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Chapter 4
A few days later the group of five are sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast. Other than a few people ogling the blonde, there had been no futher incidents of groping. Especially after word of what happened to Theodore Nott. He had been expelled and sent to Azkaban, attempting to rape a Veela is a criminal offence.
Draco was once again sitting on Harry's lap, the brunette feeding him bits of fruit. Laughing he wipes a bit of juice of his chin with a napkin. When Harry brings another piece of apple up to his mouth, he moves his head to the side, burying it under the Elf's chin.
"I'm not hungry anymore" he mumbles. Harry puts the fruit down and pulls Draco's face around to look at him.
"Are you sure? You didn't eat much"
"I'm sure" Draco grins reassuringly and places his head back on Harry's shoulder. Harry starts eating his own breakfast, laughing when Fred draws a line of syrup across Blaise's cheek.
"Eww, Fred. Now my face is all sticky" Blaise complains, reaching for a napkin. George grins at his twin over their boyfriends head and reaches across to pull Blaise's face near his. Harry and Draco snicker as George licks a line up the dark skinned boys face, cleaning away the trail of syrup. Blaise blushes a deep red and grins madly at him, pulling the redhead into a kiss. Fred watches them for a few seconds before he begins to feel left out and grabs Blaise out of his brother's grasp.
Taking his mouth in a kiss he pulls back and glares at his brothers flushed face.
Draco is just about to point out that it's not fair to Blaise to be yanked about like a ragdoll when the Great Hall door's swing open and Lucius Malfoy stumbles in.
The blonde haired man is covered in blood and sways unsteadily as he gazes around the hall. The shocked silence is broken by Draco launching himself over the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables to land in front of his father.
"Dad?" he asks, reaching out a hand to his father. Lucius blinks at him for a moment, not seeming to realise who he is talking to.
"Draco?" the elder Malfoy questions, reaching out hesitantly to touch his son's shoulder "You're alive?"
"WHAT?" Draco gasps in shock "Of course I'm alive! Who the hell told you otherwise?"
"Narcissa" Lucius murmurs, gazing in awe at Draco "Oh my boy, my son, you're alive" and with that the blonde haired man collapses, legs giving way beneath him.
"Dad?!" Draco drops to his knees besides his father and pulls his head into his lap. Turning his head he seeks out his mate and gives of a distressed whine. Immediately Harry is at his side, sliding an arm around him and soothing him with gentle touches.
Rocking his distressed mate Harry tries not to think too hard about the blood seeping into his clothes. Lucius Malfoy had tried to kill him before but he can't seem to care at the moment. Lucius is his mate's father and it's clear Draco loves and needs him.
A black robe moves into his view as Professor Snape crouches beside them.
"Harry, I'm going to levitate Lucius and move him to the Infirmary. I need you to get Draco to let go" Severus explains quietly, all the students in the hall straining to hear what the potions master is saying.
Draco is currently crooning at his father, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and dripping down his cheeks. His father and Severus where the only ones to ever show him affection as a child. Narcissa was barely aware of his existence. He had gotten his Veela genes from his father so his Veela side recognised him as his only Parental Figure. Seeing his father in this state was making his heart hurt and the only reason he wasn't on the floor sobbing in hysterics was the reassuring presence of his mate at his side.
"Draco?" Harry murmurs gently, frowning when he gains no response "Dragon, Severus needs to move your father to the infirmary to heal him. You need to let go okay?" when Draco whines in distress and clutches his father tighter Harry sighs and wraps his arms around him tighter. Nodding at Severus they move in tandem, Harry yanking Draco backwards, forcing him to lose his grasp on his father and Severus levitating the elder blonde up and out the door.
Draco lets out a cry and turns to throw his arms around Harry, sobbing into his neck.
"Shhhh, calm down Dragon. It's going to be okay." Harry rubs his mates back before simply picking him up and carrying him out.
"She…she told him I was d-dead. W-why would she d-do that?" Draco cries into his neck. As they move through the halls, heading towards the infirmary, Blaise and the twins move up behind them, closing rank to protect their backs.
"Dragon, if I take you in to see your Dad, you're going to have to stay calm or Madame Pomfrey will kick us out, okay?" Harry asks, tipping Draco's face up to look at him. His heart breaks at the tears on his mates cheeks. Dipping his head he uses his tongue to lick away the tears, purring at the sweet taste.
He smiles in relief when Draco giggles slightly at the ticklish feeling.
"Okay, I-I'm alright" the blonde finishes off with a sniffle, burrowing deeper into Harry's arms. Walking through the Infirmary doors he turns to the Fred, George and Blaise.
