subject of how his friend was looking, not feeling entirely comfortable commenting on how attractive his best friend was and not liking the fact that his girlfriend was spending more time appreciating Harry Potter than him.
“Really?” Harry asked dubiously as he turned to look at himself in the full length mirror. He didn’t exactly like what he saw there but that had nothing to do with the clothes he was wearing, which looked good enough. Though even if they had looked ghastly he wouldn’t have had the time to change without being late.
“See,” Ginny said appreciatively, “Stunning.”
“Thanks guys,” Harry said as he forced on his shoes and socks. His heart was racing uncontrollably by the time he began descending the stairs, heading for the fireplace where he would use the floo network to reach Malfoy Manor. Several times just on the staircase he almost turned around to run back up to his room and hide under his duvet but he kept his Gryffindor courage intact and at exactly five minutes to five he stepped into the fireplace and was off.
HPDM
Draco stood in the sitting room waiting rather impatiently for his boyfriend to arrive, he had been waiting since quarter to five, just in case Harry arrived a little early. Though he should have known well enough by now that Harry was rarely on time, let alone early for anything. He had sent a note asking for an extra hour of his time this evening because he felt they needed to talk, especially after what had happened that morning. It had bothered him all day, he had been unable to think of anything else. He couldn’t imagine bottling up that level of pain and pretending that he was okay and that there was nothing wrong with him.
He had dressed in grey dress trousers and a dark, forest green shirt with long sleeves as he had wanted to wear Harry’s favourite colour for him. His hair fanned out, protecting his pointed ears from view. He had been dressed and ready since half past three, nervous and preoccupied with thoughts about Harry. He had gone over ways that he could prevent Blaise from coming to dinner but he hadn’t had time to alter the wards or to go through ministry channels to bar him from using the floo network to arrive. His mother couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about.
Narcissa highly approved of his friends getting to know his boyfriend. Tilly and Blaise Zabini were practically family after all, they had certainly know each other for long enough. It was a running joke between the two women that their children should have been betrothed to be married. Little did they know that the two boys had discovered and experimented with their sexuality together from the age of fourteen. This was something that had been very easy to do when they shared a dormitory at Hogwarts. They hadn’t got past a few nervous kisses and tentative hand jobs but the fact remained they still knew each other intimately. It was only now as he faced the prospect of protecting his boyfriend from Blaise’s advances that he regretted those experimentations with his friend.
At exactly five on the dot, as the clock on the mantel began to chime the fire roared into a bright emerald green flames and Harry Potter literally tumbled out of the fireplace and into his arms. Draco grinned at him from the awkward position they were in, loving how embarrassed and apologetic Harry looked for his clumsiness.
“Falling for me already, mon amour?” The blonde asked, delighted to see that his words caused Harry’s cheeks to flame a brilliant red that, unbeknownst to Draco, matched the colour of his boxer shorts. Harry struggled to his feet, attempting to right himself and brush himself down but Draco, however, kept their bodies close, not wanting to lose the contact between them. Harry was in a place he had never wanted to come back to but being within such a close proximity to Draco made him forget all of that, the thick chestnut scent immediately working into his lungs, embracing him with comfort and warmth.
“You’re gorgeous,” Harry said quietly, he couldn’t help but stare openly into the swirling mass of silver that looked down at him with affection. Draco leaned forward, capturing the other teens lips between his own, delighted when Harry made the first move to deepen their kiss. Arms entwined around one another. Tongues met, exploring each other’s mouths eagerly, devouring one another with intensity. It almost made Draco forget the reason why he had asked Harry to come here early in the first place. Almost but not quite.
“Walk with me,” Draco requested when the kiss broke, leaving them both a little breathless and emotionally charged. Harry could only nod his response as Draco linked their arms and set off towards the front door, moving so fast that Harry didn’t have a chance to take in his surroundings.
They remained holding hands with their arms linked together as they took a walk around the grounds of Malfoy Manor, which were expansive to say the least, at least four acres of land, not including the woodland to the rear of the property. They hadn’t managed to get far from the house before Draco began to speak. If he didn’t get it out now then he would lose his nerve about asking and he needed to know. It would bother him too much if he didn’t.
“What happened to you this morning, mon amour, and please don’t lie to me,” He said softly. He spoke calmly and with consideration. Anyone who could feel that level of emotion and bottle it up needed to be treated with care and tenderness, as if any sharp or sudden movements would cause him to react negatively.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, suddenly fearful. He knew all too well what had happened this morning. He swallowed painfully as he vividly recalled the nightmare that had tormented him before he had awoken, the cold sweat that had coated his body and the resulting hour he had spent in the shower, sobbing as he attempted to rip the feeling of losing everyone he loved out from under his skin. But Draco couldn’t know that, it was impossible for him to know that, surely.
