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Golden Silence	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36124 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

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October 31, 1991

Halloween had always been a bad day. Since he was a 15 month old baby and had lost his parents, Halloween had been bad. Something always happened. This year was no different.

Harry huddled in the stall of the dungeon bathroom, tears falling down his face. He should’ve known that life couldn’t stay perfect, that he would mess up and his mates wouldn’t want him anymore. He shuddered as more tears fell. Everything was his fault. He shouldn’t have tried arguing with Draco, he should’ve just listened. But Draco was being so scary! He couldn’t help it!

Was it really his fault that he didn’t want to go exploring the forbidden corridor with Draco? The Headmaster had said it was forbidden, almost like he was tempting the students to go up there. But Harry wouldn’t do it. It was dark in that corridor and when Harry did things his uncle told him not to do, he always got in trouble.

When Draco had grabbed him and shook him, telling him that no mate of a Malfoy was afraid of a simple corridor, it had scared him. Draco was already so much taller than he was, and his blonde mate had loomed over him, yelling at him and telling him how worthless he was because he was afraid. As soon as Draco had let go of him, Harry had ran, taking off towards the dungeons and Professor Snape’s rooms. But he didn’t know the password to Professor Snape’s personal rooms, so he’d ran to the closest bathroom, hiding in the farthest stall from the door, crying.

His mate didn’t want him. Draco thought that he was worthless, that he was unfit to be the mate of a Malfoy. Draco hated him. Harry curled up against the wall of the bathroom stall, shaking. Professor Snape had said nothing bad would happen if one of his mates rejected him, but Harry had never hurt this badly before in his life. He couldn’t stop shaking or crying.

Draco had been the mate closest to him, the one who sat next to him in all of his classes, the one who protected him from bullies like Ron Weasley. Draco was his best friend. To hear Draco say all those horrible things had made Harry feel like dirt, like he wasn’t worthy of love. But he should’ve known that. Uncle Vernon had been telling him that all his life, after all.

*The Great Hall*

“Draco, where is Harry?”

The blonde looked up from the gouges he was making in the Slytherin table and scowled at his oldest mate, shrugging. “Dun know. He ran off.”

“Why did he run off, Draco?”

“Cuz he’s a baby.”

Charlie growled, pulling Draco’s chin up to look into the blonde’s eyes. “Draco, what did you say to him?”

Before Draco could answer, the doors to the Great Hall opened and Professor Quirrell stood there, panting. “T-troll! In the dungeons!” The professor looked up at the High Table and met the Headmaster’s eyes before he fainted, collapsing on the floor.

The Headmaster stood, ordering the students to return to their common rooms and ushering the teachers to follow him towards the dungeons. Draco remained at the table, staring down at it. When Charlie tried to grab him and drag him to Professor Snape’s rooms, Draco looked up at his oldest mate, shame burning in his eyes.

“Charlie, Harry ran off towards the dungeons.”

*In the Bathroom*

Harry sniffed. His tears had finally started calming. He opened the stall, moving out of it slowly. All of a sudden, the bathroom door opened. Harry stepped back, thinking that maybe his mates had come to find him. When he looked up and saw the ugly monster that had entered the room, Harry screamed.

The troll looked over at him, his club swinging out, hitting the top of the stalls. Harry screamed again, ducking back into the stall, hiding from the troll as it lumbered further into the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do, how to protect himself. He just wanted to get away, for the troll to leave him alone. He could feel his magic lashing out around him, trying to protect him from the monster.

When Harry didn’t hear any more noises, he peeked up from behind the toilet, staring in shock. The troll was floating in the air. Just as Harry was about to run out of the bathroom, Professor Snape ran in, sliding to a stop. He stared up at the floating troll in shock before he grabbed Harry and held the boy to him.

“You stupid, foolish boy, you could have been killed. What were you doing down here alone? Where are your mates?”

Harry made a muffled whimpering noise as he burrowed into the professor’s shoulder, crying. “Draco! Draco doesn’t want me. He rejected me. And I don’t know your password! I ran, and then- the troll! It attacked!”

The professor held Harry close to him, rubbing his back awkwardly. When he heard a gasp from the doorway, he looked up and sighed in relief as Charlie, Cedric, and Draco entered the bathroom, Hagrid lumbering in behind them.

The three mates joined the professor, each of them reaching out to touch Harry, to comfort him. When Draco’s hand landed on Harry’s back, the boy flinched, jumping out of the professor’s arms and scurrying away from his Veela. He looked up at his mates in fear, shaking as he tried to stay as far away from Draco as possible.

Hagrid, all but forgotten until this moment, stared at the troll in shock. “‘Eadmaster, I swear, Billy did’t mean no ‘arm. ‘E’s really a friendly troll. I thought maybe Professor Kettleburn might like ‘im, to teach ‘is classes about. I left ‘im in my ‘ut, I did. ‘E couldn’t ‘ave ‘urt a fly. ‘Armless, ‘e is.”

Charlie turned from where he was trying to coax Harry into his arms and growled at the giant, standing up. “You let that creature onto school grounds. You let a dangerous creature near my mate. He could have killed Harry! You foolish oaf! You should be fired! That thing could have killed Harry! Your foolishness could have killed Harry Potter!”

Charlie turned back around and gathered Harry into his arms, murmuring reassurances into his mate’s ear. He looked at Draco and Cedric and motioned for them to follow him, storming out of the bathroom and to Professor Snape’s rooms, leading all of his mates into their bedroom and slamming the door. Once he had settled on the bed, Harry safely in his arms, Charlie looked up at Draco, staring at the blonde.

“What did you say? What did you say to make Harry run away?”

Draco bit his lip and scuffed his foot against the floor. “He wouldn’t explore the forbidden corridor with me. I heard Uncle Sev talking about it with Father, and I wanted to see what was hidden up there. Uncle Sev said something dangerous was hidden up there, something that he wanted to get away from the Headmaster. I dragged Harry with me to check it out. But he wouldn’t go. He was being a scaredy cat. I told him that no mate of a Malfoy was afraid to explore anything. After that, he ran off.”

Harry whimpered and hid against Charlie’s chest, not looking at Draco. “He rejected me! He doesn’t want me anymore!”

Charlie growled and pulled Harry closer, kissing his forehead. “Harry, of course he wants you. He loves you. We all do. He was just being a prat. Draco didn’t reject you. He was being an idiot and we’ll deal with him later.” His glare made Draco whimper, ashamed.

Cedric stood in the middle of the room, staring between Charlie and Draco before sighing, walking over to Draco and pulling him over to the bed. “You need to reassure your mate, Draco. Don’t let him think that you hate him.”

Draco crawled onto the bed, slowly approaching Harry and laying a hand on his back. “Harry? Harry, I’m sorry. I do want you. I shouldn’t have made you go to that corridor, and I’m sorry. Please, Harry. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re my mate, of course I want you. You’re my best friend.”

Harry turned his head enough to look at Draco through one eye, still afraid the blonde would reject him again. After a few minutes of staring at Draco, he nodded slowly. “One more chance. But please don’t make me do anything scary again.”

The issue resolved, the two youngest mates curled up together on Charlie’s chest, their older mates wrapped around them.

Author's Note: Even when people have no voice box, such as Harry, or no use of their vocal cords, there are some sounds that they can make in their throats, sounds that do not involve the voice box in any way. These sounds are what I am referring to when I say Harry whimpered, grunted, screamed, etc.
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