DISCLAIMER: Adopted from the original works of J.K.


(Warning: For mature readers only since the chapter's crawling with the use of age inappropriate language.)


Mine


Harry stood as still as a statue, staring unseeing outside a dusty window, his long, angular figure glowing faintly in the moonlight.

"He drank the soup and went back to sleep" Remus informed him, coming out of the guest room in which Draco Malfoy had been sleeping in all day. "He's definitely been through a rough couple of days and his body clearly shows signs of having been tortured under the Cruciatus" he sighed and went to get himself a drink in the kitchen.

Harry turned his steely gaze towards the guest room, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly with anger. The air itself around him became heavy with a dark, foreboding energy but his face otherwise remained a blank mask, revealing none of his inner turbulence.

"Are you okay with all of this Remus?" He asked the other man quietly when he came to stand beside Harry, nursing a chilled butterbeer.

"What do you mean?" Lupin frowned quizzically at him.

"Bringing Malfoy here. He's the reason you were made to leave Hogwarts remember?"

Remus took a swig out of his bottle and felt touched by obvious concern in the younger man's voice. "I've been battling prejudices against my kind long before that incident Harry. That, was definitely not the first time I couldn't keep a job because of what I am. But even then, I felt more resentful towards Lucius Malfoy and our screwed up Ministry because they're the ones who teach children to discriminate and hate. I don't think Draco Malfoy stood a chance of being any different right from the beginning" he shrugged and Harry relaxed his stance fractionally.

"So why aren't you going to see him then?" It was Remus's turn to ask the hard questions but Harry did not flinch away from it. "He sees me as the enemy right now" he mimicked Remus's shrug "I've known the little idiot for a long time and I honestly don't think he'd appreciate my help when his precious pride's just gone and taken such a severe beating."

"That's very considerate of you" Remus shook his head, feeling indescribably proud of him in that one moment. Really, the boy had so much of Lily's innate kindness inside of him that it felt almost nostalgic standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

'But that is not the only reason is it?' Harry's baser side asked him coyly 'You've been battling with your desire to hold the boy, bite him, mark him and sample his blood ever since you first sniffed him out in Knockturn Alley, haven't you? You're terribly afraid of losing control if you went any closer to him and I'm starting to wonder what the werewolf would say if he found out that your actions are not completely altruistic as he thinks.'

"You should get some shut eye too" Remus banished the empty bottle in his hands, breaking Harry out of his reverie in the process and turned around to head back into the guest room to give the sleeping boy one last checkup before turning in for night himself.

Harry nodded in gratitude and wished him a goodnight before climbing up the staircase to reach the master bedroom which Remus had insisted he take and mechanically went through the motions for getting ready to go to bed.

When he was finally lying down on the soft mattress however, his frustrations peaked when sleep completely evaded him. His heightened sense of hearing, awakening him to every restless whisper of Draco's body from the room below his while his traitorous fangs elongated in response to the tantalizing, unique scent of his blood.

Slowly, memories of that strange feeling of possession and tenderness he'd felt when Draco had fallen asleep in his arms earlier on in that day, came back to haunt him, urging him to give up his struggle and go pay the boy a visit.

Throwing back the covers that he'd neatly tucked around himself, he was out of his bed and standing in front of Draco's room in the next instant, feeling greatly relieved that for once, fate seemed to be on his side when he heard the distinct, even breathing from both Remus and Draco indicating that they were sound asleep.

Entering the guest chamber soundlessly, Harry felt his pulse quicken when his eyes fell on the sleeping figure lying defenselessly on the bed, making no sudden movements as he approached it cautiously. His eyes carefully mapped out every single detail of Draco's silky, blond hair splayed languorously over his pillow, his soft inviting lips that remained partially open in repose, the fatigue from running for three weeks away from a disgusting monster, the short puffs of air that escaped from his nostrils and the blood that ran through his veins, assuring Harry that he was still alive, that he was safe and warm for time being at least.

Spotting an armchair a little away from the bed, Harry walked over to it and sat curled up on it keeping his eyes fixed on Draco at all times. His mind was in complete disarray as he battled conflicting emotions from his past life for the boy who had once been his enemy with his newfound feelings of protectiveness, ownership and desire that he'd experienced today.

He did not sleep that night, reveling in his closeness with Draco and by the wee hours of the morning, he had peacefully concluded that after yesterday, everything was going change between them in a rather significant way and he felt accepting of it, even if he couldn't gauge whether the change would be for the good or bad.


Draco outrageously ignored Harry from the moment he'd woken up the next day but if he was truly honest with himself, he wouldn't have been able to deny his fascination over the obvious differences in boy since he'd last laid eyes on him.

He had become calmer, more self-assured and the quiet understated power that clung to him like a cloak gave Draco the impression that that was only a very small part of what he was truly capable off.

He studied his beautiful profile when he thought no one was looking and no matter how much he tried, he simply couldn't shake off the feeling of awe every time those stunning green eyes turned towards him with a knowing glint.

