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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Nine - Uncertainty
Minerva McGonagall had gladly taken up the position of Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry but she now found herself fighting off a throbbing headache as she tried to figure out what to do with the extra students. Her honouree eighth year students who she and Kingsley Shacklebolt, the new Minister for Magic, believed deserved another chance at their final year if they wanted it.
Unfortunately there wouldn’t be enough space for them all to reside in their original house dormitories. It wouldn’t be safe for them either with the likelihood of a number having come into their creature inheritance. Tillantha Zabini had already written regarding her son’s Elven inheritance and the ministry had also kept her diligently informed as well.
She scanned the list of students that had accepted the offer to return, so to sit their N.E.W.T’s appreciatively. In all honesty she hadn’t expected for there to be so many of them but it pleased her that they were willing and happy to return to the castle after the horrors of the previous year.
Neville Longbottom

Seamus Finnegan

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Dean Thomas

Ronald Weasley

Parvati Patil

Terry Boot

Michael Corner

Padma Patil

Lisa Turpin

Zacharias Smith

Laura Madley

Millicent Bullstrode

Daphne Greengrass

Draco Malfoy

Theodore Nott

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini
There were going to be nineteen extra students; seven Gryffindor’s, four Ravenclaw’s, two Hufflepuff’s and six Slytherin’s. She was thrilled to see that Harry had accepted the invitation but she hadn’t expected for so many others to as well. She sighed, resigning herself to the fact that she would have to give them their own dormitory to share. Minerva just had to hope that the war had knocked the old rivalries out of their systems. Staring at the list of names she tried desperately to try and figure out the sleeping arrangements. Her headache only increasing into a rather painful migraine the longer she thought about it, especially with the portrait of Albus Dumbledore behind her making some apparently helpful suggestions. She found herself grateful that Horace Slughorn would be returning from his holidays tomorrow and she would be able to get a headache reliever potion brewed.
HPDM
Theodore Nott grimaced as he drank the vile potion. He had been taking it ever since he had found out that his Great Uncle had been a Vampire and that he had been the lucky Nott family member to inherit that particular cursed genetic. It had skipped over several other family members and manifested unwelcomingly in him. He had not greeted the changes with open arms and as such he had been taking the potion to suppress his natural inclination for blood.
He had never thought about Vampires being born, he hadn’t thought that it was possible and yet it was. Like most wizards he had thought that the blood drinking creatures were only bitten and turned by other blood suckers; oh how wrong he had been. His Great Uncle, whom he had been named after, had been born and then upon reaching his eighteenth birthday had come into the inheritance. Just like he had now done.
His parents had instantly disowned him, just like his Great Uncle's parents had done. They were ashamed to have these particular genetics in the family. Vampires were not held in the highest regard. He was surprised that the new Headmistress of Hogwarts had even considered him worthy of attending the school now he was what he was. He had of course informed her of his condition but Minerva McGonagall had been more than gracious about his circumstances.
Theodore Nott had expected for everyone to react the same way that the rest of his family had and turned their backs on him, rejecting him for the monster that he had become. He hadn’t been expecting for Hogwarts, of all places, to be the one place that he could turn to when he had no place else to go; especially after the war that had raged there. The Headmistress however had been gracious enough to happily allow him to return, as long as he continued to take his potion to suppress the urge to drink blood. It gave him a regular human appetite. This was particularly fortunate given he didn’t want the entire student population to know his secret.
He just counted himself lucky that he didn’t have an aversion to sunlight, something that would have been much more difficult to conceal. He would, of course, have to avoid everything and anything with even the faintest trace of garlic in it but that was doable, especially with Headmistress McGonagall giving the house elves strict instructions not to serve it anywhere near him. It had surprised him the kindness that he had been shown, considering that witches and wizards were supposedly very fearful of Vampires. He was just glad that he got to keep his magic; some turned Vampires didn’t or so he had read. He had been doing a lot of reading as of late.
It had been a long and difficult decision to make, in regards to whether he should return to Hogwarts or not. He had originally felt as though he didn’t really belong there, that he didn’t really belong anywhere. He had wanted to go in search of his Great Uncle, who was supposedly living in Romania now. However something niggling in the back of his mind had made him decide not to travel in search of the only family that would have accepted him. Something about that school called him back and he didn’t quite know what it was.
It was almost as if he knew that there was something there waiting for him, someone. It was an odd feeling, a pull of sorts. He just knew that he had to be there come the 1st of September. His Great Uncle could wait for another year while he finished his magical education. In the meantime, while he waited for the start of term he would keep reading every book about vampires that he could get his hands on so that he could discover what this pull towards the castle could mean for him.
HPDM