“I can feel your emotions, Harry, we’re connected even without solidifying the bond. Please tell me what happened.” Again Draco kept his voice steady and even. He didn’t want to scare Harry, he wanted for him to feel comfortable enough to talk to him about things like this. He wanted to know the truth and he want Harry to tell him willingly, without any pressure.
“How can you do that, why would you?” Harry demanded with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Those emotions were personal, he didn’t want anyone to know how he felt let alone experience them with him, he was meant to be strong, he didn’t want anyone to know how weak he actually was. People looked up to him, hero worshipped him. He wasn’t ready to share that with anyone not even Draco, not yet and it made him angry that the blonde had pried there when he hadn’t been welcome.
Harry took a deep breath trying to calm his building anger, knowing that it would be difficult to explain and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to talk about it but if Draco really had felt what he had experienced this morning then he knew that there was no escaping it. Ready or not he had to tell him something. “It was a nightmare,” He said quietly, “The war, the things that happened, what I did, who I lost … it never leaves me.”
Despite his annoyance at the invasion of his privacy it was the most open he had been with anyone since the end of the war and it made him feel more vulnerable than ever as he said this. Harry didn’t like the feeling at all. He felt he was baring his soul when he mentioned his post war nightmares. He went to great lengths to conceal the fact he was having them from his family so they were usually bottled up and kept very personal. Divulging this to Draco left Harry feeling emotionally raw.
“What I felt from you this morning, it crippled me, literally. I hate the idea of you suffering through that. Do your friends even know how you’re feeling?” Harry shook his head and Draco sighed. “If you cannot talk to them will you at least try and talk to me?”
“I can’t make any promises I find it hard to talk about these things, but seeing as you’re suffering along with me now, whether I want you to or not I guess I can try,” Harry said with a long, tired sigh. He couldn’t stay angry, no matter how annoyed he was at his privacy being invaded in such a way. Harry knew that he had been foolish to think that he could manage to keep it hidden forever.
Draco stopped them in their progress and pulled Harry towards him, holding him there in a firm embrace that was reciprocated equally. They were stood in a small courtyard surrounded by ivy and white roses, a small stone fountain making the sounds of flowing water surrounding them. They were only minutes from the back door of the Manor but being outside made Harry feel a lot more relaxed than being inside. When he had arrived they had gone outside so quickly that he hadn’t had a chance to think about where he was. He found himself to be dreading the moment that he had to step foot inside again.
The hand not holding on to Harry’s reached up to brush a stray raven hair from his eyes, fingertips brushing against the sensitive tips of the pointed Elven ears as Draco attempted, in vain to tuck the stray hair behind his ear, the slight touch causing a shiver of pleasure to pass through Harry’s body.
“For you to try is all I ask,” Draco said as he gazed intently into the brilliantly green eyes of his boyfriend. A horrid thought growing in the back of his mind, they would have to solidify their bond sooner rather than later if Draco was to any chance of protecting Harry from Blaise’s persistent advances. He knew that Harry wasn’t ready for such a big step and it bothered him that they might have to rush things for the sake of his protection.
A sharp crack announced the arrival of a rather nervous looking house elf who bowed to Draco and Harry, dipping so low his nose touched the ground. “Master Draco, your mother would like to inform you that diner is ready Sir and that a Mr Blaise Zabini has also arrived.” The terrified house elf said in a rush, Draco noticeably tensed, even Harry felt it and he looked to the blonde curiously. He hadn’t thought that it would be anyone other than just the three of them. He certainly hadn’t expected for Blaise Zabini, a boy whose name he vaguely recognized from school but couldn’t put a face to, to be here. What with Draco’s reaction he could only assume that it wasn’t a positive thing that he had shown up.
“Thank you, Pety,” Draco acknowledged, his tone stiff and cold, so unlike how he had been talking to Harry only moments before. The house elf gave another little bow and vanished with a sharp crack, leaving them alone once more, still holding each other.
“I thought it was just us and your mother for dinner?” Harry asked nervously.
“It was supposed to be,” Draco hissed with annoyance but the grimaced when he realised the tone he had taken with Harry who seemed a little taken aback by it. “I am sorry, mon amour, I didn’t mean to speak to you like that.” As Draco apologized he drew Harry closer to his body, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling the sweet scent that he was emitting, finding that it was calming to him.
“Why is Blaise Zabini here then?” Harry asked, confused by Draco’s behaviour and struggling to concentrate as he felt the blondes lips ghosting across his neck. He had been affronted by the fact that Draco could be so sweet and affectionate one minute and be so cold and detached the next like seemingly flicking a switch. It made the Gryffindor extremely nervous as to what he had got himself into. However as Draco nibbled upon the exposed skin at his shirt collar all Harry could think about was how good it felt to have him so close, the chestnut scent intoxicating him worse than any drug could.
