NOTE: Chapter 4!!!

Disclaimer: In chapter 2!!! I don't own Harry Potter...

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"Yes," was all that Draco said before he slowly leaned forward and kissed Harry on the lips.

Harry sat motionless and let Draco kiss him. It was a short, gentle kiss and Harry was blushing like mad when Draco pulled away. He tried to look anywhere but at Draco. Draco smiled and gently grabbed Harry's chin, turning him so he could look into the beautiful emerald eyes of his mate. "You want to ask questios, yeah?"

"Y-yes," Harry stammered before clearing his throat. "Um, this is your room isn't it?" was the first question he asked. He looked around the big room. Most of the decorations were green and silver, Slytherin colors.

"It is," replied Draco as he supported himself on one elbow to face Harry.

"And we're... mates?" Harry asked next. He avoided eye contact and instead found that the stitching on the comforter was suddenly very interesting. He traced the thread's design with his finger.

"We are," Draco said affectionately. Harry looked up at the tone and saw an emotion swirling in Draco's silver eyes that he had seen only in the single picture he had of his parents... love.

Why was Draco Malfoy looking at him like that? The people Harry thought were his friends had never looked at him that way before, even his family had never looked upon him that way before... But Draco Malfoy, who he had known for six years, who he had never spoken more than 'hello' or 'excuse me' to, looked at him as if he would rather die than look at anyone other else...

"I would..." Draco smiled.

"Would what?" Harry was pulled out of thoughts.

"I'd rather die than look at anyone else besides you." He sat up already prepared to answer Harry's next question.

"Can you read my mind?"

"I can, and you could probably read mine right now if you tried," Draco replied as he lifted the usual guards he had on his thoughts. It wouldn't be fun to have his father or Sirius, the nosy person he is, reading his mind.

"Really?" Harry asked amazed.

Draco laughed. "Yes, just close your eyes and listen for my voice," he instructed. Harry obeyed. Closing his eyes he tried to locate Draco's voice in his mind. Harry? Can you hear me? said Draco's voice.

Harry opened his eyes in excitement. "I found you!" he smiled. It slowly faded as he thought of his next question. "What am I?"

Draco moved a little closer. "We are the Sangue legare, an ancient race. To put it in short, we're a better, stronger version of Vampires... Kind of like a Veela/Vampire crossover," Draco tried to explain so Harry could easily understand.

"Does the sun hurt us?" Harry questioned.

"No," Draco laughed. "I don't think it hurts real Vampires either."

"Okay," Harry nodded. "How do you know I'm your mate?" he asked as his face turned red.

"Whenever a Sangue legare is born they are raised knowing that they have a destined mate somewhere in the world. When that mate finally comes into their legare Inheritance, you at seventeen because you're only half-legare," he added, "the legare knows that their mate is ready to be found. I've been waiting seventeen years for my mate and here you are... We have matching marks," Draco said as he took off his shirt. Right over his heart was a gold and silver swirl. You couldn't tell where the gold started and the silver began. Without thinking Harry reached over to trace the mark. Draco sighed and closed his eyes.

For seventeen years Draco had been told how good it felt to find your mate and how when you did, you would never feel whole without them again. Draco had never felt better in his entire life then he did right then with Harry's gentle fingers tracing the mark he had been born with. He nearly whimpered when those soft fingers stopped. He opened his eyes and saw that Harry was looking away, his face red. "My mark doesn't look like that," he said as if he were sorry for some kind of confusion.

"It has wings?" Draco questioned, a smirk on his beautifully pale face.

"Yeah," Harry whispered playing with the thread of the comforter again. Draco leaned as close as he could and whispered lowly into Harry's ear. He jumped at the sudden closeness of the blonde.

"It's suppose to." Draco's warm breath caressed Harry's ear just like it had done in the dream, causing him to shiver.

"Why?" Harry asked as he turned to face Draco. Their lips were mere centimeters apart now. If either of them moved forward even the slightest amount their lips would connect.

"The submissive legare have their marks on their back and they're usually connected to wings in case the submissive's mate is unable to protect them. But you won't have to worry, I'll never fail," Draco promised in a whisper as he reached up his hand to caress Harry's cheek.

"Promise?" Harry asked as he was lost to the intense waves of need that washed over him. They were new and sudden... Harry couldn't fight them. He promised himself he wouldn't let anyone close to him again. It had hurt so much to be betrayed by the only people who had befriended him... Yet here he was, not pushing Draco away... If anything, he wanted to pull him closer...

