Back at Draco's house, Draco carried Harry, who was awake but much too tired to protest, up the stairs. He pushed open the door to Harry's room with his shoulders; bring careful so he wouldn't hit Harry. He retrieved the small boy's pajamas and allowed Harry to put them on in the bathroom before again picking him up and carrying him over to the bed. With extra caution he placed Harry under the warm blankets. Picking up the softest, fluffiest pillow he could find, Draco gently maneuvered Harry's beautiful head onto it and pulled the covers up to his chin. Harry snuggled into the bed, looking like a perfect sleeping angel. With a kiss to Harry's forehead, Draco left so that his little mate could go to sleep.

When Draco had gone, Harry lifted his hand and wiped the kiss from his forehead like it was some unwanted kiss from an aunt. He hated it when Draco did that. Normally he would have yelled at Draco, but he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. And besides, he doubted he would have been able to get up the stairs by himself. His legs felt like lead. He didn't know why he was so tired lately. Was it a sign that his inheritance was coming? He hoped not. If Prime Veelas attacked him when he was still his regular self, he didn't even want to think about what they would do when he was a Veela.

Harry had considered the idea of just letting Draco be his mate. He seemed a lot better than the other Veelas. But still. He couldn't forget the fact that Draco had tried to rape him. That animalistic look that had been in Draco's eyes scared him to no end. Sure, now Draco was trying his best to treat Harry nicely, but he still forced things on Harry. He still kissed him without his consent and threatened him. No, Draco wouldn't do. He was going to find a mate that would treat him right. One that would be kind to him and protect him. He didn't care how long it took. In fact, he wouldn't mind waiting a few years until he was old enough to make that kind of decision.

He couldn't think about that right now. He needed to sleep. Burrowing into the soft bed, Harry closed his eyes.

"Harry…" a voice hissed, making Harry shiver. His eyes shot open and he sat up, looking around the room, panicked. That voice. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be him. He couldn't be here.

"V-Voldemort?" Harry stuttered, clutching the covers in his hands.

"Where are you, Harry?" Voldemort's voice seemed to flow all over him, suffocating him, wrapping around his mind. "Don't think you can hide from me, Harry. I will find you. I will find you and make you suffer through a horribly painful death. You will break and beg me for death before I kill you. How does that sound, Harry?" The presence in his mind suddenly became very painful. He bit his lip to stop himself from screaming.

"I'll never tell you where I am." He managed to force out through gritted teeth. With everything going on, he had forgotten about the threat from Voldemort. But now it was back, and Harry was frightened to no end.

Voldemort growled in anger. "Tell me where you are!" he demanded. The pain increased. Tears slipped from Harry's eyes and he arched his back. "You're all alone, Harry. Nobody is there to protect you from me."

"I'm not alone!" he shouted, closing his eyes tight against the agony.

"You're not?" Voldemort whispered, slowly increasing the pain bit by bit. "Who is hiding you from me, Harry? Tell me now."

Harry let out a small scream. "I-I'm not telling. You'll n-never f-find me."

"But I will, Harry." Voldemort laughed cruelly while Harry whimpered in pain. "I can feel the fear inside you. You know I will find out where you are hiding. And I will kill everyone who you love, Harry. Especially whoever is there with you. Who are they, Harry? Who is hiding you?" He felt ghostly fingers probing his mind. Harry couldn't let Voldemort find out about Draco. He didn't know why, but he couldn't.

Using every last bit of his energy, Harry yelled and shoved Voldemort out of his mind before collapsing onto the bed. He lay there, breathing hard, shaking for what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, and just trying to regain himself. Then his mind seemed to take over. He slid off the bed and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. He walked out of his room and down the stairs, not wanting to be alone anymore.

Draco was lying in his bed, staring at the wall and thinking of his little green eyed mate. He just couldn't get to sleep. What had happened to Harry today was unacceptable. Draco was so stupid. He couldn't just leave Harry alone. Harry wasn't mated yet. Prime Veelas would be all over him. Harry was so small and delicate. He wouldn't have a chance to defend himself. Draco had to protect him. He had to protect Harry until Harry was ready to become his mate. Until Harry loved him.

There was a click and his door swung open. He sat up and growled, thinking it was a threat. The growl died in his throat when he saw Harry standing there, his eyes rimmed red from crying, and holding a blanket so that it covered his pale shoulders and little chest. He was shaking. "Harry, what's wrong?" Draco asked worriedly, wanting to go to Harry's side and hold him but he knew Harry would freak.

Tears fell from Harry's eyes. "I had a bad dream." He hesitated. "Can…can I sleep here?" he whispered.

Draco was shocked. Harry wanted to sleep in his room? It must have been a pretty bad nightmare. "Of course, Harry." He said gently, not wanting to scare him away. He patted the spot beside him. Harry shuffled over slowly and laid down on the edge of the bed, as far away from Draco as he could get. Draco rolled his eyes and used his arms to pull Harry close to him so their faces were inches apart. Harry put up a weak struggle, but eventually just stopped, too tired and weak to fight. Draco used his thumb to wipe away Harry's tears. "You should never cry, Harry. You should always be happy." He kissed Harry's nose. "What happened?"

