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Chapter 4

"Is he sleep?" Lucius asked his wife, when she stopped talking to their son through the link.

"I'm guessing. He closed the link." Cissy said, turning to him. "He must be sleep."

"Can you feel him?" he asked. Vampires that were really close together, kind of like a pack, could feel others. Like sense if they were okay and what they were doing.

Cissy closed her eyes and concentrated her mind on her son. Opening her eyes again, she looked back at husband, shaking her head. "No. He must have closed the feel too."

Lucius looked at his best friend, who looked back. "I guess the only thing we can do, is wait for them to wake up."

His wife and friend nodded. Looking at his best friend, Severus thought of a question that had been bothering him for hours.

"Luc?" he asked, using his friend's nickname. "What do you think of Harry being Draco's mate?"

Lucius didn't even have to think about the answer. "I never hated him, Sev. Neither of us did. Honestly, I think that Harry being Draco mate is a good thing. Who knows how they can help the other. Whatever pain the boy is feeling, Draco can help it go away. If our son is happy, then I'm happy." He concluded, pulling Narcissa close to him.

Narcissa and Severus smiled, agreeing with the other. As he said, as long as Draco was happy, then they would be happy.

But the question wasn't did they accept Harry, the question was would Harry accept them?

The sun shined in through the closed green curtain window, shining on the black-haired teen lying on the bed, cuddled to the blonde next to him.

Unbeknownst to the smaller teen, the taller was watching him. 'He looks so cute when he's sleeping.' he thought. His mate was still in his arms.

He hadn't slept very long; only a couple of hours. Since then, we just watched Harry. He could feel the other felt peaceful, something he knew the other hadn't felt in a while.

"Draco? Draco! You're awake!" he heard his mom say using the link. She obviously used the feel to know what he was no longer asleep.

"Yes, Mother, I am. What time is it?" he asked. He didn't feel like finding out for himself.

"It's 10:30." she answered. Hmm, that would mean that Harry had been asleep for 6 ½ hours and he had been watching him for about half the time.

"Thanks, Mom." he said back.

"You're welcome, sweetie. How is Harry?"

"Peaceful" he replied. He felt his mother smile through the link.

"I can see that you used the feel on him." she said.

The blonde teen giggled. "Yes, Mother, I did."

"When can we see Harry, sweetie?" she asked, eagerness in his voice.

The teen thought for a moment, before answering. "When I he wakes up and I talk with him about it." he said, "After all, I do want to know what he wants to do for his birthday."

Narcissa nodded through the link. "Yea, that's true. I was thinking we could have a little get together, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Maybe just a little party with the four of us, and we can have a bigger one when you two go back to school."

Draco nodded his interest in the idea. "I like that idea." he said to his mother. "It sounds great, but I'll talk to Harry about it. I'm sure he will love it."

The Malfoy heir could feel his mate was waking up. "Mom, I will talk to you later. Harry is waking up."

"Okay Hun, I will talk to you later. We can meet in the family room when you are ready." She felt her son nod in agreement through the link, before it was closed.

Slowly bright green eyes open to meet with grey. "Morning, sleepyhead." Draco said in a soft voice, before kissing the others forehead, tenderly.

Harry blushed. "Morning, sweetheart." the other blushed, gasping as what he called his former enemy. It appeared the link was forming faster between the two then expected.

The blonde haired teen, smiled warmly. "I don't know, Harry. I think the pet name is cute. It's even cuter when it comes from you."

The brunette blushed once more, his face now turning into a tomato. 'I wish I would stop blushing. It's embarrassing.'

Draco laughed. "I don't think so." he said, pulling the other closer to him. "You're cute when you blush."

Harry blushed, not protesting when the other pulling him closer.

"Sleep well?" Draco asked.

"Yes," came the reply. "Better than I have in a while."

Draco smiled inwardly. "I'm glad."

The blonde was going to say something, but as the last minute, decided not to.

Harry giggled. "Something you were going to say, what was it?"

Draco laughed, shaking his head. "It was nothing important."

"Drake, come on tell me."

Draco sighed. "Well my mom wanted to throw a party for you." he said. "It is your birthday after all."

Harry fell silent. He didn't know what to say.

"She was thinking of a little party with us. And then you a bigger party with all your friends, when we are back at school."

Again, Harry was speechless. "I don't know, Drake." the teen said unsure. "I never had a party. I never got any presents, cake, anything."