Draco took a deep calming breath, allowing the sugary scent from Harry wash over him. He didn’t want to take his anger over Blaise making an unwelcome appearance out on his boyfriend, it wasn’t fair. He would have to keep his anger in check around the younger Elven because otherwise he was going to risk frightening him away. If Harry became afraid of him then there was no way Draco would be able to protect him, something that was imperative.
“Blaise is like me,” He said, his entire body tense as he explained things truthfully, “A dominant Elven.” There was no point in lying about the situation when it would be so obvious. Zabini wasn’t the wisest young man and wasn’t bothering to conceal his new inheritance. Of course it was nothing to be ashamed of, the Ministry wouldn’t even mind as even full Elven were not deemed to be dangerous creatures. It was the poachers that they had to watch out for. Though it wouldn’t be any loss for Blaise to be captured and killed by poachers for his ears, it would be the his just desserts for the fact that he didn’t even bother to hide them from plain sight.
“Oh,” Harry said as this new piece of information sunk in, “He’s here for me isn’t he?” He asked anxiously and Draco tightened his hold around the Gryffindor possessively. He could feel the insecurities radiating off the younger teen, the uncertainty and the fear.
“You have to understand how rare you are, mon amour. Male submissive Elven such as you are almost unheard of, add to that your fame, status and innocence, I stand almost no chance of holding on to you until we are bonded,” Draco said, believing wisely that honesty was the best policy where Harry was concerned. He hoped that his Gryffindor would appreciate that.
“Is that why you want me?” Harry asked, feeling as if no one would ever want him for him. His fame and status was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Now with the added curse of being the rarest type of Elven creature known to their kind, he doubted that he would ever get over his insecurities. He had told Draco so many personal things already but maybe that had been foolishly stupid and naive of him. Could Draco truly want him for him or was it because of his unique rarity, which to Harry only certified the fact that he was a freak, an abnormality even to the wizarding world and he hated it.
“If I only wanted you for those reasons then I wouldn’t have bothered to even attempt to get to know you beyond what everyone else can see, let alone share what I have with you, most of which my mother and friends don’t even know. Just remember that, Harry. Elven mating law dictates that I cannot speak poorly of any competition to your affections and I am sure that there will be much in the way of competition. In the end you may not chose me but whoever you decide to take as your mate know that I care for you and will always be there for you as a friend, whenever you need to talk,” Draco said a little stiffly. He hated even the notion that Harry might not chose him when the time came for a decision to be made. The idea just didn’t sit well with him, but if it happened then he would have to deal with it. He would have to come to terms with the loss of something so pure and so perfect that he would never find anything quite so perfect again.
“Always?” Harry asked, his tone almost inaudible. The word held a great deal of weight with him and reminded him of the never ending love that Severus Snape had had for his mother, despite her loving and marrying another man. He dreamed that someone would one day love him with that much affection, he yearned for it but he was broken and he was damaged, he doubted he would ever find anything quite so perfect.
“Always,” Draco confirmed as he began to lead Harry back towards the house. If he could have taken him anywhere else or even just stayed outside in the little courtyard, just the two of them alone, then he would have done. However he could not, in good conscience, do that to his mother who had so desperately wanted this dinner and to meet Harry officially. So together they walked to their fate.
Draco did not miss the faltering step Harry took as they entered Malfoy Manor hand in hand. It was only when they stopped and he sent a questioning look to his potential mate that he realised what had happened the last time Harry had been here. He had been foolish not to realise sooner the implications of bringing Harry to this place. He looked apologetically to him, not knowing what else to do. Squeezing his hand gently as a sign of support they hesitated, giving Harry time to adjust to his surroundings.
The Gryffindor could see that the Manor was much changed from his last visit which had been decidedly more unpleasant than this one. It no longer felt dark and depressing as he remembered it to have been before, the air was free from the stagnant aroma of dark magic and bloodshed. It was almost as if it had been transformed since Voldemort had been defeated. The formally grand Manor house slowly returning to its former glory, from before the residents steeped it with evil and foreboding. Harry would never be comfortable here, never be happy but to make Draco and his mother happy he would be able to tolerate it. As long as he didn’t think too hard about what had happened here or what lurked beneath his feet below the ground.
When Harry first laid eyes upon Blaise Zabini he had very little recollection of him, unable to recall any memory of him from when they had been at school together. All he could remember was that he had been a bit of a poser even in his younger years and had been friends with Draco, in fact the only time he had ever seen the boy was when he had been spending time with the blonde. He was a Slytherin, obviously and from a proud pure-blooded family line. His dark skin glowed beautifully, his dark hair falling in luscious waves past his shoulders. This evening he had tied it back, which greatly surprised Harry as it displayed his Elven ears. He wouldn’t have thought that any Elven would have wanted their ears on show so blatantly, he certainly didn’t.