Those emerald orbs stared at him, filled with fear. "Voldemort's going to kill me." He cried.

Draco took Harry's head and placed it against his chest, holding the small boy close. "No, Harry." Draco placed small kisses on Harry's head as if he could kiss away the nightmares. "He won't touch you. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you."

Harry buried his face into Draco's chest, sobbing as he listened to Draco's steady heartbeat. Draco realized everything that had happened recently must just now be crashing down on Harry. Nearly getting raped, being taken from his home, locked up in this house, attacked by other Prime Veelas mercilessly, having nightmares. Draco couldn't believe what he had done. He had hurt Harry so much. He was a terrible mate.

Draco pushed Harry away from him and backed up on the bed, shaking his head. Harry looked at him with those eyes. Those stunningly perfect eyes that right now held so much sadness. "Draco?" Harry reached out for him. Draco avoided his hands. He had to stay away. He had hurt Harry too much already. Harry deserved someone a lot better than him. Harry deserved somebody as perfect as himself, and that wasn't Draco.

Harry sniffled. "Draco, please. I can't be alone. He'll attack me if I'm alone."

The blond continued to shake his head. "I'm hurting you, Harry. I'm a bad mate. I'm a horrible mate. I can't hurt you anymore. I love you too much."

"Please, Draco. Don't leave me alone. He knows if I'm alone." Draco still didn't move. "You're hurting me if you leave me alone." This got to Draco. Instantly Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, rubbing his back and kissing his face. Harry snuggled in closer to Draco, warming himself. For some strange reason he knew he was safe with Draco. This did feel weird, being this close to Draco, but he could tell he was safe from Voldemort here. He swore it would only be a one night thing.

"I love you so much," Draco whispered into his ear, tucking Harry's head protectively under his chin. "I will always love you, Harry. You're perfect. Everything about you is amazing. Nothing else matters but your happiness. I never want to see you cry. Your life should be perfect, just like you." It was after Draco had said this that he realized Harry had fallen asleep. His soft cheek was squished against Draco's chest, making his glasses skew slightly. Draco took these off and put them on the bedside table.

He wrapped his arms around Harry tightly. He felt tears forming in his eyes and he tried to hold them back. Malfoys' didn't cry. But it was hard not to. He loved Harry so much that it hurt. Yet, he didn't know how to show it. His mother and father loved each other, but they never displayed it. Draco didn't know what to do to show Harry how much he cared for him. Because he wanted Harry to know the extent of his love. To know that Draco never meant to hurt him. Never meant to try and rape him.

Draco couldn't help it anymore. The tears fell. How could he have done that to Harry? Why hadn't he been able to control himself? If that man hadn't stopped him, Draco would have raped Harry, claiming him against his will. He would have been no better than the other Prime Veelas. No better than Endus.

"I'm sorry, Harry." He whispered into Harry's soft hair. He would never do that again. Harry was scared of him. Draco didn't want that. If a smile of happiness wasn't on Harry's face, than life wasn't worth living. It seemed as though all Draco wanted to do was take care of Harry and make him happy. Nothing else mattered because Draco loved Harry. He knew he kept saying that but it was true. When Harry had been asleep for those two days Draco had come to that realization. He didn't see Harry as someone whose only purpose was to please him when he wanted it. No. He saw Harry as an incredible, beautiful boy who was so much more than that.

Maybe he had always felt this way, even when he had made fun of Harry and his friends. The feeling must have been buried deep down inside of him, and he didn't quite understand it so he picked on Harry to make up for it. He still hated himself for that. If he could go back in time he would give his younger self a firm smack across the face and tell him to stop being such a git.

Draco wanted every night to be like this. Every night he wanted Harry in his arms, sleeping peacefully, warming Draco's heart with his mere presence. This was when Draco was at his happiest. Right now Harry wasn't glaring at him hatefully, or yelling at him, saying words that hurt Draco more than Harry could ever know. He wasn't slapping Draco for being unable to resist kissing him, or crying because he missed his friends and godfather. No. Because right now Harry was lying against him, his mouth slightly open, snuggled up close to Draco for warmth, and looking so beautiful it made Draco's heart ache. And it was perfect.

There was nothing else. There was no Dark Lord. There were no other Prime Veelas who could possibly hurt Harry. Because there was only him and Harry in the world. There was only Harry's pink lips, his messy hair, his emerald eyes framed by dark lashes, his soft skin, his soft breathing, his small body, his beautiful face, and Draco, who could only stare. It surprised him that he wasn't angry that he loved Harry. If you had told him a few years ago that when he was fifteen he would be a Veela who was crazy about a certain boy-who-lived he would have hexed you into oblivion. But now it all made sense. Now it was all he wanted.