The younger Malfoy held his mate tighter. "Exactly, why we think you should have one. With us." the blonde said. "Just think about, before you make a final decision. Mother is going to talk to you about it."

Harry smiled slightly, thinking of the idea of having a party. "I guess I can talk to Mrs. Malfoy about it."

Draco laughed. "You know you don't have to call her that. You are part of the family now."

"Really?" Harry turned so grey met with bright green. "How?"

Draco laughed. "Because you are my mate."

Harry laughed at the response, before a question struck him. "Draco?" he said softly.

"Yes?"

"Why is my hair longer with grey streaks?"

"Because the grey streaks signify that you belong to me. Just like I have green streaks."

Harry looked at the others hair, seeing light green streaks. The green streaks weren't really noticeable. They kind of blended in his hair, whereas the blonde streaks were hard to miss.

Draco looked at Harry. "Did you want to take a shower?" he asked. By now he figured it was close to eleven.

Harry nodded hesitantly. "I don't have any clothes with me.

The blonde teen chuckled. "It's okay, Harry. You can borrow some of mine until Mom goes shopping for you."

The blonde vampire got off the bed, holding his hand out. Harry blushed, taking his hand, feeling a slight spark of electricity run through his body, but said nothing to the other. He decided that he would later.

"Where's the bathroom?" he asked nervously.

"No need to be nervous, Harry. I'm not going to hurt you." he said, pointing to the left of the room, where a large door could be seen. "The bathroom is through that door." Letting go of the brunette's hand, he watched as the teen went into the bathroom.

The brunette looked in awe at the bathroom. It had green walls with glitter, a big white bathtub with a shower, and light green toilet. The sink was also light green, with a white towel rack, two towels with hanging on it, one was green and the other was white. The green towel had his name sewed in the bottom. There was also a rug by the shower so that you're feet wouldn't touch the cold floor when you got out.

After closing and locking the door, the teen took off his shirt, pants, boxers, and socks, before neatly folding them and placing his clothes on the sink.

Walking over to the shower, he turned the knobs until it was at the right temperature, before he walked into the soothing water.

He sighed in contentment. It had been a long time since he was able to take a shower without the fear of being interrupted. After all, there were days that he wasn't able to shower. His abusive relatives wouldn't let him. His uncle once told him that he didn't see the point in a good for nothing person like him needing to be clean. So, when he went back to school, he was always glad to have a long, peaceful shower.

Reluctantly, he turned off the shower. Grabbing the white towel, he wrapped it around himself, before walking on the rug. He smiled inwardly. The rug was warm and almost made him feel content, like he didn't want to leave the bathroom. Just stand there for a little while longer. But he knew, he had to leave, for the rest of the Malfoy's were waiting for him and Draco.

Unlocking the door, he opened it and walked back in the bedroom. He saw that Draco was there, already dressed. 'How did he get dressed so fast?' he thought.

"I took a short shower." was the response, startling him.

"Did you read my mind?" the brunette looked at the other with a confused expression.

"Yes. Sorry." he asked embarrassed. "I try not, but sometimes, I drop my guard around you."

"Drop your guard around me?" he asked confused. "You mean it's happened before?"

"Yes, but you never noticed." he explained. "A vampire will eventually learn how to read the minds of those they want to. But with their mates' minds, it's a little hard to block out."

"Why is that?"

"Because our mates could be in danger, and if we don't drop our guard, we won't know. We won't be able to save them."

Thinking that a change of topic was in order, he looked at the bed and saw clothes lying there. "Are those for me?" he asked, hoping it was would change the atmosphere of the room.

Draco nodded, looking to the door. Not only was he upset about the thought of losing Harry, he didn't see it as proper to see Harry in such of state. After all, he knew the other was self- conscious and was afraid of people seeing him like that.

Draco instantly turned his back, when the brunette walked to the bed, and saw the clothes. There was a green dress shirt and gray dress pants, with white socks and black dress shoes.

Grabbing the clothes and shoes, he walked back into the bathroom, and closed the door. Quickly changing, he walked back out to see Draco still standing there, with his back turned.

"Draco?" he asked softly, making the blonde look in his direction. "What's wrong?" there was a lace a worry in his voice.

Draco turned away, shaking his head. "Nothing is wrong, Harry." same the soft response. "Come on, we should be going. They are waiting for us."

The brunette didn't know how, but he knew the other wasn't telling the truth. He made a mental note to ask him later.