Three days after the rather eventful dinner at Malfoy Manor, and the overheard argument between Ron and Hermione, Harry and Draco hadn’t been in contact with one another. It wasn’t through lack of want or desire from either party but rather that Harry had needed some time and space to digest. What Blaise had done terrified him, he worried that one day Draco too would find the need to punish him, as the book said that dominants would occasionally do if the behaviour of the submissive was not desirable. Deep down Harry knew that he should talk to Draco about his fears rather than worrying over them alone but every time he had put quill to parchment he had stalled, lost for words.
He had been distant with his friends too and not only because of the argument that he had overheard, though that was part of it. They had all been keen to know what had happened but he just wasn’t ready to talk about it. Even Ron, who Harry had suspected might give him the cold shoulder, seemed eager to know all of the details. When he hadn’t started ignoring him, Harry realised that Ron’s issues were with Hermione and not him. However this realisation didn’t make him feel much better about the whole situation. Harry refused to mention the argument or to get involved with it at all; they were still together, at least for the moment, and they seemed to be trying to work through their issues. Harry didn’t think that Hermione could seriously have a crush on him, they were like siblings. He felt awful that he had come between them, however unintentionally.
They all wanted to know what had happened at Malfoy Manor to make Harry withdraw from them so much. They could all guess that it hadn’t gone well; especially when he had locked his bedroom door, with several locking charms, so that he wouldn’t be disturbed throughout the three days that he had been back and refused to talk to them. They had all noticed the absence of the Malfoy family owl delivering letters as well which made them assume the worst. They worried that Draco or Narcissa had done something to hurt him, whether emotionally or physically, and this made them bay for blood. However it was Hermione’s logical voice that had calmed them, saying that they should get all the facts before they went and did something stupid and reckless. They needed to talk to Harry, at the very least, and hear what had happened. Then if it was what they feared then they would be able to plot a suitable revenge, which she would more than happily help with. They would be able to come up with a punishment to suit the crime.
Ron was at breaking point at the end of the third day, ready to go off and kick down the front door of Malfoy Manor and demand an explanation, no matter what his girlfriend said or how logical her words were. Therefore it was perhaps more than a little fortunate that Harry reappeared that evening for dinner before Ron had the chance to escape the keen eye of his mother and go off to the manor like a vigilante seeking justice.
After the meal, where Harry had only been able to stomach less than a quarter of it, his three friends accosted him rather forcefully, dragging him into the sitting room and forcing him to sit down on the sofa before he could disappear upstairs again. They weren’t going to let him get away with hiding in his room any longer. Harry had spent months brooding in solitude and silence at the beginning of the summer, they had only just got their friend back, they were not about to lose him again now. They were not about to let him go down the path of depression and brooding angst again if they could help it. The battle had taken its toll on all of them and they were all grieving but at some point they had to move on with their lives. They had to keep living, they would never forget those that had given their lives so that they could enjoy their freedom but they would have to move on and continue living because if they didn’t then they would have died for nothing.
Harry looked between his three friends tirelessly, he’d been skipping most of his meals, sneaking down in the dead of night to nibble at leftovers, a trick he had learnt while living at the Dursley’s, and all of it done to avoid confrontations like this one. However he had been too hungry to do that this evening, his body craving the sustenance that only a full meal would give him and this was the price he had to pay for that. He was nowhere near ready to divulge all the details, he had been working hard to forget about what had happened that horrible evening, he had been trying desperately to remember all the good things about being with Draco rather than focusing on the bad. Everything had happened so quickly and he was still struggling to catch up.
“What did he do?” Ron asked at once, his tone demanding answers and as usual he had jumped to conclusions. Really he was just looking for any good reason to break the truce with the Slytherin’s and pummel Malfoy into next week. He had a lot of pent up frustrations over his failing relationship with Hermione, whom he loved dearly, and he was more than willing to take it all out on the blonde ferret.
“Draco didn’t do anything,” Harry said quickly with a sigh, realising that he had no choice now, he would have to tell them what happened. He could see that perhaps keeping his friends in the dark about that night had not been the right thing to do. He knew the prejudice that they all held against the Malfoy family, it hadn’t crossed his mind that they might jump to the wrong conclusions when he had come home confused and upset. However much he wasn’t ready to tell them about what Blaise had done, he really didn’t want them thinking badly of Draco either, not when he had done nothing but protect him, even though his methods were not exactly savoury or ones that Harry could approve of. “He was actually the perfect gentleman, he even protected me and defended me.” Harry explained to them and watched as his three friends visibly relaxed a little.