Harry’s own Elven nature seemed to take over a little upon the sight of the other teenager. He took note that he was taller than Draco and more strongly built too. It was his Elven side that suddenly became very interested in this muscular looking man. His creature wanted the most powerful and dominant Elven mate to protect and care not only for him but also any future children they could have together. Blaise certainly fit that criteria. It was Harry’s human side that was more wary of him. There was something about Blaise Zabini that he just didn’t trust. Though he was certainly a very handsome man, his Elven blood and inheritance became him. Before his eighteenth birthday he had always faded into the background, paling in comparison to the likes of Draco. Now they were no longer simply wizards however they were equal in their good looks. One young man was light, fair and ethereal, the other dark, brooding and seemingly extremely dangerous if the vibes harry got from him were anything to go by.
The Elven side of him screamed relentlessly that Blaise would make the better mate, stronger and more powerful than Draco, he would be a better protector. Harry however could not shake off the feeling of distrust. He was unsure of how he’d managed it when he couldn’t sense anything from Draco but he could feel Blaise’s emotions radiating from him powerfully. There was lust, desire and a hungry determination. It bothered Harry that he had never been able to pick anything up from the blonde when Draco could so clearly sense what he was feeling. He would have loved to have known why that was but the book he had read on the subject hadn’t gone into great detail about it and he had no one other than Draco to ask.
“Harry, so good to see you again,” Narcissa said, sweeping in between him and Blaise, breaking their eye contact. Draco’s arm was still wrapped possessively around Harry’s waist. With the other Slytherin eyeing Harry like he was a piece of meat that he was ready to devour Draco didn’t want to let him go.
“It’s nice to see you again too, Mrs Malfoy,” Harry said politely, nervously glancing around the foreboding room, that despite having no remnants of who had resided here only months beforehand still held terrible memories for him, ones that he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried, especially after his nightmare last night. The last time he had been in this room they had duelled. Shortly afterwards as a result Dobby had died.
“Please dear, call me Narcissa,” She said eyeing the couple before her with appreciation as they stood in the cavernous entrance hall. “What an attractive couple the two of you make,” She cooed at them, “Don’t you think, Blaise dear?”
“Oh yes,” He agreed though not sounding convinced of this fact, “But I think Harry and myself would look even more attractive together,” Blaise said moving toward the uncomfortable Gryffindor, hoisting him rather forcefully from Draco’s grip and pulling him into his body, one arm draping casually over Harry’s shoulders. A heavy oak scent hit Harry as Blaise did this, though he didn’t find it quite as enthralling, captivating or even comforting as the chestnut scent belonging to Draco. The oak scent that Blaise emitted to tell Harry that he was interested in him didn’t seem to be as intoxicating. He didn’t feel even half way as incapacitated by Blaise as he did when he was around Draco.
“Attractive, yes, but I think that Harry flatters my Draco more than he does you, Master Zabini” Narcissa said eyeing Blaise reproachfully, now rethinking how much of a good idea it was to have the extra guest for dinner this evening, “Though it seems my Dragon has competition for your affection Harry dear,” She said, easing Harry away from Blaise. “Come dear one, dinner is served.” Narcissa then lead Harry from the entrance hall and through to the dining room, leaving Draco and Blaise to bring up the rear. Neither of the dominant Elven said a word to one another, Draco didn’t trust himself not to lose his temper and say something that he would regret.
Harry was feeling entirely overwhelmed by the attentions of three people solely on him. He really didn’t like being the centre of attention, it made him extremely uncomfortable. Combined with the discomfort and unease he was experiencing about being back in Malfoy Manor after his last visit here he was struggling to cope with everything he was feeling.
“Do you intend on returning to Hogwarts in September?” Narcissa asked him conversationally as she showed Harry to his seat. Narcissa sat opposite him, Blaise and Draco taking a chair on either side of him like they were his own personal guards. The older witch was smiling indulgently at her three young dining companions, though keeping a cautionary eye on Blaise now that she was aware he wasn’t here purely for the pleasure of their company.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to going back to school. It’ll be nice to have a quite year there before we go out into the real world,” Harry said politely, fidgeting in his seat a little, overly aware of the two young men either side of him.
“What aspirations do you have for yourself after you finish your education?” Narcissa asked to keep the conversation going seeing as neither Draco nor Blaise seemed willing to contribute. The goblets before them all magically filling with red wine.
“Well everyone expects me to become an Auror for the Ministry of Magic and up until last year that was the career path I was studying towards but I’m not so sure if that’s what I want to do anymore,” Harry told her honestly.
“Well you certainly have a knack for dealing with dark wizards,” She said approvingly, after all being an Auror was a very respectable job to have. Draco had tensed a little at the mention of Harry becoming an Auror, which in his mind was an extremely dangerous profession to have no matter how respectable. It would not feel right to have Harry running around after dark wizards for a living, putting himself in danger but he kept his mouth firmly shut on the matter. Now was not the time to discuss it. Blaise however was not that smart.
