A/N: Thank you to all my lovely reviewers. Here's the next chapter. No promises on updates. Unbeta'd.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table and waited for Harry to appear. Pansy and Astoria noticed him sitting alone and quickly curled up to either side of him. "Hello Draco." Pansy purred, stroking his arm only once before he hurriedly pulled it away.
"Ladies." He greeted them cooly, careful not to show his dislike and settling for a cold tone. Astoria frowned.
"Draco, darling, why are you here so early? I usually save you a seat." Draco groaned inwardly. I had forgotten that Astoria's parents were waiting in the wings for Pansy to prove an unacceptable bride. Astoria's probably here to sway my opinion towards her.
"You'll see." He grimaced as the girls snuggled even closer to him. "Could you two not do that?" Astoria huffed and stormed off to sit with her year mates. Pansy was more persistent.
"But Draco, can I not sit with my betrothed?" She gazed at him with seductive, bedroom eyes. Draco suppressed a sigh.
"Pansy, my father is going to renegotiate our betrothal so you will no longer be my betrothed by this time tomorrow. I'd advise you to get used to it now. Please remove your body from my personal space."
"What are you talking about?" The irate female hissed. "Daddy said the only way that betrothal could be broken is if one of us had and found... a mate... before..." Pansy had gone pale. "You... you have..." She snarled and crushed her mouth to Draco's and Draco frantically tried to push her off, but the damage was done. They both turned at the sound of a choked sob and saw Harry standing just inside the door, with a heartbroken look in his eyes.
"Harry, wait-" Draco roared as Harry fled. Draco's wings burst from his back and he slammed Pansy onto the table. "You bitch. Do you see what you did? If anything, and I mean anything has happened to him I will come back and do everything in my power to ruin you, ruin your family, and ruin everything you hold near and dear. Do I make myself clear?" Pansy nodded frantically. Draco gave a snarl of disgust and sped off in search of his submissive. Pansy sat up and took a shuddering breath before looking around The entirety of the Great Hall understood the unspoken rule that no one was to acknowledge Pansy's existence. The new social pariah tried to talk to her friends, the other Slytherins, and even the other houses before returning to her table in tears.
Draco raced along the corridors, feeling for Harry. He turned down a dusty, cobweb ridden passage and found Harry sobbing in a small alcove. "Harry? Please, dearest, it wasn't what it looked like." Draco was nearly knocked over as Harry bolted to him and flung his arms around Draco's waist, burying his face in Draco's chest. Harry fell to his knees and sobbed into Draco's stomach, feeling lost and ashamed. Was I not a worthy submissive? What did I do wrong? Maybe he's discovered I really am a freak. "Please, Master," He wailed, "Don't leave me, don't leave me. I'll be good. I can be a good boy, please don't leave me. Tell me what I did wrong, please, Master. Whatever it is I won't do it again, I promise."
"No, oh, sweetling, you've-" Draco was horrified as Harry knelt down further and began to lick his shoes. He quickly knelt down and pulled Harry up to meet him. Harry felt shame wash over him. Oh, Merlin. I can't do anything right. He hesitantly reached for Draco's waistband and Draco pulled the small form into his arms. "You stop that." He murmured as Harry sobbed. "Look at me, sweetling." Harry did so, albeit reluctantly. "It was all Parkinson, beloved. I wanted nothing to do with her. Don't you cry. It won't happen again, I swear it so. I've dealt with the bitch and she won't hurt you if she's smart." Harry's eyes were lowered in a sign of submission and Draco tipped his chin up, feeling anguish wash over him at the telltale signs of fear. "Shh..." He crooned comfortingly. "You are my one and only. Tho only one I will ever love, will ever take to my bed. Never doubt your place at my side." Draco produced a handkerchief and wiped Harry's tears away before kissing him tenderly.
"Do you still want dinner or would you like to go back to bed?"
"I... Dinner, please." Harry responded quietly. Draco nodded and slid an arm around his submissive's waist as they stood up, holding him close as as they walked back to the Great Hall. Harry clung tight to Draco as they entered. All conversation stopped abruptly and all eyes focused momentarily on the pair before catching the steely glint in Draco's eyes. Everyone suddenly decided that staring at the couple wasn't the smartest idea ever had. Draco smiled to himself and continued to the Slytherin table while Harry clung ever tighter to the dominant male. Pansy snarled with rage and tried to catch Harry's wrist, but was grabbed very firmly by the enraged dominant.