“Protect and defend you from what exactly?” Ginny asked, “From the way you’ve been moping around it’s like he broke your heart.” She had been just as enraged as her brother when Harry had returned from Malfoy Manor, miserable and troubled. Harry was family, no one could deny it and no one messed with their family without paying a high price.
Looking between his friends he tried to think of any reason, no matter how pathetic, so that he wouldn’t have to tell them everything, he wondered if he would even get away with leaving some of it out. However, from their keen gazes, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to escape from them without an uphill struggle that he just didn’t have the energy for. He would relinquish the information as quickly as he could to get it over with, like ripping off a plaster, fast and extremely painful but only for a few seconds before the pain ebbed.
“Blaise Zabini turned up for dinner as well,” Harry began after taking in a deep steadying breath where he ran his hands through his thick raven hair, his friends too used to the pointed ears to be surprised when they caught sight of them under the dark locks.
“He’s in our year, a Slytherin,” Hermione stated flatly and Harry nodded to confirm that she was thinking of the right person. She had wisely kept quiet until then. Things between her and Ron were still a little tense and she didn’t want to push it with being overly friendly with Harry, however much it pained her to ease off a little. She had no romantic feelings for Harry, for that she was sure, Ron was jealous over nothing and being ridiculous about it too but she didn’t want to lose him over something so stupid. It would just take some time to convince her red-headed boyfriend exactly how ridiculous he was being.
“He’s apparently a dominant Elven too,” Harry explained to them, “Seemingly very proud of it too. He doesn’t even bother to try and hide his ears.” He was fidgeting and avoiding looking directly at any of them. He resented the fact that he had to go through it all again, relive the night where he had been humiliated; pushed into remembering that despite the bravado of his reputation and status in the wizarding world he wasn’t unbeatable. Not even with his new inheritance, which if anything made him weaker. He hated the fact that he hadn’t been able to defend himself against Blaise Zabini, who was no where near as powerful as Voldemort. However Harry had to often bitterly remind himself that the defeat of the Dark Lord had not been achieved through his greatness or even his power, it had been luck. Nothing more and nothing less than pure dumb luck. He wasn’t great or amazing, he was just a freak of nature and that became more profound and more noticeable with every year that he remained alive.
“So what exactly happened?” Ginny asked, desperate to know if she needed to hunt down and kill the Zabini boy for hurting the Gryffindor golden boy. She would have willingly done it for him too, after all she loved him; she’d do almost anything for Harry, which included threatening, maiming and killing pompous Slytherin bastards who thought they could get away with hurting him. She stood staring at Harry, imploring him to continue, her arms folded across her chest, accentuating her breasts.
“I’m guessing they started fighting over him,” Hermione said when Harry wasn’t forthcoming with information. The Weasley’s had tensed, both on edge. The other witch however wasn’t as wound up as the other two, waiting patiently for Harry to explain and encouraging him to do so rather than plotting any revenge she might like to have taken on anyone that might like to hurt her friend.
Harry nodded at her, showing that she was indeed, once again, correct and that they had fought over him but tentatively he added, “That happened afterwards,” to show them that that was not the whole story. He grimaced with the remembered pain of Blaise’s fist clenching around his hair, pulling at his scalp which still ached. The morning after he had had such a bad headache that he hadn’t wanted to move from his bed at all. Even now, three days on his scalp was a little sore from what had happened. He wasn’t about to tell his friends this yet, that particular piece of information he would gladly keep to himself.
“After what?” Ron encouraged, his arms too coming up to be folded across his chest. There was an unfriendly look in his eyes but Harry knew that it was not directed at him, though it still made him feel rather uncomfortable nonetheless. Harry was feeling rather agitated under their expectant looks; he hadn’t wanted to go into this at all. He was beginning to feel a little defensive as they urged him to continue. He had to quickly suppress the feeling, not wanting to snap at them when it wasn’t their fault. He couldn’t really blame them for their concern when they had every right to feel that way.
“Well, Blaise went to touch me, his fingers brushed against my ears which are actually really sensitive right now. I told him not to touch me and pushed his hand away. He didn’t take that too well so he grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me to the ground on my knees,” Harry said feeling utterly humiliated as he recounted the events of that evening. He was the saviour of the wizarding world, he’d defeated Voldemort and he couldn’t even save himself from the likes of Blaise Zabini. It hurt his pride and his ego to admit to them that he had needed his boyfriend to protect him from a mere student. He should have been stronger, he should have been able to take care of himself by now.
His friends however all listened to him eagerly, not judging him in the slightest and none of them believing him to be weaker for making this admittance. They never would, they would always support him no matter what but Harry just didn’t have that confidence himself anymore. Horrified looks had passed between Ron, Ginny and Hermione as they heard what Blaise had done to him.
“He was trying to make me submit to him,” Harry finished quietly, his gaze focused on his knees, which he had brought up into himself, curling himself into a ball on the sofa, wanting to feel as small and unnoticeable as he possibly could.