"Keep everyone out unless they are seriously injured. Don't tell anyone what happened please"
"Our lips-"
"-are sealed" The twins state, taking guard stances outside the infirmary doors, Blaise leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed.
Madame Pomfrey and Severus are both leaning over a still figure, the mediwitch waving her wand in complicated patterns and Severus pouring potions down a slack throat.
Draco whimpers as Harry carries him over and sits them both down on a chair. Madame Pomfrey glances at them but makes no more to force them to leave.
Finally after over an hour the mediwitch and potions professor step back, wiping sweat off their brows. Madame Pomfrey pulls a blanket up of Lucius and heads off to her rooms, sighing in exhaustion. Walking over to the two mates' he pulls up a chair and collapses in it.
"He's going to be okay" Severus sighs, smiling slightly when his godson gives whoop of joy and kisses Harry. "He had a lot of broken bones, internal bleeding, mental and physical trauma. Prolonged exposure to the crutiatus curse." Here Severus pauses hesitantly.
"Draco, do you know if your mother is your fathers mate?"
The blonde Slytherin pauses and looks at him with a look of concentration on his face.
"He said she was and she said she was but I don't think she was" he answers in a rush. When Severus raises and eyebrow at him he flushes.
"Sorry, I asked about it one time and they both got really angry" he answers his godfathers unspoken question.
"Why didn't you think they were Mates?" Harry asks in confusion.
"Well, I read in some books that I should feel like she was a Parental figure, one of my bearers but I don't. It's like she's just some random lady I run into from time to time. I'm supposed to feel like my father's mate is my parent as well but I don't feel that way about her. Just my Dad and Sev." Draco explains.
"Me?" Severus asks in shock
"Well, yeah. I mean you're always there and looking out for me. You treat me like your kid and I guess I kinda see you as my father" Draco shrinks back as Severus bolts to his feet.
"THAT BITCH!" the potions professor shouts enraged, dots connecting in his head. "SHE STOLE MY FUCKING VEELA!"
"Wha..?" Harry asks, pulling Draco closer to him.
"Me and Lucius were dating before his inheritance, we thought we would be mates, we could feel the pull. He had to go home for his inheritance and when he came back he was already mated to that cow, Narcissa" Severus seethes. "They never felt right together, it hurt me to see them, to see how she treated him and Draco. His true mate would never have been able to do that"
"What do you mean 'how she treated Draco?" Harry questions in a deadly voice.
"Narcissa didn't like me. She despised being pregnant and hated children. After she had me she basically forgot I existed. She would always look at me coldly, when I was little I learnt not to cry because she would never come, and if she did she would just get mad"
"Where the hell was your father?" Harry asks.
"I was trying to deal with business and keep myself out of jail so I could look after him. I'm ashamed to say I never realised how bad it was until I got home from a three day business trip and found he hadn't been fed or changed the entire time" Lucius rasps from his spot on the bed.
"Dad!" Draco shouts and bolts to his side, reaching out to run a hesitant hand over him.
"Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" he asks worried. Lucius smiles at his concern and reaches up an arm to pull his son down into a hug. Draco climbs onto the bed and curls up beside his father. Harry smiles softly and walks over. Running a hand through his mate's hair he smiles hesitantly at Lucius.
"Hello" Harry mutters awkwardly. Lucius smiles reassuringly at him.
"So you are my sons mate?" he asks. Harry nods and smiles tenderly down at Draco.
"Yeah, I found out when I had to save him from his house mates" Harry explains, fury flashing through him at the thought.
"Thank you for looking out for him. I'll have to show him how to control his powers" Lucius says, chuckling when Draco looks up at him in indignation.
"I know how to control my powers!" He pouts. Lucius and Harry chuckle, sharing an amused glance.
"To an extent you do. I'm still going to teach you" Lucius explains.
"Fine" Draco huffs and settles back down, eyes slipping closed.
"Sleep, Dragon." Harry soothes "I have to go back to classes but you stay here with your dad okay?"
"Mhmm" Draco hums. Harry bends down ad brushes a kiss across his mate's lips before nodding goodbye to Lucius and heading out.
"Harry? I thought you would stay in there with Draco" Blaise says.
"He's asleep and with his father" Harry explains before his eyes darken. "Who's up for a trip to Malfoy Manner?"
The twins grin and nod.
"Why?" Blaise asks, curiously, leaning against Fred.
"Because I have to have a little chat with Narcissa Malfoy" Harry replies, walking off down the hall. Fred, George and Blaise look at each other before grinning and running to catch up. After all, they can't let Harry have all the fun.