“No mate of mine is going to be doing something as recklessly dangerous as that,” Blaise said with a scowl, glaring at Harry as if his word was the final one on the matter.
“Good thing I’m not your mate then.” Harry bit back, his temper flaring. Draco smirked into his goblet at his boyfriend’s response as he took a small sip of the wine within.
“Yet,” Blaise returned, a dangerous glint in his gorgeous golden eyes.
“Ever,” Harry responded, scooting his chair a little closer to Draco and leaning his head upon the blonde's shoulder. Blaise glared at the two of them hatefully. He was not giving up, it just made the chase all the more exciting. Blaise actually found that he liked the Gryffindor’s sass.
“Now, now boys,” Narcissa warned, the tension in the room intensifying. The house elves must have sensed that something wasn’t quite right because the starters suddenly appeared before them to serve as a welcome distraction. It was some kind of delicate cheese and filo pastry dish that smelt heavenly.
“This looks wonderful, Mrs Malfoy,” Harry said as he sat up to eat. He was being on his best behaviour this evening, wanting to make a good impression.
“Please, call me Narcissa,” She reminded him with light exasperation at the boys insistence of being so formal before thanking him for the praise, though they both knew it was the house elves that deserved the compliment seeing as they had been the ones to prepare all the food. Narcissa Malfoy didn’t even know how to cook beans on toast, not that she would ever degrade herself to eating something so plebeian even if she could prepare it herself. “It’s so nice to have company for dinner, the manor has been so quiet of late.”
Harry winced, up until May Malfoy Manor had been occupied by Voldemort, Bellatrix and the rest of the deatheaters, not to mention their prisoners. It made him very quickly lose his appetite as the images of the time he had been one of those prisoners came to the forefront of his mind again and he could distinctly hear Hermione screaming. Though, not wanting to be rude he suppressed the rising panic and forced himself to keep eating and keep smiling.
His main focus however became his goblet of wine which spread the familiar warmth of alcohol in his belly, which provided some comfort to him. Before the Great Battle of Hogwarts he’d never had any form of alcohol before but now he had discovered it he found that it was a convenient way to forget for a few hours. He was thrilled when he realised that his goblet magically refilled itself whenever it got too empty, which certainly made the evening more bearable.
The four of them somehow managed to exchange polite conversation throughout their starter and their main course without too much awkward discomfort, though an uneasy silence would descend upon them whenever they strayed too close to an uncomfortable topic, which were many for such a small group. Harry remained sat a little closer to Draco than to Blaise throughout the dinner, enjoying the close proximity and the occasional hand holding with his boyfriend that this allowed. However with Blaise a heavy presence to his other side of him Harry found that he was overly keen to escape the formal dinner and go back to the Burrow, vaguely wishing that he could take Draco with him. The atmosphere around the three young half Elven became tenser with each passing minute that ticked slowly by no matter how polite and neutral the conversation they were having was.
“Narcissa, I’ve never known you to serve treacle tart!” Blaise exclaimed in shock when desert appeared magically before them.
“For you,” Draco whispered to Harry so that only he could hear and the Gryffindor couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness. To show how much he appreciated it he leaned over and placed a chaste kiss to Draco’s lips, an act that made Blaise scowl at them.
“Do you like treacle tart, Blaise?” Narcissa asked, sensing the displeasure from Zabini was feeling towards the young couple and trying to defuse the tension a little with her question. She was beginning to think that perhaps it would have been in the best interests of all involved to have gone against etiquette and not invited Blaise to stay for dinner when he turned up unannounced this evening.
Narcissa wasn’t keen on the way he was reacting to Harry and Draco together. She was however willing to rectify her mistake by playing a little dirty, after all she was a Black. She knew how much Harry liked this particular dessert and she was also aware that it was more commonly a childish treat given to children only on Halloween rather than a pudding befitting the Malfoy dinner table. Blaise on the other hand was only aware of one of these facts as he was far too egotistical to find out anything about the young man he was trying to woo away from Draco.
“I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth, I find that I am sweet enough as it is already,” Was Blaise’s sickly reply as he gave Harry a not so subtle wink, which the Gryffindor was oblivious too as he tucked into his tart with vigour, not caring what Blaise thought of his favourite dessert.
Draco watched on happily as Harry ate, pleased with himself that he had asked his mother to serve it. It was certainly not a dessert that would normally be served at or anywhere near Malfoy Manor. If it hadn’t have been for Harry then this particular dish would never have been seen anywhere even close to the kitchens let alone the dining table. Lucius would have had a fit if he had been presented with treacle tart. It was not a dish usually deemed fit for consumption unless by very young children.