“Malfoy did nothing to stop this?” Ron asked, furious and still looking for an excuse to punch Draco in the face, something he had always wanted to do, ever since Hermione had slapped him when they were in their third year. Harry gave his friend a pointed look that clearly told him to calm down. He was in no frame of mind for Ron or his mood swings right now. Harry didn’t want anyone blaming Draco for anything, especially when it wasn’t his fault.
“There was nothing he could do until Blaise let go of me, he tried, he wanted to protect me. He defended me when Blaise demanded I learn my place as a submissive. When he did finally let me go Draco just held me, it was wonderful. It felt so safe in his arms until …”
“Until …” Ginny coaxed, knowing it was coming and hating it. Her fists were clenched at the thought of Harry being subjected to something like that. If she could have wrapped her hands around Blaise’s neck and chocked the life from him then she would have done. Ginny had no idea how close to doing this Draco had actually come.
“Blaise called Draco a weak dominant and me a pathetic whore of a submissive. I guess Draco saw red and just lost it. He went for Blaise and I knew he meant to kill him for what he’d done to me and what he said.” Harry once again became unable to look at any of them as he told them what his boyfriend had done. They were all aware of his distaste of violence and death. He had been through enough of that kind of thing and now the war was over he didn’t want to have to suffer through anymore. He would have happily travelled blissfully through the rest of his life without having to see anyone else die.
“Did he succeed?” Hermione asked in shock, wondering if this had been the reason for why Harry was so upset. She could understand why something like that would have scared him. She too hated the idea of anymore fighting, no matter how trivial the battle might have been. The slur of mudblood still ached where it had been brutally carved upon her arm. Whatever magic Bellatrix had used while torturing her wasn’t about to let itself be forgotten, not even with the foul witches body now cold and rotting in a magically sealed tomb of an undisclosed location along with the remains of Voldemort and their more vile deatheaters whom no one had claimed, which was most of them.
Harry however shook his head in the negative, “I stopped him but killing him was Draco’s intent. If I hadn’t asked him to stop then he wouldn’t have.” Harry explained to them, he hated knowing that Draco was capable of killing for him. He knew that dominants were very protective of their submissive but this was already too much. Draco was already prepared to take another life in order to protect him and they hadn’t even come close to solidifying their bond, something that Harry was nowhere near ready to do. The fact that the blonde was already happy to have blood upon his hands showed the Gryffindor just how intense and passionate the relationship could potentially become if allowed to run its cause. Something that Harry was fretting over seeing as it had been three days since they had spoken, or written, a single word to one another.
Once their bond was solidified and the two of them were for all intents and purposes, married then the urge Draco had to protect him would only intensify. Merlin forbid if they ever decided to start a family and he actually fell pregnant. To Harry it just didn’t bare thinking about; plus there was also no point worry about something like that when it was so far into the future that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. He was already on overload from everything, he wasn’t sure he could cope with anything else. Though he did have to admit that it hurt him a little that Draco hadn’t tried to make contact with him at all in the past three days. He missed their letters, their confessions to one another and he wanted it back.
“Have you heard from him at all since this happened?” Hermione asked him kindly, coming to sit beside him on the sofa. Harry shook his head, receding into himself even more as he rested his forehead upon his knees, hating that there were tears welling up in his eyes and not wanting for his friends to see this burst of weakness. “Have you tried to contact him?” Again Harry shook his head without looking up.
“I miss him,” Harry muttered, knowing how pathetic he sounded. It was his Elven side that missed Draco, craving the love and protection of the dominant, at least that was what Harry was telling himself. Being apart from him for such a long period of time bothered him more than he would have liked. It was his human side that was bloody terrified. “It’s all going so fast and it scares me. He almost killed a man for touching me, for calling me names. How are we going to manage at school? With the publicity and the other students, no one is going to leave me alone. How is Draco going to cope without killing off half the school?”
“Do you want to be with Draco?” Ginny asked him, looking at Harry imploringly as she came to sit down on his other side. The two girls encompassed him, attempting to console him in the only way they knew how. They both knew the anguish of a broken heart.
Harry considered this question for a moment, searching for the answer in his heart where it felt that the two sides of himself were at war. His wizard side and his Elven side however didn’t seem to be that different to one another. It was more a battle for dominance than anything else. Harry however found that he didn’t really need to search very hard to know the answer to this question because he already knew the answer if he was truly honest with himself. It didn’t matter if he was more wizard or Elven, he knew how he felt where Draco was concerned.
“Yes,” He said with certainty. Hermione and Ginny smiled at him. Ron however did not, he still wanted to murder Blaise Zabini or at least maim him for doing what he did to Harry. Though part of the anger that Ron felt, though it was only a fraction of it, was because of Hermione being so close to Harry. He believed strongly that Hermione preferred Harry to him, though she had proved time and time again that this wasn’t the case. They shared a bed night after night, they murmured that they loved one another.