'What the fuck is wrong with me?' Draco thought panicking. 'He's the reason that everything's been ripped away from me and I'm sitting around in his house, admiring the bloody wanker like one his many stupid fan girls!'

He had already been sufficiently warned the previous night by a very stern Lupin to not go and deliberately invite any trouble or danger towards them and to stay put in the house whether he could or couldn't handle staying with a werewolf and a vampire under the same roof.

What Remus and Harry had failed to realize however, was that Draco was vastly changed from when they'd last seen him and that he had become indifferent to their kind after having been forced to live with them in his manor. As for leaving the house, he had no intentions whatsoever of ever venturing outside its safe confines and becoming easy prey for a hungry wolf or worse, getting kidnapped to be tortured some more by a raving lunatic.

No, he hated that he had to depend on his enemy, the do-gooder Potter, but he not so stupid as to tempt fate and throw away his good fortune either.

'But that doesn't mean I'm going to roll over and do his bidding when he asks me to' Draco thought darkly, surveying the set of school supplies and robes that Remus had gone and gotten him with Harry's money, fighting the clawing sensation of shame mixed with a healthy dose of irritation.

"I don't need your bloody charity!" He spat out ungratefully when it was finally just him and Harry in the house much later on in the evening after Remus had gone to attend another Order meeting.

But Harry looking supremely unfazed by his outburst, approached him with slow, measured steps watching with a sense of deep satisfaction as the smallest hint of fear crossed his features while he tried backing away surreptitiously from him.

"You can throw them away for all I care" Harry's smooth, drugging voice sounded inches away from his ear "But if you continue to sully Remus's goodwill, I promise you, I will not be so forgiving the next time" he pulled away abruptly and left Draco leaning weakly against the wall as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts feeling mortified from having gotten so aroused from such a brief encounter.

"If I didn't need him, I would have fucking killed him a long time ago" he grumbled, feeling spectacularly outmatched and took his battered ego with him to nurse back to health within the privacy of his new room.


On the third night of Draco's stay with them, Harry heard the faintest sounds of crying, coming from Draco's room and he knew instinctively, that he had probably relived his mother's death or his own torture at the hands of Voldemort in his nightmares so instead of going inside his room as usually did, this time he decided to keep him company by staying outside and waiting patiently for the tears to abate when Remus came to join him quietly, looking a tad bit shaken himself.

"Couldn't sleep?" He whispered to Harry "Want me to make you some hot chocolate?"

"I feel comforted by blood Remus" Harry smiled, trying to lessen the tension in the room but Remus's face looked even more stricken than before and he dropped his head into his hands while Harry stood awkwardly beside him not knowing what to say.

"It's ironic isn't it? How we feel pity even for our enemies when they're vulnerable and reduced to tears like he is" Lupin finally stood up with a deep sadness etched on his shadowed features.

"But he is strong" Harry sighed. "I never thought that a bastard like him would one day have the guts to stand up to the Dark Lord himself and then agree to stay with us after he's basically insulted me every single day of my life in school. What a come down it must be for him and yet he's not doing so badly as I would have expected."

They heard boy in question whimper helplessly, "Please…no stop…stop!" but they could do nothing to ease his pain.

"War makes everyone grow up faster than they should and by the end of it, everyone's so tired that the lines between friend and enemy become blurred by the horrors of loss and death so when it's finally over, no one really gives a damn!" Remus bit out angrily, remembering the hopelessness that they'd faced during the first war. "All we find ourselves doing in the end is licking each other's wounds and moaning about our losses."

"Do you know about the Prophecy between me and Voldemort?" Harry asked Remus not looking at him for the fear of seeing pity.

"No" Remus replied with surprise coloring his voice "What Prophecy? What are you talking about?"

Harry told him about what he'd learnt the last time he'd been in Dumbledore's chamber and he watched with growing hope that Remus's face had become more and more indignant for him rather than fear toward him and he had to physically move away when the werewolf finally ended up hitting the wall with his bare fist, growling in anger when he'd finished. "If Dumbledore thinks for minute that I'm going to let you anywhere near that foul creature, his fucking losing his mind" he snarled while Harry couldn't help but feel comforted by his protectiveness.

"You know what really scares me though" Harry said shushing him immediately "I feel like everything's going according to the prophecy now. After what happened to me this summer and the powers that I've attained, I'm really starting to think that the whole might just come to pass and I might have to k…"

"No!" Lupin cut him off abruptly "You're not alone in this and no one in their right mind is going to expect a child to defeat that evil son of a bitch. Yes, you are a symbol of hope for everyone right now but I don't think that anyone actually expects you to go off and take care of this war by yourself."

Suddenly a loud snort and snoring broke up the seriousness of their discussion and they both looked towards the room from where the noise had come feeling happy that Draco had finally gone back to sleeping peacefully.

They stayed close by just in case for some more time, talking about random stuff but nothing else happened, so completely worn out, they both wished each other a goodnight and walked back to their respective rooms with Harry feeling so lighter that he'd finally revealed his darkest secret to someone who had not seemed repulsed by him at all.