"What did I tell you, bitch?" He snarled. Tears of rage filled Pansy's eyes. "I told you to leave him be. If you're not smart enough to remember that I fear for any children you might have." The crowd watched in fascination as Draco continued to threaten Pansy. McGonagall began to rise but Snape pulled her back down again, murmuring warnings against interference. "Do not touch my submissive if you wish to continue living longer than an additional five seconds. I will kill you if you hurt him, and make no mistake, I will kill you. No mercy will be shown. This is your last warning. Keep your claws off him." Draco stood up and addressed the crowd. "And that goes for all of you, too." The crowd hurriedly returned to their dinners and Draco sat down, pulling Harry into his lap, as Pansy ran out the door in tears. Draco looked around, an eyebrow raised, as silence continued to fill the hall. The students quickly began to chatter and Draco relaxed in satisfaction.
"Anything you'd prefer, dearest?" He asked. Harry shook his head before looking up ad Draco with fearful green eyes. Draco recognized the vulnerability and claimed his submissive's mouth in a demanding kiss. Harry moaned and opened willingly to a conquering tongue, secure in the knowledge his dominant still wanted him. All eyes were on the pair as Draco ravished Harry's sweet, soft, mouth but quickly turned as Draco pulled away. The blonde placed a final, chaste kiss on Harry's pink, kiss-swollen lips. "Feel better,, sweetheart?" Harry nodded. "Good. Now, what do you want for dinner?" Harry hesitated. The dominant should be making these choices.
"Um... I... ah... the... the chicken?" Draco stroked Harry's soft locks.
"Asking or telling?"
"The chicken." Harry stiffened, awaiting the inevitable disappointment but was startled as Draco placed a succulent piece of chicken on his plate, along with steamed vegetables and a bit of pasta.
"There you are, dearest." Harry waited until Draco had begun before eating, himself. The blonde hid his frown. Must remember to work on that, but his self-confidence needs serious help, first.
Later that evening, Draco and Harry had both dressed for bed, the unspoken agreement that Harry would be sleeping with Draco in his bed, but no touching would be involved, passing between them. Draco lay down and Harry lay beside him, curling up to the blonde's chest. "My dearest one." The blonde murmured. "Anything you need, anything at all, feel free to wake me up." Harry yawned and Draco stroked his hair as he fell asleep.
Harry whimpered as he dreamed, and Draco stirred slightly, but did not wake. Harry was back in Umbridge's office, the cats on the china plates staring at him accusingly. 'You did this' Came the soundless accusation. 'You took mistress away.'
"I... I did no such thing." Harry protested, wringing his hands.'"She was a terrible woman, she..."
'You must feed us, now. You will bring us the blonde one, he who is bound. He will feed us for many years.'
"What blonde one? Draco? He's not bound, what are you-" But the cats had sprung from the plates, stalking towards him, eyes glowing ominously. He retreated, backing against the desk, away from the gleaming fangs and bloodstained claws.
'Feed us. Feed us. Feed us.' The felines chanted as they surrounded him. 'Feed us. Feed us. Feed us.'
"No, wait, what-" Harry screamed as they all pounced and everything went black. The dream shifted. He was long and thin, now, and very short. Everything was dark, all around him, but he could see shining colors all around him. He was in a corridor, one he had no memory of, sliding along on his belly. The hall was empty, but then it wasn't. A shock of red hair, peaking out from under a shimmering silver cloak, and then the man, for that is what the figure was, was rising, the cloak falling, a wand was being withdrawn...
And Harry struck fast, sinking his fangs into the man once, twice, three times, and the body fell, blood splattered on the walls and floor, terrible wounds marring the man's chest. Then Harry was tall again, and he was kneeling down to check the man, brushing back the sweaty hair to reveal Arthur Weasley.
Harry screamed, frantically shaking the still figure, babbling apologies, but the man would not wake. His name was being called, no, no, go away, how can he wake Arthur if everything was shaking, shaking, Harry... Harry, Harry, Harry-
Harry woke with a cry. Draco and Severus stood around the bed, and he was tangled in the sheets. "Mr. Potter, are you all right?" Snape murmured as Draco mopped Harry's forehead.
"I... oh, Professor, I... I saw... snake... and the... Arthur..." Harry swallowed past a dry throat and saw that Severus had gone pale.
"Tell me everything. Draco, run for the Headmaster. Tell him Arthur's been attacked. He'll know what to do." And so Harry spilled everything, about the cats, and the chanting, and how he had attacked the Weasley patriarch. Draco had returned, the Headmaster in tow.
"Severus, I sent the portraits to check on Arthur and then floo-called St. Mungo's, when they returned with grave news. Now, Draco has informed me Harry dreamed this?" Severus nodded.
"Headmaster...what's-" One of the portraits had scrambled into the picture above the fireplace.