Of course Draco would never tell Harry any of this, he found it rather endearing that the hero of the wizarding world who had died twice and defeated the Dark Lord just as many times had such a passion for sugary treats. He found himself feeling rather indulgent of the younger teen who despite his great achievements and accomplishments in his young life was still only eighteen years old and had the naivety to match his age. Although many people saw him as a man he still had so many childish tendencies that made him the wonderful person he was, the person Draco just couldn’t stop thinking about. It was also the reason that things got rather out of hand when Blaise reached forward to run his fingers through soft, thick raven hair.
Blaise had been infuriated by the besotted, loving look on Draco’s face as he had watched Harry eat, he knew that he was losing the battle in making the submissive Elven he wanted so badly even notice him and that was not something he could allow to happen. He was much better looking than Malfoy and he deserved to have claim on the rarity that was Harry Potter. He would make his millions by whoring out the boy to have as many Elven children as possible with as many dominant Elven males desperate enough to pay through the nose to have a turn with a submissive so to carry on their blood line with an Elven child. First however he needed to bond with him, claim him as his own and continue his own blood line.
Reaching forward Blaise ran his fingers through the luscious strands of messy raven hair, loving the silky feel of it beneath the tips of his fingers. Casually he brushed against the sensitive tips of Harry’s pointed ears and rather than giving him a rush of pleasure as it had when Draco had touched them it initiated a rather violent growl to rip from the Gryffindor’s throat as he slapped the offending hand rather forcefully away from the side of his head.
“Don’t touch me!” Harry had snarled. He was extremely protective of his ears and he didn’t want anyone who wasn’t Draco to touch them.
What happened next happened so quickly that Narcissa barely had time to comprehend what was going on before her very eyes. Blaise had stood up from the table, enraged at Harry’s reaction to his kind gesture. Draco however had snorted in amusement at what Harry had done, elated to the point of light headed giddiness that Blaise was being rejected but that had only made the other Slytherin see red.
In blind anger he grabbed a rough fistful of Harry’s hair, dragging him from the table and onto his knees on the floor in front of him. Blaise stood towering over him, a livid glare upon his face. He had all of the control as he clenched the raven hair tightly in his fist. Harry had let out a cry of pain at the initial attack but now cowered silently, tears welling in his eyes as he tried to remain as motionless as possible, feeling that any movement and he would have nothing other than a bald patch at the top of his head to show for it.
“You will submit to me,” Zabini growled violently and Harry let out a small whimper of discomfort as Blaise forced his head backwards so that his neck was exposed and golden eyes that glinted with malicious intent could look into intense emerald that swam with unshed tears. His scalp was practically on fire and he could do nothing to fight off his attacker.
Draco had been out of his seat in a heartbeat the moment he had seen Blaise making a violent grab for Harry, wanting to protect him with every fibre of his being. His Elven dominance took over, his wand forgotten as he felt the urge to physically lash out at the other dominant male, to attack him, the urge to rip him apart limb by limb for daring to lay a hurtful finger on his Harry. However with Blaise’s grip only tightening upon the lusciously thick raven hair Draco knew any such actions would serve to only hurt Harry more. Which was something he wouldn’t allow.
“Let him go,” Draco growled through gritted teeth, his fists clenched in anger. He was posed, ready to pounce at the first given opportunity. Narcissa had got to her feet the moment Harry had been attacked, shocked at the display before her eyes. She drew her wand and pointed it directly at Blaise but knowing that like her son she could do nothing without hurting Harry too.
“No, he will submit to me, I will have him,” Blaise snarled in response, “He needs to learn his place!”
“His place is not to be treated like dirt by the likes of you,” Draco snapped, Harry now had tears streaming down his cheeks. The blonde wasn’t sure how long he would be able to stand and watch idly as Blaise hurt his mate in such a barbaric way.
“Blaise Zabini, you are a guest in my house, I will not have you act in such a disrespectful manner!” Narcissa said forcefully as she came round the other side of the table, wand still drawn and aimed at Blaise. She faced the three Elven creatures completely unafraid of them. She may have played the role of docile housewife and mother but she had Black blood coursing through her veins making her just as powerful and feisty as either one of her sisters. It was the strong Black family blood that had given Andromeda the courage to break tradition and take a muggle man as a husband as she had wanted and also given Bellatrix the guts and power to become the favourite deatheater to Lord Voldemort. Narcissa was not a witch to be messed with. “Release him this instant!” Narcissa demanded, her voice and gaze stern and unwavering.
Reluctantly, glowering at the witch, he loosened his grip and Harry fell forward, landing on his hands, sobbing. Draco was torn by his instincts in that fraction of a second, wanting to cradle Harry close to him, making sure he was okay, compared to the overwhelming urge to pummel Blaise into unconsciousness for daring to lay a hand on his mate. Dropping to his knees however he allowed the anger to be quashed, not wanting to risk hurting Harry more by fighting. Draco picked Harry up, holding him as he rubbed soothing circles upon his back as the young submissive cried.
