Harry looked at Dumbledore helpessly, begging him silently to help him.

"Draco, please-" Harry tried, but the blonde in question gave him a sneer and started backing towards the door.

"Is this some kind of sick joke, Potter? If so, well I'm sorry to say but it isn't humorous at all" Draco snarled, and would've completely left the room if Snape hadn't appeared.

"Professor, surely this is a joke. You possibly can't believe these lies that Potter is telling" Draco tried desperately to get Severus to believe him, but the man grimaced and looked at him with a soft look in his eyes. He placed a hand on his shoulder, and Harry snarled violently.

"Get your hand off my mate." He snarled out, and Snape quickly removed his hand as Harry showed his fangs.

"Potter, I'm not your mate. Now get that through that thick skull of yours" Draco snarled, and harry's heart gave a painful squeeze.

'He's denying it, he doesn't want me' He thought sorrowfully, and desperately reached out towards Draco, who flinched back as if struck.

"Get away from me Potter" Draco tried to be strong, Harry could tell, but he could also smell the fear radiating off Draco.

"Draco, please-" Draco cut him off.

"That's Malfoy to you Potter" Draco said coldly, and Harry felt his heart break again at the coldness of those eyes. His mate had been through so much, that he didn't trust anyone. However, Harry knew that deep down, inside the coldness.

Draco was a boy who just wanted to be loved.

He was just afraid of being hurt.

Just like Harry was.

"We're made for each other, Draco" Harry said, ignoring the glare that was sent his way "I can protect you from anyone who wants to harm you. I can provide a family for you-"

"And have my parents disown me when the find out that their only son, the Malfoy heir, is pregnant because he believed lies that a whore gave him" Draco snarled out, and everyone gasped in shock.

"Draco! We will be having a talk about your behavior later this evening" Severus said, reprimanding his favorite student, and Draco sneered.

"It's true. He lied about being an incubus just to get in my pants"

"N-No, that's not true" Harry said, fighting back tears, but Draco just huffed.

"Whatever Potter. I never want to see your face again. Stay away from me."

Draco left, and Harry sunk to his knees on the floor. He couldn't believe it. His mate had rejected him. Dimly, he was aware of hands on his shoulders, shaking him, but he took no notice of him.

The only thing that mattered was his mate.

Who had rejected him.

Harry whimpered, and moved away from the hands, his wings coming out and wrapping around him completely. One good thing about his wings was that they were soundproof, blocking all noises from the outside. He wrapped his arms around his knees, and started rocking back and forth, staring at the pure white wings that filled his vision. He contemplated on just staying here forever, trapped in his own wings as he withered away.

After all, what was an incubus without its mate?

Nothing.

Harry needed Draco to survive, literally. Needed his blood, sweat, tears, saliva, semen, everything. Without it he was as good as dead.

It didn't matter anyways. He was nothing. His life didn't matter to his mate. After all, his mate had called him that dirty, foul name. Harry squeezed his eyes shut tightly, but all that did was place the image of his beautiful mate in his mind, his face twisted with a sneer, those hurtful words echoing in his ears.

Harry whimpered in the silence of his wings, and rested his head on his knees, closing his eyes tightly as his wings shivered lightly.

It would be better if he never existed.

After all, it would make his mate happy.

And he would do anything to make his mate happy.

Anything.

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Professor Dumbledore was starting to get worried. Very worried. It had been 4 days since Harry had encased himself in his wings, and nobody had been able to get the boy out.

Was Harry trying to kill himself? Dumbledore wondered, and considered the possibility. Incubi literally needed their mate to survive, without them they would wither away. Dumbledore felt a pang of pity for the boy as he looked at the wings encasing him on the hospital bed. The boy had already been through so much in his life. What he needed most was someone who would love him, care for him.

And that one chance had been ripped away from him.

They had IV's set up, ready the second Harry decides to remove his wings. The teen was already skinny enough as it is, and Dumbledore very much doubted that there was a way for Harry to have food and water inside his wings without moving them at all.

He floo called Severus, and the man answered with a sneer on his face.

"Any progress with the boy?"

Dumbledore shook his head sadly "Besides the fact that his breathing becomes even more shallow each time I see him, no, none at all. I'm worried for the boy, Severus. He's dying"

"I'm well aware of that fact Headmaster. What do you propose to do?"

Dumbledore smiled sadly, the usual twinkle in his eyes had dulled "Try to make Mr. Malfoy see some sense. Make him see that there are benefits to having a mate such as Harry"

Severus' eyebrows rose in shock "Surely you aren't suggesting to use his fame to get Draco to be his mate, headmaster?"

"It may be the only way"

Severus shook his head "I know the boy. It will kill Potter even more if he finds out that his mate only accepted him through his fame. He hates his fame. He would rather die than use his fame to get his mate to accept him"

"I don't have any other options to convince Mr. Malfoy. Unless you come with something that Mr. Malfoy cannot say no to, then I fear that these may be Harry's last moments with us"

Severus paled "And the Dark Lord?"

"We will have no choice but to try and stop him ourselves"

"How long does the boy have?" Severus asked, giving a glance at the almost still form that rested on the bed of the Hospital Wing.

"Until the clock strikes twelve"

Severus nodded "I will see what I can do"

Dumbledore smiled "Thank you, Severus. I always knew that you cared for the boy"

Severus gave a small smile, looking towards the almost still form of Harry with a fondness in his eyes that he would never admit.

"He's Lily's son. How could I not?"