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A/N: ok so I've decided that in order to stretch this story, the focus for this chapter will be on the relationship between Harry and Draco and how it starts to develop. So with that note I have a little warning, this chapter contains a little bit of slash, it won't be much but if you prefer to skip it over that's fine with me. Alright so here's chapter2! Enjoy guys.
Silence followed as Owen sat on a small table and started to pick at his nails, looking like he was bored while Fenrir stalked out of the shadows and stood by his son. Finally not being able to handle the silence, Lucius cleared his throat and therefore gaining the attention of the white haired young man sitting on the table. "Yes Lucius?"
"What is the task you need us to help you with?"
"Hmm I was wondering when one of you was going to ask." He replied before turning his blue gaze to his father.
"We need help rescuing my mate… Remus Lupin."
Chapter 2:
The silence that descended upon that group after the announcement was made was so thick that it would break a knife if anyone should decide to try and cut it. Five sets of eyes held shock as they stared at Fenrir who seemed to sag after making his announcement. In those mere seconds, his face transformed from being smug and dangerous to tired and aged, it seemed that not being around his mate affected him more than he let on.
"Remus is your mate?" Hermione whispered softly, "but you…. You sired him, changed him into a werewolf when he was a boy-"
"Werewolves can sense when their mate is born, whether they be of the same race or different, that's why I bit him in the first place."
"I think." Owen said, his eyes never leaving his father's face as he spoke, "That now would be a good time for us to part," he held up his hand when he heard that someone was about to protest, "I assure you that all of your questions will be answered in time gentlemen and lady but right now I need to attend to my father. Let's say tonight around eight o'clock? This very room."
Lucius scoffed as he stood. "I think not Mr. Greyback. I understand why you made the choice to see us here as it is a secure location but if we are seen coming here again, people will talk. We'll take this meeting to Malfoy Manor for dinner… If that is alright with you?" he raised an eyebrow at Owen who smiled and nodded, "Excellent, I will send an owl with a Portkey to transport you and your father, as well as another for Miss. Granger and Mr. Weasley, to the inside of the wards of my manor. It's been a pleasure gentlemen." Here he collected his cloak and made his way towards the door. Severus followed however Draco stayed where he was, looking at Owen with mild curiousity.
"Coming Draco?" his father said rather loudly which jarred the boy from his trance and he stood hastily and followed Lucius and his godfather out of the room.
Once gone, Owen let out a noise of disgust as well as a shudder. "I hate portkeys." He muttered which caught the attention of Ron, who raised both eyebrows.
"Well it could have been worse; he could have suggested using the floo network." Fenrir commented with a laugh, causing Owen to hit his father on the shoulder.
"You know how clumsy I am at that." Owen countered, which made Ron's eyebrows shoot up to his hair line though he didn't say anything as he silently stood, took Hermione's hand and left the room to go back to their flat in downtown London.
"Come on dad; let's get you a strong drink." Owen said, hopping off the table and leading the way to the bar when he promptly lay down twenty galleons and told the bartender to keep the shots going for Fenrir.
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Owen let out a grunt as he landed on his butt after he was spat out of the sky from the portkey that he and his father took to arrive at Malfoy Manor. A deep chuckle caught his attention before he was pulled to his feet. "First time using a portkey?" Fenrir teased with a wolfish grin. Owen just growled and stalked gracefully toward the immaculate Manor, which stood high upon its hill surrounded by pristine groomed yards and landscape. When the pair stepped onto the porch, the door opened revealing a small female house elf dressed in a plain dark blue dress.
"Chinzy welcomes Masters Greyback to Malfoy Manor." The little elf squeaked with a small smile as she curtsied. "If Masters shall follow Chinzy, Chinzy will show Masters to the dining room where Masters Malfoy and the rest of their guests are waiting." She finished before she turned and hurried off.
"Hmm seems we're the last to arrive." Fenrir purred, following the house elf through the manor, past many portraits who sneered at the pair. "Did you plan that on purpose?"
His son snorted. "No actually I didn't. I had to brew that hangover potion for you remember? When I told you I was going to buy you a drink, I didn't mean that I was going to buy you the whole bloody bar." Fenrir shrugged at the comment but he said nothing since they had arrived at their destination.
Lucius stood at their arrival, a neutral expression on his face. He was sitting at the head of the long dining room table with Severus on his right and Draco on his left. Ron and Hermione were sitting across from each other and there was an empty seat between Draco and Hermione as well as Severus and Ron. "Welcome gentlemen, we were starting to worry if you would showing up at all." Their host said, a small smile gracing his pale immaculate features. "Please, take a seat so we may start dinner."
Owen immediately took the seat next to Draco, a smile on his face while his eyes held something else all together. The swirling pools of blue sapphire held a predatory hunger that made Draco swallow nervously. He almost growled at the look but he reigned in his emotions since it wouldn't have been fair to scare away his mate. Yes he knew as soon as the young man stepped into the room that morning that Draco Malfoy was his mate, which made sense if you thought about how much they fought, how they loved to hate each other, how obsessed they had been with each other when Owen was known as the Savior of the World. Owen knew that he had to approach the situation carefully, especially when everyone, including the blonde sitting next to him who he really was. However his wolf refused to co-operate, it wanted to claim Draco as his own right there in the dining room for everyone to see. Sure his father would be proud but everyone else... Not so much.
