Disclaimer – Harry Potter does not unfortunately belong to me but the amazing JKR otherwise many a character would still be living / not evil lol :)

AN – I would like to apologise for being gone so long partly due to exams and partly due to other reasons but to make it up to you guys a longer than normal chapter from me directly below and a promise of another one before I go one holiday, have fun and reviews are welcomed! :P

Chapter 7 – Settling In

"Why of course, follow me" replied Dumbledore, happy to see the boys getting along, a twinkle shining bright in his eyes.

After sweeping up and down corridors and stairs; Harry, Draco and their entroupe landed up somewhere on the second floor in between the Great Hall and Ravenclaw Tower. When Dumbledore turned to stop Harry shot out in front, slitting his thumb to give a raven-shaped statue / gargoyle his blood.

While the others stood momentarily shocked at his actions Draco, however, had an immediate reaction to sensing his Mate's spilt blood and almost burst into his Veela form before realising what had occurred. Still Draco wrapped Harry in his embrace, sucking on Harry's thumb to ensure it was fully healed and cleaned.

At the feel of his thumb encased in Draco's hot, wet mouth (and what a good looking mouth it was) Harry blushed a delicate rose-pink, his kitten like ears subconsciously moving flirtatiously and tail wrapping shyly around his waist, brushing against Draco's wrist.

In response Draco smirked around Harry's thumb, releasing it only to place a kiss on his wrist. "Exquisite" he murmured. Harry's blush deepened into a deep-red, opening his mouth to say something only to deepen further when he was interrupted. "why don't we go inside before they start fornicating in the hallways and on, what I presume, their own doorstep?" drawled Snape, amused while sounding sickened at the same time.

Harry snapped back to himself at once breaking contact with Draco by backing up, clutching his kissed arm – blushing furiously. Draco growled, unhappy with the interruption, and tracked Harry with his eye's, but with a smirk still firmly in place.

"Lemon Drop's" Dumbledore stated cheerfully, out of the blue, "Really Albus, it's not really the time for such nonse …" McGonagall was stopped mid-flow by the Raven moving from its pestle and granting them access. "Your password is lemon drops" Pansy asked Harry incredulously, Blaise snickering in the background. " I thought I would use my Headmaster's default emergency password since Harry seems occupied" replied Dumbledore.

With that Harry walked in, leading the others behind him, still with a rose-dusting upon his cheeks, looking down shy. The others could only smirk or smile while being relived they had found each other, and turned to look at their surroundings. It was incredible to believe they were in one of The Legendary Founder's rooms.

When they all took in their surroundings they were speechless;

"It is magnificent" whispered McGonagall,

"All that history" murmured Snape with hunger and jealousy in his voice, looking at the rows of bookcases filled with so much knowledge.

The others simply stared; stared at the ten-foot tall mahogany bookcases that lined the walls, at the gold coving around the room, at the deep sapphire carpet, the emerald couches surrounding a pure white marble fireplace. And to think this was just one room, one admittedly perfect, jewel-toned room but only one none the less.

Draco, of course, only had eyes for His Harry and after a cursory look around the room turned his attention to his mate once more.

Dumbledore took this time to announce one of his many decisions. "I would like to offer the position of Professors of History of Magic and Wizarding Customs in combination for 5th years only as a trial basis" he stated, looking at Lucius and Narcissa. "This of course means you shall only teach the 5th years but will have teacher benefits, not to mention get to stay at Hogwarts for the year." Dumbledore finished with a twinkle in his eyes. Seeing the position for the truce and offer to stay with their son for a year Narcissa gracefully accepted, "We would be delighted" she drawled, in a perfectly snobbish voice but with a twinkle not unlike a certain old mans.

As the others looked on amused a sudden "Don't you dare", made them all jump. They all turned around to see McGonagall scolding Harry who had apparently tried to slip himself another lemon drop and was now getting a lecture as to why he shouldn't and should really wait for dinner instead. It was amusing to the others to see Harry sucking on said lemon drop as he was getting scolded, McGonagall not noticing but finishing her rant with a, "You don't eat enough anyway and filling up on sweets rather than proper food won't help that." Harry looked down through his fringe, feet shuffling on the floor, eyes remorseful. "I'm really sorry Auntie Minnie, I won't do it again, I promise."

With those puppy dog eyes her expression changed from one of firmness to a softening one with a small smile on her face. Draco's changed from his inner Veela's smirk due to the smugness of having such a mate to a look of lust due to having such an adorable mate (though Malfoy's would never use such a word) and hormones shall we say. Dumbledore took this as his cue to excuse them all and leave the two 'young men' alone for the evening.

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For the first few moments alone both boys stood awkwardly across from one another. "Do you … umm do you want for me to show you your room … Draco?" the last part said hesitant and almost in a whisper. "That would be … good" Draco replied just as nervous but in a much more steady voice than Harry.

As Harry turned to lead the way Draco regained his confidence, "knowing where your rooms would be … good also" his voice lowered to practically a purr and his smirk was back, recognisable in his voice let alone upon his face. Only as Harry looked back, head turned over his shoulder, what he had always mistaken as an arrogant and cocky smirk was in fact actually not only incredibly attractive but also soft around the edges and light-hearted.

Harry walked about 5 meters, from the centre of the room, to an archway that turned into a small kitchenette that had two doors coming from behind it. Leading Draco through the door on the left Harry entered a room of silks; various shades of blues, greens and blacks, all draped over the walls and ceiling but centred on a voluptuous, four poster bed that was big enough to fit ten men. And with a floor to ceiling wardrobe that was expanded and a family size ensuite that was also connected to Harry's room Draco was sure he was in that mystical place muggleborn's liked to talk about, hea-van, heaven? Whatever it was this bedroom was it!

Well, once Harry was in that bed (preferably naked) it would be, Draco thought eying up his mate and the bed once more.

"Well, unless there's anything else you need …" Harry started, turning only to squeak in shock after he was tackled to the bed. "Draco what are you DO-ing?" Draco ignored him and continued marking his mate by placing kisses and hickies along his little one's neck, until finally he reached the perfect spot. The spot that made Harry moan and mewl with pleasure and delight. This he decided, this was the perfect spot to mark his mate and show everyone just who His little one belonged to. Sucking on that spot hard, to bruise and prepare it Draco bit down hard trying to permanently mark his mate once accepted.

Harry squealed, first in pain from the bite but then in pleasure from the feel of Draco's magic rushing through his system, trying to mark his and declare him permanently off limits to anyone who dared try to take him. But the magic only lay in wait, waiting till that crucial moment of acceptance from Harry.

AN - Aren't I mean to leave this on a cliffhanger, even I'm excited to find out what happens next :P