Of course they bickered but then they always had. It just lacked the passion and the warmth that they had once had, before they had become a couple. He loved her and he always would, hell he would fight for her with his last breath but he couldn’t help being jealous over her and his best friend who was so much more than him. Ron knew that it was illogical seeing as Harry was very clearly gay but that didn’t matter at all to the red head. His jealousy was irrational and he knew it but that didn’t stop him from feeling it.
HPDM
“Fuck,” Blaise growled as he thrust himself roughly into Daphne who writhed beneath him in pleasure, pushing herself into him with each deliberately rough movement. Zabini didn’t care who he fucked, men and women were no different as long as he was able to dominate them and he had been doing just that with Daphne Greengrass for a little over two months now.
He spilt his seed into her, his fingers grasping her slender hips in a bruising grip as he filled her. She gasped, throwing her head back as she reached her own completion. She had only come here to talk to Blaise, try and make him see reason when it came to the damned hero, Harry Potter. She hadn’t been expecting this but she didn’t resent it either. She rather enjoyed Blaise’s company even if sex was all she was to him. She wasn’t a naive Hufflepuff, she could handle no strings attached sex.
He collapsed breathless and sweaty beside her as they regained their composure in silence. She knew the drill, they would remain like this until he decided that it was time to talk and not before. She had learnt that lesson the hard way and wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, especially not when the glamour to hide the bruising had taken so much effort to maintain.
“I’m going to destroy that bastard whore of a submissive for refusing me,” Blaise growled somewhat violently. Daphne sighed, hoping that they could have at least waited until they were fully clothed to discuss Harry bloody Potter and not languishing naked on a sofa. “Malfoy too, he is far too high and mighty, he needs to be taken down a peg or two.”
“I agree with you when it comes to Potter,” She said cautiously, all too aware of Blaise’s temper and the damage that he could do when riled up, “But why not leave Draco, maybe I’ll be able to talk some sense into him.”
“You can try but you didn’t see the way he protected Potter, fucking almost killed me,” Blaise spat as he rolled off the sofa and got to his feet. He grabbed for his trousers and pulled them on. Daphne taking her cue started to grope for her own clothing. She wasn’t modest at all, she knew how good she looked with and without clothes but she had no intention of staying vulnerable and exposed to him when he was in this kind of mood.
“Let me go and talk to him,” She said as she too stood up, encircling her arms around his waist, kissing the nape of his neck, trying to calm him. “He has been our friend for too many years, I am sure he wouldn’t choose Potter over us.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Blaise said bitterly as he shrugged her off and pulled on his t-shirt. “I’m going to make them both suffer. Draco won’t be able to keep his precious submissive once the council find out about him. I’ll tell the whole fucking world about how special their little hero is. He won’t be able to move for all the people trying to get a piece of him.”
“If that is what you feel is best,” She said with a sigh realising that she wouldn’t be able to convince Blaise of anything with the mood he was in. Dressing quickly she added, “I’ll go and talk to Draco tomorrow, see if I can’t make him see sense. You do what you feel is for the best.”
HPDM
Three days had passed and Draco was fretting. He hadn’t heard from Harry at all. Logically he knew that he had to be at the Burrow with the Weasley’s and therefore in no danger but not having heard from heard from him at all meant that he was worrying regardless and struggling to sleep because of it. He respected that Harry needed to gain a little distance after what had happened so to digest it but it had been three sodding days and Draco’s patience was wearing thin. He had even found himself snapping at his mother when she tried to reassure him.
Now Narcissa avoided him, spending her time in the library just as she had when Lucius had been in one of his towering tempers. Draco didn’t hold a candle to the foul moods his father used to get himself into but she had enough experiencing dealing with them to know that it was for the best to just leave her son be until he had calmed down.
Daphne Greengrass however had not been forewarned about Draco’s insidious mood, though she had predicted the state she might find him in after talking to Blaise the previous day. Personally she couldn’t see why the two of them were bothering with Potter so much, sure she could admit that he was attractive but far too much hassle than he was worth. According to rumour he was far too easy to get into bed, desperate to be loved according to a few. She would not lower herself to fancying him that was for sure and she personally thought that Blaise and Draco were just acting like spoilt children who both wanted the same toy. This was why she needed to talk to Draco.
She needed to understand what was going on with him. After all he and Blaise had always been the best of friends, she wouldn’t let one attractive, pain in the arse, Gryffindor come between them. No matter how famous he was.
A house elf summoned Draco from his bedroom after dinner that evening, informing him that a guest awaited is arrival in the sitting room. Seeing as the timid creature had failed to inform him who his guest was, hope had flared in him that it might be Harry. Disappointment settled in his stomach when he saw Daphne, resenting her for getting his hopes up. He needed to see Harry, no one else was going to be able to relax him.