Draco grabbed the covers and pulled them up till Harry was covered warmly. Some part of him knew all this was pointless. That Harry could never love him the same way Draco loved Harry. But he still hoped. It was all he could do. He couldn't imagine life without Harry.

That night Draco had many dreams, all of them about Harry. In one, he was downstairs at the kitchen table with his head on the table, tears falling slowly down his face and landing on the wood. He was miserable. Then he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and he turned to see Harry standing there, worry filling his green eyes. "What's wrong, Draco?" he asked.

Draco turned his gaze back to the table. "You hate me." He whispered. "You hate me and you always will."

Harry's small hand took his and pulled on it till Draco got to his feet and faced Harry. Gentle fingers brushed away his tears. Harry placed his hands on either side of Draco's face and stared into his eyes. "But I love you, Draco. I always have." He pulled Draco's head down and kissed him full on the lips. Draco slipped his fingers into Harry's hair and kissed back, tears still falling from his eyes. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Harry's lips on his in a willing kiss. He wanted this so badly. He needed this kiss like he needed air.

Harry pulled away and stared up at him, a small smile on his lips and a slight blush to his cheeks. Draco entwined his fingers with Harry's and wrapped his other arm around Harry's waist. He placed their foreheads together and smiled. "You promise you love me?"

"Of course, Draco. I'll always love you." And as if to prove it, Harry kissed him again, making Draco the happiest person in the world.

In another dream, Draco was carrying Harry, who was laughing and had his arms around Draco's neck. They were outside of Hogwarts, walking through the grounds. They came upon a huge tree and stopped. Draco placed Harry on the ground and lay down at the base of the tree. Harry crawled on top of him and placed his head on Draco's chest. His pianist fingers traced patterns on Draco's stomach as leaves fell around their heads. Draco wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, smiling and enjoying the slight pressure of having Harry lie on him. The small boy smiled up at Draco, his green eyes shining. "What you thinking about?" he asked coyly, placing a kiss on Draco's neck.

Draco slipped his other hand into his mate's dark hair, letting it run through his fingers. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are." He whispered. Harry blushed a light pink that made him look just adorable. "What about you? What are you thinking about?"

Harry placed his head back down and hugged Draco, his cheek squished against Draco's chest. "I…" he hesitated. "I was just wondering when you were going to…tell your parents about us."

Draco instantly tensed up. "You know I can't do that, Harry. They would never approve. Besides, you've met them before."

"But, Draco, I've only met them when you hated me. You don't hate me anymore. They love you. They'll understand."

Draco sighed. Harry just didn't get it. "They won't, Harry. They're Death Eaters. They don't even know I'm gay or that I'm a Veela. I can't just show up at my parents' house and just say, "By the way, Mom and Dad, not only am I gay but I'm also a Prime Veela. But wait, I haven't gotten to the best part yet. I'm also madly in love with Harry Potter. You know, the one who the Dark Lord wants to kill?"

He felt water on his chest and looked to see that Harry was crying. Draco instantly felt bad. Had he said something wrong? He slowly sat up and hugged Harry close to him. "What's wrong, Harry?"

"You're embarrassed by me." He cried. "You're embarrassed that you love me."

Draco's heart broke. "No, Harry." He pulled Harry away from him so he could look into the boy's tear stained face. "I love you with all my heart. If it makes you feel better I will introduce you to my parents." He kissed Harry's little nose. "You're perfect, Harry. I could never be embarrassed by you."

Harry cuddled up close to him and nuzzled his neck. "I love you, Draco." He breathed.

"I love you too, Harry."

Draco woke with a start, and Harry grumbled angrily as he opened his eyes a crack. "Wha…wha happened?" he muttered sleepily, lifting his head from the safe place next to Draco.

Draco gently forced Harry's head back down, back to where he wanted it to be. "It's nothing, Harry. Just go back to sleep." Harry obeyed and closed his eyes again, falling asleep almost instantly. Draco got comfortable again and frowned. How he wished those dreams could be real. How he wished Harry would touch him so gently and speak to him so softly, like he did in Draco's dreams. Draco sighed. He could only hope. He whispered the three words that meant so much into Harry's ear before falling asleep again.

And if you didn't know any better, you would have sworn that the two boys were a couple. With Harry's head buried in Draco's chest and Draco's arms wrapped tightly around the small boy as if afraid he would lose him, they seemed to fit perfectly. It was very unfortunate that the two boys had no idea what was going to happen in just a few days. If they did, then Draco would never leave that bed.

A rather short chapter, but I haven't updated in a bit so I decided to post this. And it will work well for next chapter. This way the next chapter will flow easier. Hope you enjoyed it. Have any suggestions? Please let me know. And vote in the poll so I know what your favorite story is. The one that gets the most votes will be updated faster:) Also, I try my hardest to reply to every reviewer who leaves a decent review. Readers who review are my favorite kind of readers:)