Harry said nothing as he was lead out the door. The hallway was beautiful, Harry noticed. There were silver walls, with paintings of all kinds. Pictures of Draco as he grew up. Pictures of the family. He couldn't help but smile at the loving atmosphere he felt as he walked down the hall and down the polished wooden stairs.

Draco took his hand, as he led them where the others were residing. Taking a left, there was a room, with green wall paper, a silver couch, a green chair, and big screen TV.

Narcissa, Lucius were seating on the couch, and Severus was seating on the chair. Feeling their presence, the three of them stood, waiting for their arrival.

Seeing her son, Narcissa walked over and hugged him. "I was wondering when you two were going to get here."

She gave a smile to Harry, whose eyes were a little filled with fear. "Darling, we aren't going to hurt you." she said with sincerity. "We only want to talk."

Harry looked around the room to see the equally smiling facing faces of his mates' father and his Potions Professor. The brunette nodded hesitantly, but they could they feel that he was still wary.

He hadn't realized that his hand was in Draco's. He wasn't sure if he shouldn't move it or not, for a part of him didn't want to; Draco was feeling the same.

"Harry, dear, why don't you seat over here with us?" Narcissa suggested. "Sweetie, I know you and Harry don't want to, but you are going to have to separate at some part."

Draco nodded through the link, before reluctantly letting the brunette's hand go. Harry almost whined in protest, but was able to stop himself before he made the sound.

Harry slowly, walked over to where the blonde's mother suggested, sitting down nervously. "Harry, I am sure that Draco has already told you that we want to throw a party for you." The brunette nodded. "What do you think of that?"

Harry was silent as he thought it over. "I don't know, Mrs. Malfoy." he said. "I never had a party."

"Sweetie, you don't have to call me Mrs. Malfoy." she started. "You can call me Cissy, and in time I am hoping that you think of me as Mom. And I know that you never a party which I why we think you should one." she looked at Draco, Lucius, and Severus to prove her point.

"Well, I always wonder what having a party would be like." he said, giving his consent to a small party.

With a smile on her face, Narcissa closed her eyes, before the whole house was decorated with party supplies. There were balloons all around the house. Green and white streamers covering every surface of the house. Green and white balloons, tied around the posts of the stairs. A large table appears with decorations of red, green, and white, and a hug cake with Harry's name on it.

Harry looked with awe at how the room had changed and it was all for him. Maybe having a party wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Draco smiled. "I guess he likes it, Mother." he said through the link.

"Are you sure about that, sweetie." she giggled back. "I think it's another emotion. Check again."

"Okay, okay, he loves it. He just doesn't know how to feel or what to do."

"Why don't you ask him to dance?" she felt her son nod at the idea, smiling inwardly.

Draco walked over from his place beside his father, to where Harry was with his mother.

"Harry," he said, his voice soft. "Would you like to dance?" he held his hand out.

The smaller teen, blushed, at the question. Not that he didn't want to, he was just nervous. He had never danced before. Nor had anyone asked him to before. "There's no music." he said, hoping to stall his level of dread.

Right on cue, soft music played. Where it was coming from, he didn't know, but he had a feeling that it was Narcissa's doing.

Still blushing, the brunette took the offered hand, feeling himself rise up from his position, being walked to the floor. His hand wrapped around the blonde's neck, as Draco's hands found his waist. With a smooth rhythm of the soft song playing, Draco glided Harry across the floor, their eyes never leaving each other.

Draco smiled as Harry looked nervous, thinking he would mess up the rhythm the other produced.

"Harry, you are doing fine." he whispered softly. "No need to be nervous." they continued their slow dance.

Narcissa, Lucius, and Severus, watched as the two teens danced around the house. "It appears the link is forming faster than it should, don't you think?" Severus said, to his best friend.

Lucius nodded. "Yes. It appears that way." he replied. "Do you know what that means?" he asked.

"I'm not really sure." the Potions Professor said. "But I am sure that it will appear on it own. Right now, they are having a good time. So we shouldn't worry about what cannot be stopped."

The other two nodded in agreement. He was right. Whatever it meant, there was nothing they could do to stop it. They would find out sooner or later. Though, sooner would be better.

"You have pretty eyes, Harry." Draco said softly, gliding him around the floor.

Harry blushed. "Thank you, but I don't think they are."

Draco kissed Harry's cheek. "They are." he said. "They look like sparkling emeralds."

Harry blushed more, unable to think of what to say.

After some time, the two decided to stop dancing. Walking over to the table, Harry noticed there were present there, all wrapped up.