“Oh it’s you,” Draco greeted her coldly, unimpressed with the sight of his friend. His arms had immediately folded defensively across his chest and he had then glared at her unwelcomingly. He wanted her under no misconceptions regarding the mood that he was in and what he thought of her showing up unannounced when he had been content to wallow in self-pity in his room thinking only of Harry.
“It’s nice to see you too,” Daphne said with heavy sarcasm. “Are you expecting company this evening or just hoping that Potter might turn up?” She asked with a callous Slytherin sneer that caused Draco to glower at her with distaste, his mood only worsening with her spiteful words.
“What is it you want Daphne?” Draco asked, already tiring of her presence; he was in no mood for company. He wanted to go back to his bedroom where he could freely brood over Harry without interruption or judgement. His mother understood this, why couldn’t Daphne?
“I want you and Blaise to forget about this Potter nonsense. The two of you have been friends for too long to let a man come between you, especially not boy wonder,” She said, the distaste rolling off her tongue as she spoke Harry’s surname that made Draco tense. He didn’t like the tone she had used, his protective instincts fuelling the need to defend his mate even though he wasn’t here.
“It would be advisable for you not to speak badly of Harry in front of me,” Draco warned her, he was in no mood to be told what to do and especially not but the likes of her. She was really beginning to try his limited patience.
Daphne just sighed, “Look, I’ve read the books, I know about Elven kind, you aren’t like Veela or Vampires, you don’t have one true mate that you are drawn to and are forced to spend the rest of your life with. It isn’t going to kill you not to be with Potter. Move on, find someone else who doesn’t cause you so much aggravation. I’m warning you Draco, if you continue on this path then you won’t have any friends left. None of us want to see you with him.”
“Do you think it bothers me what you think? Do you believe that I’m unaware of anything you’ve just told me because I assure you I’m more than aware,” Draco snapped at her hatefully. It was taking all of his self-control not to completely lose his grip on his temper. She was pushing him too far and he wouldn’t be held responsible for his actions if she inadvertently said the wrong thing. His dominant Elven did not appreciate her speaking poorly of his mate.
“Do you care at all then?” She asked him sternly, “You can do so much better than Potter. I don’t care how rare a male submissive is to Elven kind, you can still do better than him. You don’t want to end up with that Gryffindor forever. The novelty of him will wear off, you’ll grow bored and then you’ll have nothing. Stuck with a mate who you don’t love, with no friends and if you get him pregnant you’ll be stuck resenting the children as well. Is that what you want?” She asked him, determined to make him see reason. Daphne didn’t want to lose Draco as a friend but she would stand by Blaise and whatever decision he made because he was her lover. She liked Draco, they were friends and had been for a long time but she knew where her loyalties lay. She would not be seen as being in league with those Gryffindor’s with their hero-complex and need to save the day at every given opportunity. The very thought of it made her shudder with revulsion.
“You assume that like Blaise I’m after Harry for his fame, his status and his rarity. Have you even stopped to consider that perhaps those are none of the reasons I desire him?” Draco questioned her heatedly, ready to lash out at her for her harsh words. “Maybe I want him for more … Gryffindor reasons than Slytherin?”
“This isn’t going to end well,” Daphne warned him, “Blaise is baying for blood after what you did to him. He told me that you almost killed him! When I left him yesterday he was talking about writing to the Elven council and exposing Harry’s existence to the press. He wants revenge for what you did.” She disregarded Malfoy’s comment, she didn’t believe that Blaise liked Potter at all. He wanted him only so that he may further himself, gain advantage and standing. There was no lust, no feelings, those were reserved for her and her alone. Love was for muggles and the weak minded, she would never catch herself falling in something as incapacitating as love.
Draco growled, “Let him try.” Daphne could so nothing but shake her head in disbelief at the way her friend was behaving, The two of them were going to tear each other apart before the school year was over and all because of Harry bloody Potter. It only made her hatred of the saviour intensify. If Draco couldn’t see reason then she was going to help Blaise bring about Harry Potter’s downfall. Then, when Draco came crawling back to them, they would see how high and mighty he really was.
An owl arrived for Draco a few hours later after Daphne had left. His heart had soared at the sight of Harry’s pure black owl as it swept gracefully into his bedroom window, dropping a letter on to his lap, landing on the back of the chair majestically and began primping its feathers. Draco had been tucked up in bed reading one of his new school books in a vain attempt at keeping his frantic mind otherwise occupied. He needed a distraction, something, anything that wasn’t related to Harry Potter. Though it hadn’t exactly worked as he had been reading the same sentence for the past ten minutes and still hadn’t taken anything in.
He grabbed at the letter as if he was dying of starvation and it was the only sustenance he had seen in weeks. His mother would have been appalled at his lack of self-control and decorum, she would have been it as a plebeian display, not befitting the Malfoy name. It was a good thing she wasn’t present to bear witness to her son’s hysterical clawing as he ripped open the envelope, scanning the contents of the letter greedily.
Draco