Before Harry could ask why he was feeling the way he was the door opened. He jumped and nearly fell off the bed, but Draco caught him just in time.

"Bloody good save, Draco! Ten points to Slytherin!" laughed Sirius. "And five more points for doing it topless!" he laughed harder.

"That didn't sound dirty and perverted at all," Draco said sarcastically as he put his shirt back on. "Ten points to Gryffindor for getting father to beat you up only two times in the past two hours," Draco laughed as he released Harry and stood up from the bed. "Isn't that a record low? Losing your touch, old man?" he teased. Sirius huffed indignantly and crossed his arms over his chest. Harry watched the scene in amusement.

"I've not lost my touch! Lucius must have gotten more tolerant while I was away. Maybe he's the one who's lost his touch!" he called a little loudly.

"I heard that!" Harry heard Draco's father yell from somewhere downstairs. Harry laughed as Sirius held up five fingers and began counting down silently. 5...4...3...2...1...

Lucius was behind him and hit him with a rolled up copy of The Daily Prophet, the wizarding world's newspaper. He smiled triumphantly and looked at Harry. "Hello. Lunch is ready and it's going to be cold if we wait any longer," he informed.

"You said 'dinner' earlier," Sirius pointed out with a laugh.

"Yes, well even perfect people like me are entitled to make mistakes," Lucius said as he held his head high.

"Yes, perfect indeed," Sirius said lovingly as he turned and tried to kiss Lucius. Lucius put his hand in front of his mouth to prevent Sirius from kissing him. Sirius groaned, "Lucius, it's been three days since I kissed you last. I'll die at this rate!" he pouted.

"That's what you get for leaving... You're being punished..." Lucius laughed evilly as he turned swiftly and walked away. "We're eating now!" he called over his shoulder.

Draco grabbed Harry's hand and helped him out of bed. He patted Sirius's shoulder as he passed, never letting go of Harry's. They walked down the hall with a frowning Sirius behind them. "Why did he leave?" Harry whispered as quietly as he could. He looked up at Draco, who was at least nine inches taller than him , curiously.

Draco looked around to make sure his father wasn't anywhere near them. "Don't tell father," he started, "but Sirius left to go pick up an engagement ring. It's absolutely gorgeous."

Sirius popped up beside Harry, all his gloom gone. He pulled a heart-shaped box from the front pocket of his dark purple trousers and opened it up. "Think he'll like it?" he asked excitedly. Inside the box was a white-gold ring that had a lavender jewel on the top and when Sirius turned it to the left just a tiny bit it looked as if someone had caught a star and trapped it inside. Even though Harry had just met Lucius he could tell that the ring Sirius picked couldn't belong on anyone else's finger.

"I think he'll love it," Harry answered honestly. Sirius beamed proudly and wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders.

"I like you, pup," he smiled. And Harry smiled back, he was beginning to like Sirius as well.

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Lucius had prepared a delicious meal that reminded Harry of the food from Hogwarts though this food tasted better. They ate at a big table in the Manor dining hall. Lucius and Sirius sat next to each other and Harry and Draco mirrored them on the other side. Harry was quickly full. He never really ate much during the summer... So he sat at watched and listened.

Lucius reprimanded Sirius over the smallest things but upon closer inspection Harry saw the loving gleam in the blonde's silver eyes. And Sirius seemed to enjoy the attention because he would occasionally make some mistakes more than once.

Every now and then they would ask Harry questions about his family and Draco was happy to see that he wasn't the only one who thought the muggles Harry previously lived with were horrid beasts. "Aren't you hungry?" Lucius had asked when he noticed Harry had stopped eating.

Sirius snickered, "I told you your cooking would hurt him. Me and Draco have built up an immunity-"

Lucius elbowed him. "Draco and I," he corrected.

Harry laughed. "It's not your cooking," he assured. "In fact, I can't recall ever eating anything better." At this compliment Lucius sat up taller and sent a dashing smile at his mate before sticking out his tongue childishly. "I'm just not accustomed to eating so much," Harry replied honestly.

"Well in this house we all have hearty appetites. Just give it a few days and you'll never want to be without my cooking again," Lucius laughed... but on the inside he was angry that his son's mate was forced to nearly starve every summer. If he ever met those muggles... well let's just say he would need to tie back his hair for the occasion...