Fenrir had a huge grin on his face as he took the seat across from his son, watching as Owen battled with his wolf on what to do with the Malfoy boy. He could remember when he was his age having the same battle when it came to Remus, though however his wolf won and that was how he ended up being the ex-professor's sire. Thinking about that and how hard it had been for him to get Remus to look at him as a human being, as his mate instead of a monster wiped the smile from his face and he sent a look to Owen that clearly said 'don't make the same mistake I did.'The young man nodded once before he began to eat the meal that was set before them by three house elves. "Thank you." He said quietly to one of the elves before he turned his attention to Draco since he could feel the blonde's eyes on the back of his head. "Yes Draco?" He purred softly.
"Uh…. Why did you thank the elves?" He asked, true curiousity in his voice while he tilted his blonde head to the side.
"I think that House Elves are under-appreciated creatures, they have been for centuries. They do everything for us and what do we do? We take it for grant it. So by thanking them, it makes me feel a little bit better about having them around….. However that doesn't mean that I don't sit around on my duff while they do all the work. I like to clean and cook, it relaxes me." Owen explained softly to the silence of the room before he shrugged and continued eating.
To say that Draco was surprised was an understatement. To him, Owen Greyback was an enigma to him since he had a talent at figuring out someone from the first moment they met. However, in this instance, he was absolutely baffled and intrigued. He wanted to know more about Owen…. He wanted to know everything about the werewolf… Everything.
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"Why don't you show me around?" Owen whispered into Draco's ear once dinner was over. They were the only ones left in the room since the other's had followed Lucius to the living room to digest there food then talk about why the Greyback needed there help with rescuing Remus Lupin.
The blonde jumped slightly, causing a small chuckle to escape Owen's lips. "Alright, I'm sure we won't be missed." He said, smiling nervously before he left the dining room, Owen at his heels. "This Manor has been in my family's possession for years. It was built by my father's ancestor, back in the time where the Wzarding World had started to build small communities away from the muggles. That's him over there." He explained, pointing to a portrait of a very old looking Malfoy who was sleeping in his chair. "He doesn't talk much…. Just sleeps."
"Where's your room?" Owen asked suddenly, taking the young man's hand and pulled him to a stop so he could look at him properly. "I want to see your room."
"Why?"
"I can get a lot from a person by looking at their room."
"Alright." Draco said, smiling at their enclosed hands before he led the way up to the top floor and opened up two French doors to reveal his bedroom. It was a large spacious room, painted in a rich brown colour accented with dark blues, greens and blacks. In the middle of his room was a large canopy bed covered with a rich dark green duvet and lush black velvet pillows. On the left side of the room was a floor to ceiling book shelve which was separated by a writing that had a muggle computer screen sitting on top of the rich mahogany desk. This immediately brought out Owen's curiousity but he said nothing since he didn't want to reveal his true identity to him just yet.
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"This is beautiful." He whispered as he closed the doors then pushed Draco against them. "The room reflects its owner." Owen licked his lips before he brought them down upon Draco's and started to kiss him. Draco stiffened, eyes wide before he relaxed and moaned softly when Owen began to suck on his lower lip. "So responsive." He purred, un-tucking the blonde's shirt so he could run his hands along the smooth skin, "your skin is like silk."
"O-Owen… We shouldn't." Draco protested weakly while his body shook. "We.. We barely know each other."
"Oh on the contrary, I feel like I know you by just your scent." He whispered, placing kisses along the blonde's neck while a tanned hand undid Draco's pants and slid into his boxers. "And right now, it's saying that you begged to be touched." He purred, grasping Draco's cock firmly, feeling it harden in his hand before he slowly slid it up and down the length.
Draco gasped and whimpered, bucking his hips into the hand while his eyes fogged over with lust. "Please Owen… We shouldn't." He pleaded feebly before he let out a cry when Owen ran his canines along the porcelain skin. "Oh Merlin do that again!" Owen chuckled while he sped up his ministrations on the blonde's cock before he suddenly dropped to his knees, tore Draco's boxers off and swallowed his girth to the root, making said boy howl in pleasure. Owen growled around the length, running a expert tongue along the underside before he sucked it hard, making Draco whimper while his knees threatened to buckle. Owen sensed that the young man was about to burst so he simply let out another growl which sent Draco over the edge and exploded into Owen's mouth, to which he swallowed every drop before pulling away.
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"You taste delicious." He purred, pressing Draco up against the door again as he stood, "and the sounds you were making…. Mmmm amazing Draco." He added while he started to take off his shirt and started to undo his belt. Suddenly the other door opened and Owen was thrown across the room and up against the wall. He was held there by Fenrir who was growling softly.
"I'm glad I decided to burst in when I did." He said softly, looking over his shoulder at Draco before he grabbed Owen by his undershirt and dragged him from the room. "Get dressed Malfoy and come down stairs." He barked before he slammed the door behind him then followed his son and pressed him up against a wall. "What did you think you were doing?"
"I was just getting to know my mate father." He replied, eyes flashing defiantly as they burned bright amber.
"You went too far! If I hadn't of burst in when I did you would have mated with him when it's much too early! He doesn't even know who you are." Fenrir hissed angrily, wrapping a hand around his neck and squeezing lightly. "Control your wolf around him Owen, do not let it control you." He finished before letting his son go and stalked off down the stairs.
He sent a glare at his father's back before he took a moment to compose himself, summoned a new shirt then followed his father down to the living room where the others were waiting to start their discussion.
A/N: So what did you guys think? This is actually my first time writing slash so please let me know what you think ok? Thanks. Oh and I'll try to update tomorrow.