Blaise meanwhile looked down at them in disgust and revulsion, sneering at them hatefully. The Gryffindor in floods of tears and Draco too weak or simply not strong enough to fight his corner and defend the submissive that he already seemed to have claimed. Zabini could see that Draco Malfoy would not be strong enough to protect Harry if others came to claim him. If he had wanted to Blaise could have forcefully bonded with him here and now but he wouldn’t risk Narcissa’s anger, not with her wand trained directly at him.
Draco’s rage was peaking to an almost unstoppable force as shaking arms were wrapped around his neck, returning the embrace offered to him. He could feel his boyfriends smaller body trembling beneath him as they sat huddled together on the hard, wooden floor, Harry still silently crying into him as he went into a state of shock over what had happened. He may have been the saviour of the wizarding world but he was still human and the attack from Blaise had come out of nowhere, he hadn’t been expecting it. The only thing that was stopping Draco from killing his former school friend was the calming sugary scent coming from Harry, which seemed to do a wonderful job of sating his temper.
“I think perhaps you should leave, Mr Zabini,” Narcissa said tightly, glaring at Blaise, he was the son of one of her closest friends and she didn’t want to cause a rift there but his behaviour had been out of hand and she would not tolerate that kind of display in her home and especially not to her formally invited guests. “Your mother will not be impressed by your behaviour this evening,” She warned.
Picking Harry up so that they were both on their feet, the Gryffindor still cuddled into Draco’s chest, with a protective arm around his waist as he calmed himself with deep breaths of the rich chestnut scent. There was no way that Draco was ever going to let Harry go, not now, not ever. He would rather die first than let another man bond with him. His protective Elven urges were screaming at him to eliminate the threat, to kill Blaise where he stood for what he had done but he suppressed the impulse. It may have been the Elven way of doing things but he was still half-human after all, he had to keep a certain level of decorum. It wouldn’t do to start brawling like a muggle and especially not in front of his mother and his mate.
If Blaise had had any sense in him then he would have left then and not said anything further as tempers and patience were all on the verge of breaking point. Then again he had never known when to keep his mouth shut and bow out of an argument gracefully. That just wasn’t the Zabini way. “Like I would want such a feeble submissive bonded to me anyway, he’s so puny that he’d only be good for one fuck, doubt anyone would have paid to have him, not when half the school already has for free. You’re a weak dominant, Draco, and you have a pathetic whore for a submissive! The two of you deserve each other.”
Draco lost it. Handing Harry gently over to his mother so that he wouldn’t be injured in anyway and then he lunged at the offending Slytherin. Draco’s hand going around Blaise’s throat as he forced him up against the nearest wall with enough strength behind the attack that the crystal chandelier above them shook. The blonde was growling dangerously as his grip tightened around the other boy’s throat, cutting off his oxygen supply.
“Draco, no,” Harry pleaded as he tore himself from Narcissa, not feeling comfortable enough with her to allow her to touch him. Harry had already seen enough people die because of him. He didn’t want to see anymore death, not even when it was Blaise Zabini, a man who had just attacked him. He had had enough of senseless violence to last him a lifetime, he didn’t want to bear witness to anymore. “Don’t kill him.”
“He hurt you,” Draco snarled dangerously, enough venom in his tone that Harry found himself wounded that it had been directed at him. Hearing that tone of voice coming from Draco’s lips made Harry remember their days at Hogwarts where the blonde had been a spoilt and arrogant brat. He hated to think of him in that way when so much had changed, when they had changed. Neither of them were the same now as they were then.
“I don’t care,” Harry returned, feeling and sounding a little hurt, “Let him go,” He said quietly, “Please.”
Unable to deny his mate or the pleading tone he used, Draco’s grip slackened, releasing Blaise reluctantly. Zabini gasped to regain his breath after being released, though still managing to glare at the blonde as Draco moved back over to Harry, wrapping his arms around the submissive protectively. Draco knew that their issues with Blaise were not over. His Elven wanted the other dominant dead but he couldn’t upset Harry in that way. However by allowing him to live would only cause them more problems but he couldn’t explain that now, it would take far too long. It was a conversation they would have to have at a later time when they weren’t so emotionally charged.
They had less than a month before school was due to start again and then they would be back in close confines with Blaise once more, Draco sharing a dormitory with him if they returned to their houses. Any thoughts of an easy year were dashed with this prospect. If he and Harry weren’t bonded by the time they boarded the Hogwarts express on September 1st then he would be going mad with worry every time Harry was out of his sight, fretting that he had been accosted by the other dominant Elven.
It enraged him that Harry was still trembling as he held him close. As Narcissa ushered Blaise out of the room and to the fireplace where he could floo home, Draco took his mate outside to the court yard they had been in before dinner. He needed to make sure that Harry was okay, that Blaise hadn’t seriously hurt him, emotionally or physically.