Please come to dinner at the Burrow tomorrow night for 6pm, if you come via floo the password is Phoenix. I still want to try if you do.

Harry
It was short and to the point but it held hope. Harry still wanted to try and that alone made Draco feel lighter and more at ease about the situation than he had in the last three days. They still had so much to talk about and work through but they both wanted to try and that was the important thing. Draco cared very little what his friends thought. They’d all known each other since they were babes in arms thanks to their mothers. Purebloods liked to keep things pure after all and would snobbishly only allow their children, even new-borns, to socialise with other respectable pure-blooded children.
Draco very much doubted that he would have been friends with anyone of them if it hadn’t been forced upon him by his mother. He really didn’t care if they all turned their backs on him because of his inclination to date half-blood, saviour of the wizarding world Harry Potter. He was too unique, too special to pass up. He was also an amazing person without any of that. He had given up the ridiculous notion of blood status when he had watched his Aunt Bellatrix torture Hermione Granger, carving the slur mudblood on to her skin. It was in that moment that he had realised that the old ways of thinking needed to die out. He could have easily married into the Parkinson or Greengrass family, and kept the blood lines pure, but he didn’t want that. He wanted Harry. It was a yearning desire that he couldn’t escape and didn’t want to either.
He very much looked forward to the day that he would finally be able to claim Harry James Potter as his own, solidifying the bond and ensuring that no other would ever come near him in that way again. Once he had claimed him as his bonded mate he would proudly show him off to the world, love him and treasure him until the end of their days. He would give him everything he wanted, a home, a family, love and respect. He would treasure the young man, loving him with every fibre of his being. He would prove his so called friends wrong. Harry Potter wasn’t a novelty to Draco, he was a gift, sent from Merlin to save him.
As Draco drifted off to sleep that night, content in the knowledge that he hadn’t lost his boyfriend after his and Blaise’s face off as dominants, he couldn’t help but imagine Harry’s blissed out face beneath him as he pleasured his mate. He thought fondly of how stunning Harry would look, his belly rounded with child, his child. Oh how he desired to see that, how he would treasure his little mate and the children that he bore. His mind swirled deliciously with the thoughts of doting upon them all, spoiling them with love and affection. He would leave no room for doubt or uncertainty, especially not where his love for them was concerned. He would give them everything, if they asked for the world then that would be given without question. There was nothing that Draco Malfoy wouldn’t do for his boyfriend and the future they would have together.
HPDM
Hermione couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. She was lying in her bed in Ginny’s room, not sure if she wanted to go to Ron tonight. She always slept in his room with him and she liked it. Feeling him as he encased his arms around her made her feel safe and warm, a feeling that she could not take for granted since the war. However she couldn’t explain the emptiness in her chest when she spent time with him, it was as if something was missing, though she couldn’t explain what.
It felt almost as if Ron wasn’t enough, which was a ridiculous thought. She had after all loved the awkward gangly boy for seven years now, she had dreamed about him falling in love with her too, about them getting married, having children and being together until they were old and grey. They had fought a war side by side and sure it was the extreme circumstances of this that had thrown them together but surely they were supposed to be a couple regardless of how they had come to be that way.
Ron had become jealous over the fact that she could suddenly appreciate how attractive Harry was, but that didn’t mean that she felt that way about him. They were friends, they were more than that, they were family. However she knew that her boyfriend had always had a few jealousy, and probably a few inadequacy, issues as well, when it came to Harry Potter. It wasn’t Harry that he had to worry about though, it was the hollow feeling in her chest that should have concerned him. It probably would have done as well if she had confided in him about it.
Something was missing in their relationship. Hermione couldn’t even tell what it was but she knew that something was absent. It wasn’t even Ron that was the problem, it was something else entirely. She knew it wasn’t a muggle feeling either, this was magical. There was something pulling her away from him, telling her that he wasn’t right for her. It was her stubbornness that kept her with Ron. Hermione had loved the great oaf of a man for seven years, she wasn’t going to give up on him now just because of a stupid unexplained feeling. Not when she didn’t even know what it meant. It could mean absolutely nothing so she was determined to keep it to herself and fight tooth and nail to keep her relationship with Ron strong and happy.
HPDM
It had taken three entire days to figure out the headache that was the eighth years students and their sleeping arrangements. Minerva however had finally done it; with, of course, the help of several headache reliever potions from Horace Slughorn and the inane chattering of one rather eccentric former Headmaster. If the old rivalries couldn’t be set aside then there would be trouble but as long as the eighteen year olds didn’t kill each other then she was sure it would be fine. She had discussed it at length with the portrait of Albus Dumbledore and he had thought it a marvellous idea to put them all together, even giving his own suggestions on who should share a room with whom, but then he had always had a wicked streak and rather enjoyed his meddling ways.
With four students to a bedroom, aside from one room which only had three, Minerva had managed to organise everyone in a way she hoped would keep disagreements to a minimum, apart from one room, which Dumbledore had adamantly insisted stay the way it was, believing it would be a fantastic idea to have Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in the same room. She had a sneaking suspicion that Albus Dumbledore knew something that he wasn’t sharing. This of course irritated her greatly, Minerva McGonagall however knew to trust the scheming elderly wizard despite her misgivings even when he was only in portrait form.
Scanning over the list that had been so painstakingly made she was finally satisfied. Only three weeks until school resumed and she was already fretting over it. Her only comfort being that it couldn’t be as bad as last year.
Bedroom One