"So, Harry, Draco informed us that you are in Gryffindor," Sirius said with a proud gleam in his chocolate eyes. "It is, after all, the best house to be in," he added with a superior look over at Lucius.

"Yes it's a great house and I sure can't complain about our Quidditch team. Our Seeker is absolutely amazing and always catches the Snitch!" Harry said with a smirk at Draco who was playfully glaring at him. He had no clue why he felt so comfortable talking with Sirius and the Malfoys. They were just so welcoming, he couldn't resist.

"Who's the Seeker?" Sirius asked with interest.

"Harry is," Draco answered before Harry could.

"Ha! How about that? Ten points to Gryffindor for Harry beating Draco every year! Finally! Someone who can beat him," Sirius exclaimed. "Every time we play Seeker games I lose!"

"Why do you give out points?" Harry asked.

"It's just a sort of game we play here at the Manor," Lucius answered. "We give out points for random things and at completely random times. We started playing when Draco was short..." he said going into the-father-who's-getting-too-old mode. "He's been taller than me for at least, what, six years?" he muttered with a pout.

"How do you keep score?" Harry pictured the hour glasses at Hogwarts that held the different colored jewels for each house.

"We have a specialized scale in my study that has green jewels on one side for Slytherin and red jewels on the othe side for Gryffindor," Lucius explained. "The scale leans when one of the two gaons more jewels. And if I'm not mistaken, Slytherin is now in the lead.

"And I'm really glad you''re here," Sirius said. "Now it's two-on-two instead of two-on-one. They always had the advantage," he muttered darkly.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Lucius said with a contradicting gleam in his eyes. "Well, I'll go get some dessert."

When he left Sirius whispered, "They did have an advantage. They teamed up and took points for no reason. Now you can keep Draco in check," he winked.

Harry blushed. "I'll do my best..." Draco heard the uncertainty in his mate's voice and smiled. Lucius appeared then holding a beautiful chocolate pie with whipped topping and strawberries. Harry had never seen anything look so delicious. His mouth started watering.

"My favorite," Sirius breathed as he reached forward and tried to dip his finger into the whipped cream. Lucius pulled it away before he could.

"I didn't make it for you. Honestly! I made it for Harry," he smiled, "You look like a chocolate/strawberry person."

"I am," Harry said as he eyed the pie hungrily. Draco laughed at the excited twinkle in Harry's emerald eyes, like a kid on Christmas morning. Lucius set down the pie and cut Harry a big slice before giving the others noticably smaller pieces. They all dug in and Harry felt as if had died and gone to heaven. Eating the chocolate and strawberries with the whipped cream was just pure bliss. And when the deliciousness hit his stomach he had the sudden urge to kiss someone. He shyly tapped Draco's shoulder when he swallowed the bite he had just put in his mouth. When Draco turned to him he lifted up and pressed his lips against Draco's before the blonde had time to react.

The kiss was over too soon in Draco's opinion. Harry pulled away blushing. He had no idea what had just come over him. "Ten points to Slytherin for tasting like choclate," he said before he could stop himself. He slapped a hand over his mouth. Did I really just say that? he thought wishing he could just disappear.

Sirius smiled before he burst out laughing. Lucius smiled before joining in. Harry eventually laughed as well.

Draco watched the scene and a warm feeling seeped into his stomach and slowly went through his entire body. Why hadn't he known when he first saw Harry six years ago that he was his mate? He could have saved him from the muggles sooner and Harry could have had a family there at the Manor who wouldn't starve him and make him do cruel work. Now that he had Harry he wasn't letting go and he would make him happy. And at least Harry seemed open to the idea of being his mate and didn't refuse to be with him. He even seemed to like it at the Manor though he had only been there for not even a whole day.

Draco vowed then and there that he would earn Harry's trust and eventually his love... no matter how long he had to wait...

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YAY!!! Chapter 4! I would have posted it this morning but, grrr... I couldn't. Sorry. Oh, and I know a lot of questions haven't been answered yet but have patience. Good things come to those who wait. (I'm still trying to figure everything out.) Oh, and it's only lunch time. Wow! It seems like it's about dinner time in the story though... Um, the next chapter will be when Harry finally learns what he needs to know. Is he too excepting to the whole mate thing? I'm sorry to say that I don't really care: I don't think he is. REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!! Thanks for reading! Sorry for any mistakes. I proof-read most of it and wanted to post it so bad so I quit...