The blonde sat his mate down on a stone bench and began inspecting him, finally, after assuring that there was no blood spilt and no lasting damage done Draco knelt down in front of him, cupping each side of Harry’s face with his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the tracks that the tears had left down his cheeks while staring into the wondrously green eyes that captivated him so intensely.
“I’m sorry this happened, mon amour,” Draco said into the silence around them. “I should have protected you better.”
Harry threw his arms around Draco’s neck and held him, hating how much the blonde was blaming himself for what had happened when he had no one to blame but himself. “Don’t be sorry,” Harry mumbled into Draco’s neck, “It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have stopped him. I shouldn’t have pushed him away like I did when he touched me, I provoked him.”
Draco pulled himself away from his mate, looking at him incredulously, forcing emerald orbs to focus entirely on him. “Don’t you dare blame yourself Harry, I’m meant to be the one to protect you. You did nothing wrong tonight. Blaise overstepped his boundaries, which he had no right to do. You are too special, mon amour, he didn’t care about me, he wanted you and that was all that mattered to him.”
Leaning forward he pressed his lips against Harry’s, running his tongue across them, asking for permission to enter which was granted without hesitation. Draco would never be able to get enough of kissing Harry. He could taste treacle tart upon the Gryffindor’s tongue, the sweet taste melding with the even sweeter aroma. Both of them battled for dominance momentarily before Harry submitted willingly.
“I don’t mean to interrupt but I thought you should know that Blaise is gone,” Narcissa said from behind them. She was smiling happily at the sight before her, glad that the Zabini boy hadn’t done too much damage to the blossoming relationship between her son and Potter. She could see herself becoming rather fond of the famous wizard, especially with the loved up look he was currently wearing as their kiss broke apart.
“Thank you, mother,” Draco said testily, hating that they had been interrupted. Giving a curt nod that neither of them saw she left them to it, smiling happily to herself.
“I should go,” Harry said a little sheepishly, looking down at his lap and biting his lip subconsciously.
“Not yet,” Draco pleaded, “Please stay.”
“I need to go, I need to get my head around things,” He told the blonde honestly. His scalp was still throbbing, though he wouldn’t admit that to his boyfriend, too worried that he might go after Blaise and finish what he started. He was tired and shaken, above all else he needed to get some sleep. He had a lot to come to terms with. “But I’ll see you in a few days, you’ll be coming to the Burrow for dinner.”
“Of course, nothing could keep me away,” Draco told him truthfully. “You just tell me when I need to be there, mon amour,” The blonde said placing a chaste kiss to Harry’s lips, lingering there as long as he dared without deepening the kiss. He was desperate to keep his mate with him but he knew that he had to allow Harry time to process everything. Neither of them had expected for Blaise to act the way he did, it had shocked them both. It had brought out Draco’s protective nature and Harry’s instinct to hide away so he didn’t have to deal with it.
Draco walked Harry over to the fireplace in the entrance hall where he could use the floo network to travel back to the Burrow. Neither wanted to be parted from the other, they held hands until the very last moment, their grips impossibly tight on one another. They shared a final, parting kiss that left them both breathless before Harry stepped into the fireplace, floo powder in hand and Draco watched with a heavy heart as Harry left for the Burrow.
Harry fell out of the fireplace and into an empty living room. He was glad that the others had gone to bed. He didn’t want to answer their endless curious questions about how the evening had gone. He didn’t want to have to rehash the events or give them all the gory details. He had to think first, process everything and then perhaps he would tell them what had happened.
Wearily he climbed the stairs to bed, only pausing when he heard harsh words being hissed back and forth from a passing bedroom. He easily identified Ron and Hermione’s voices as they argued, trying to keep the volume low and too riled up with one another to remember to cast silencing charms to stop themselves from being overheard. Harry hesitated, wanting to know what had caused them to argue when they had seemed to happy earlier.
“How many times, I don’t fancy him!” Hermione hissed, her voice frustrated as if she had said the same thing several times over. She probably had knowing Ron, he never really allowed things to absorb the first few times you told him something.
“I’ve seen how you look at him, calling him hot, bet you’ve kept that damned picture from the Which Wizard article!” Ron snapped and at his words Harry’s heart sank. They were arguing about him. Ron was clearly jealous despite Hermione’s denial that quickly followed.
Feeling even worse than he had done before returning to the Burrow, Harry resumed his ascension of the stairs as quietly as he could manage to get to his bedroom where he collapsed upon the bed feeling awful. He had expected things to be bad but the evening was beyond anything he could have predicted. Now with the added horror that he was coming between his two best friends and their new romance that had been seven years in the making all he wanted to do was crawl into bed, curl up in a ball and sleep for several days.
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