The morning of the last day of their holiday dawned bright and sunny but the happiness lasted only until dinner when everything suddenly began to go downhill.

"The Bastards! The stupid fucking idiots!" Malfoy came into the living room, clutching the evening edition of the Daily prophet tightly within his fists.

"What does it say?" Lupin asked him with some trepidation.

"Like you fucking don't know" Draco rounded on his former professor, his face burning hot with anger.

Harry watching his outburst from the other end of table, growled when Draco started shouting at Remus.

"You all must have known about this! You all must have been sniggering behind my back the whole fucking time!" Draco was really screaming now and Lupin was trying his hardest to calm him down when Draco lashed out furiously at him and pushed him to the ground with a hard shove that brought Harry to the werewolf's defense instantly.

"Don't help him anymore Remus" He stood between them like a solid barrier glaring angrily at Draco for his blatant disrespect for someone who had helped him so much during his worst couple of hours.

"Come with me" he ordered the other boy to follow him in a cold voice that breached no leniency and dragged him towards the guest room locking the door behind them before Draco could start protesting.

"Sit!" He shoved Draco towards his bed and drew up a chair for himself, placing it opposite the angry boy so that they were now sitting face to face when there was a faint knock on the door and Remus softly asked them if everything was alright.

"It's fine" Harry placated him "I'm just going to have a talk with this stupid prat here and figure out what's gotten his knickers so twisted up all of a sudden."

"Like you don't know" Draco spat in his face, his voice full of venom that was solely directed at Harry this time.

"Stop yelling at me" Harry's dominance suddenly asserted itself and Draco back off as if stung. "Good" Harry sighed and waved his hand tiredly at him "Talk. But don't go around assuming things about people who've just done you a huge favor by yours saving your life."

"They're holding the trials for the death eaters at the Ministry two months from now" Draco threw the crushed paper viciously at Harry's chest "and if they're found guilty, which they will be of course, a kiss will administered to them within a week's time."

Harry seriously wanted to ask him why this seemed so surprising to him. Everyone knew that the Ministry was no longer taking any chances with the death eaters. Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister had already proven himself unforgiving but even so a small part of Harry understood how Draco felt. The tiny hope that everyone harbors, hoping for a different outcome, for a miracle and then…nothing. Just like how he'd gone around Hogwarts searching for any sign of Sirius, but had ended up feeling even more depressed.

"This is…this all comes down to you Potter!" Draco's voice was laced with hatred "If he…if hadn't been captured at the ministry…"

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry had finally heard enough. Draco was not the only injured party in this mess and he obviously needed to hear it.

"Your father, Lucius Malfoy, is a bloody death eater for chrissakes! Death Eaters are men with no morals. They'll do just about anything for their fucking Master, even if it means raping, killing or murdering innocent people. In fact, your father was one of the head haunchos in that sick organization and let me tell you, if Voldemort had asked him to sacrifice his family for the cause, he would have done it! He was the reason that an eleven year old girl nearly died in her first year, he was one of the reasons I almost died in my fourth year and he was the reason that my godfather did die last year so please, if you're expecting an apology you can just get the fuck out of my house!"

Draco's shoulders were heaving with broken sobs and he just couldn't bring himself to get up and leave. "He's the only thing I've got left" he cried and Harry unable to watch the proud, stubborn boy slowly deflate before him, pulled him roughly into his arms and held him close even as he struggled to get away.

"Stop Draco" he said soothingly "The hearing is still two months away from now" 'and who knows what might happen by then' he thought drily, grabbing Draco's wrists and holding them tightly in one hand, effectively preventing him from slugging his captor but it seemed like the fight within him was gradually dying of its own accord anyway.

'This feels so right' Harry tightened his hold over the now complacent boy, bending his head to nuzzle his neck soothingly when Draco suddenly shocked him by unconsciously submitting to his ministrations, exposing even more of his delicate skin that nearly drove Harry towards the brink of blood lust when he saw the faint rise and fall of his jugulars so close to mouth.

'Bloody hell! He's completely out of it' Harry thought ruefully. 'He's just simply reacting to my presence and my touch but he doesn't know what the heck he's doing.'

Harry scraped his fangs oh so gently against that slender neck, wanting nothing more than to claim him body and soul in that moment but it just didn't feel right.

'I want his consent' he thought, wondering why that suddenly felt so important to him when he'd felt no such compunctions when he'd bitten other people. 'I want him awake and willing. Not like this, not when he's hurting and miserable.' He sighed and loosened hold immediately.

'Mine' he couldn't help but feel as he gently laid Draco's body over the mattress, covering him up a warm comforter.

'Mine,' the though resounded in his head when he turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind him to face a rather worried looking Remus,at whom he smiled rather stupidly at without even realizing it 'Like you'd just discovered something wonderfully precious' Lupin told him much later, 'Like you had finally found your happiness.'


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