He looked at Narcissa. "Is this for me?" he asked.

She nodded, with a bright smile. "Of course, my dear." She said. "Please open them."

Shakily, Harry opened his presents, surprised by what he had gotten. He got a blue Zune, a new broom for Quidditch, the whole series of Twilight, and the first four books of the True Blood series.

A noise was heard and an owl came flying through the window, almost hitting it. Harry giggled a little. There appeared to be letter in its beak. Dropping the letter in Harry's lap, it flew out of the window.

Picking up the letter, he noticed it was from Ron and Hermione. He smiled. Opening the letter, he read the letter mixed both with Ron and Hermione's handwriting.

Dearest Harry,

We are sorry that we are unable to see you on your special day. We look forward to seeing you at school. There, you will receive your presents from us. And we really hope that you like them.

We know that the past couple of years, have not been the best, but we know that the future looks bright. Life is always a mystery, but just know that me and Ron will always be there for you.

We love you and miss you.

Love Your Friends,

Ron and Hermione.

Harry smiled warmly, as he put the letter on the table with the rest of his presents. Sitting back on the couch, he looked at Draco, noticing something was different in his expression.

Draco's eyes changed, smelling something in the air. "Harry," he sounded worried. "Are you okay?"

The brunette looked confused. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"I don't know, but I smell your blood, but I don't see any cuts on you." he said. "You don't have any cuts on you, do you?" he asked.

Harry got up. "Excuse me." he said, walking out of the room, quickly. He noticed that Draco followed. Running up the stairs, he went back to their room, closing the door behind him.

"Harry," a familiar voice said, now sitting on the bed. "You do have cuts on you, don't you? Where?" he inquired.

Harry shook his head. "Don't." he said. "It's nothing."

"Not to me. Tell me where they are." the blond got up from the bed, walking over to his mate.

Harry once again, shook his head. "Don't come any closer." his voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"Harry, please tell me where they are."

The brunette ran around the blonde, trying to get away. He knew if the blond saw, he would think he was crazy. He would tell him that it wasn't his fault. Something he just didn't believe. Something he would never believe. He knew it was his fault. He knew he was the cause of the Dark Lord's death. Cutting himself was the only way, he could make the guilt go away, even it wasn't very long.

"Harry," his voice was pained, running after him. There was nowhere to run. Harry was now trapped, close to the couch.

Slowly, making sure that Harry wouldn't pull away, the blonde lifted Harry's arm, lifting up the sleeve of the shirt, to see cut marks. Draco gasped in horror.

"Harry, you have to stop." he said. "This isn't healthy."

Harry shook his head, tears now running down his eyes. "Yes, it is. This is my punishment for taking a life."

"Voldemort was already dead, before you killed him. It was his destiny to die. Maybe now, he can finally be in peace. Without the power of evil, clouding his judgment."

"No!" Harry said. "Why are you so worried? You don't care!" Harry anger was starting to resurface. How could he say that? It could have easily been his destiny to die. It was destiny for one of them to die.

"Because I worry about you." the two were now laying on the couch. Draco's arms were wrapped around Harry, trying to prevent him from running away.

"No you don't! No one cares! No one loves me!" the brunette starting thrashing, trying to get out the other's hold.

"I do." he said, his voice was a whisper. "I love you!" there were tears coming down his eyes. " I love you. I don't want to lose you."

"How can you love me?" he said, with a angry tone. "You hated me for years."

Draco shook his head, looking into the eyes he loved so much. "I never hated you. I fell in love with you, the first time I saw you." he explained. "I was heartbroken when you declined my friendship, but my family thought it would be better since they didn't want the Dark Lord to know we were spies for Dumbledore." he made Harry look at him, who turn his head when he spoke. "I never hated you. Neither did my family. It was just something we had to do, to keep our cover."

Harry calmed down, instantly relaxing in Draco arms, slowly, he fell asleep.

Moriah: I am so sorry that it took me so long to update this.

Harry: What is going to happen now that Draco knows my secret? What is going to happen now that I know his?

Moriah: You are just going to have to wait and find out next chapter.

Harry: Do you have an idea for what is going to happen next chapter?

Moriah: Yes, I do. Draco talks to his family about what he discovered about you, and they talk to him about what he should do.

Harry: That's all?

Moriah: *thinks* I may have you two going to Hogwarts.

Harry: Please review! We hope that you liked the chapter. We are sorry if it is boring. It will get better. We promise.

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