Hermione Granger – Gryffindor (no inheritance reported)

Daphne Greengrass – Slytherin (no inheritance reported)

Lisa Turpin – Ravenclaw (Veela)

Parvati Patil – Gryffindor (No inheritance reported)
Bedroom Two

Padma Patil – Ravenclaw (No inheritance reported)

Pansy Parkinson – Slytherin (No inheritance reported)

Laura Madley – Hufflepuff (no inheritance reported)

Millicent Bullstrode – Slytherin (Elven)
Bedroom Three

Seamus Finnegan – Gryffindor (no inheritance reported)

Dean Thomas – Gryffindor (no inheritance reported)

Zacharias Smith – Hufflepuff (werewolf – Wolfsbane potion being taken)

Blaise Zabini – Slytherin (Elven)
Bedroom Four

Neville Longbottom – Gryffindor (no inheritance reported)

Michael Corner – Ravenclaw (no inheritance reported)

Theodore Nott – Slytherin (Vampire – suppressant potion being taken)
Bedroom Five

Harry Potter – Gryffindor (Elven)

Draco Malfoy – Slytherin (Elven)

Terry Boot – Ravenclaw (Elven)

Ron Weasley – Gryffindor (no inheritance reported)
Minerva groaned, so far to her knowledge she had five Elven creatures, one Vampire, one Werewolf and a Veela to contend with. She had known that the war would have put a lot of stress on the young students, enough to activate the dormant creature genes but she hadn’t expected for so many of them to return to Hogwarts.
Poor Zacharias Smith had been bitten during the final battle of Hogwarts by Fenrir Greyback and turned into a Werewolf and Minerva had already ensured that the safety measures that Remus Lupin had had were put into place for Smith to return without putting anyone in danger. She couldn’t very well not allow him to return when it was not his fault that he had been infected. Theodore Nott too deserved a chance to complete his magical education and it was not for her to judge them. Minerva had no prejudice in regards to half-breeds or the mixing of the blood with magical creatures. If anything she encouraged it and having so many of them returning proudly to the schools he hoped that it might encourage a higher level of tolerance.
After everything Potter had been through it hadn’t surprised the headmistress in the slightest that he too had found himself coming into the creature inheritance . She found herself feeling sorry for the poor child more than any other returning student, even Smith and Nott. Harry already had so much to contend with. Though with so many of her students including Harry become Elven she would have to refresh her memory on the subject as what she knew was a little outdated.
She would have to inform the rest of the school about some students having coming to creature inheritance but she wouldn’t be specific as it wasn’t her business to be divulging that information to everyone. Most creatures had the urge to find a mate and once found the creatures were very protective of them and could potentially be dangerous if antagonized, which she knew could be easily done. This year might not have been as violent or as dangerous as the one before but it wasn’t going to be straight forward either.
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