"Albus, it's chaos down at the Ministry. You-Know-Who is there with his death eaters and they've stormed the Department of Mysteries!" Albus said a very ungentlemanly word and sprinted for the floo, Severus hot on his heels. Harry made to follow them and Draco immediately sat him back down.
"Oh, no. You are going to stay right here where it is safe." Harry bowed his head and bared his neck in submission, his human and ventus sides brawling for control, and the ventus taking the upper hand.
"Yes, sir." He murmured. Draco sighed and wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry snuggled into Draco's side and dozed off.
He was back in the darkness, again he was long and thin. But this time he seemed to be curled around someone's shoulders. He raised his head and hissed, his tongue striking out into the pungent air. Bright lights whizzed around him and the person carrying him stroked his head. He purred, as much as a snake can purr, and pushed into the long, bone white hand. His carrier was speaking now, a sibilant hiss. "Why, Black, I thought you would have put up more of a fight. Crucio." A dark mass on the floor gave a scream of pain. A cold, high-pitched laugh rang out in the darkness as the curse was lifted. "Find it for me."
"Never." The man on the floor shuddered as tremors ran through him. "You'll have to kill me."
"I have time. Nagini?" And as Harry flew from the Dark Lord's shoulders, for that was who carried him, and darted toward the exposed flesh of the man's throat, Harry screamed.
Draco started awake as Harry thrashed and cried out. "Harry?" He cried, shaking the smaller male. Harry woke, gasping for breath. "Harry? What's-? Harry!" For Harry had sprung from the bed with a wail of distress and grabbed his wand before flooing away.
Harry burst from the floo into a war zone. He was immediately pulled to the ground by a man in auror robes who hissed. "Are you insane?" Harry shook his head and crawled on his belly to a good piece of cover. He carefully poked his head over the fallen chunk of stone to see what was happening. He cried out and shot off a cutting curse at a Death Eater who was sneaking up on Remus, a silver dagger clutched in his fist. Remus turned and cast a blasting curse at the man's chest before looking in the direction the cutting curse had come from, but Harry had already disappeared. Harry went sprinting through one of the doors from his dream but screamed as a snake dropped onto his head. He flung it into a wall before casting a blasting curse at it's head. He vaguely recognized the snake from his dream before a howl of fury distracted him. He raced toward the sound and stumbled into a large room, the remains of a gold statue covering a large portion of the floor space. The Headmaster was dueling the Dark Lord, and Snape was holding his own against a witch with frizzy black hair who was laughing insanely and a Death Eater who hadn't lost his mask. So it's true, then. The Dark Lord is back. I had hoped... After Cedric had been knocked into the cup by that spider and came back dead, people whispered, but I had hoped... Harry ducked behind a pile of stone chunks and watched in horror as the Headmaster was flung over the pile. Harry vaulted over the stone and cast a curse at Voldemort's back. The Dark Lord snarled and cast a shield charm, easily deflecting the curse as he turned to face Harry.
"Mr. Potter" He hissed. "It was you who killed my poor Nagini. I could feel her pain as she died. You will pay for her death. Avada Kedavra!" Harry cried out and ducked, hearing the stone behind him shatter. He responded with a several first- and second- year jinxes before shooting off a babbling curse and hitting the black-haired witch Severus had been dueling. Voldemort looked back in time to see the witch fall from a cutting curse to the throat. He roared and Severus sprinted toward Harry, dodging the green light of the killing curse. Harry roared Aguamenti, and then Glacius as Voldemort came for him, in effect turning the floor to ice. Harry looked up and saw a huge gold and crystal chandelier hanging just above Voldemort. If I can just keep him still. "Aguamenti Maxima!" Harry cried. Voldemort choked as gallons upon gallons of water came down on him. "Glacius!" With Voldemort frozen in a block of ice, Severus quickly dispatched the still-masked Death Eater and Harry cast a cutting curse at the chain holding the chandelier up.
Voldemort gave a silent scream as the four ton chandelier came crashing down on him, and soon, the self-styled Dark Lord was no more. Harry looked at the blood seeping from under the chandelier with distaste before falling to his knees as a sharp pain shot through his scar. Severus knelt down and touched Harry's shoulder but froze as Harry wrapped a hand around his throat. Severus gurgled as Harry looked up, eyes crimson.
Harry's body rose, still clutching Severus by the throat. "Severus..." The body hissed. "How you disappoint me."
'My...My Lord." Severus choked, tears running down his face. "My Lord, I beg of you." Harry's body smiled a cruel, cold smile.
"You will take me to the Department of Mysteries, and then to the Death Chamber. If you betray me again, Severus, you will not like the results." Severus nodded, and Harry's body released his throat. "Now walk." Severus held his head high as he walked to what would most likely be his doom