Dragonette Destined

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction. Only the original characters in this story are mine.

Summary: Epilogue Compliant. Harry has been having 'problems' for a while. A new healer discovers the problem but reveals him to be a Dragonette Destined which is a new problem.

Pairings: HP/GW. HP/OMC. HP/OFC. HP/TN (Theodore Nott).

Warnings: Slash, hints of het, hints of polyamorous relationships, mating, swearing, some English slang insults, some English slang. Mature scenes will come later in the fic, after about 60000 words into the fic (the last couple of chapters), I shall not mark where they begin as I am warning you now – do not read if under-aged or if male/male intercourse offends your delicate sensibilities. I have kept the mature scenes to appropriate for this site as best as I can with my understanding of the rating system.

Authors note: This is another chapter in the courting section of the story. Never fear though, courting is nearly at its end. Thank you again to all my reviewers of which there are few but all of you really make my day! So thank you. Enjoy!

7th May 2020 – Harry age 39years.

Harry had spent the day at work trying to think of what he could do with the other people in his mateship and eventually came to the conclusion that if they were courting him a little, then he should court them too. So Harry had taken the afternoon off of work and went shopping. He bought a basketful of baking ingredients and decorations for a Victoria sponge and fairy cakes. He had also bought ingredients for a Salmon dinner with citrus roasted vegetables. After a fire call to Theodore to see if Celeste, Yevgeniya and the boys Rene and Dimitri, Harry dropped in on a herbologist to get the women a gift. Arms laden down with food Harry flooed to the Volos Castle.

"Ah, Harry!"

"HARRY!" Harry was pounced on by both boys making him drop his bags to the floor and making him send a silent 'thank goodness he put a cushioning charm on the eggs.

"Hello boys. Having a good day?" The boys quickly regaled Harry with what they had done so far that day but it was a rather short list because it was only 2pm. "Your mother home?"

"Do you mean Mère or Mamka?" Harry should have remembered! To save from confusion within the mateship, because the men were technically all their fathers and both women were their mothers they used the word for mother or father in the language of that parent. Brancis was Batya, Asguard was Fader, Theodore Dad, Tyshawn Pops, Celeste Mère and Yevgeniya was Mamka. Heaven only knows what Harry would be called when he joined…maybe he could push for Papa?

"I mean both."

"Mère! Mamka! Harry want to see you!" Dimitri yelled. A few short moments later both women walked into the hallway from two different directions. Yevgeniya came from down the corridor where the stairs were and Celeste came from the lounge area though she had obviously come in from outside because she was removing a straw sunhat.

"Ah Harry!" Celeste said and opened her arms like she was going to hug him in welcome. Harry quickly squatted down and pulled out Celeste' gift from one of the bags he'd placed an extension charm on. Out came a stunning pale pink rose stripped of all thorns. Harry extended it to Celeste who smiled, accepted it and gave him a kiss to his cheek. Rene wanted to see it closer so Celeste bent to show him.

"I have something for you too Yevgeniya!" Harry said smartly and the shy woman edged forwards. Harry pulled a small bouquet from the bag. It only had three flowers in. One was a beautiful white and blue petal rose, thorns removed and with no leaves. The second flower was a yellow chelidonium majus and the final flower was an ornithogalum, a beautiful white flower in a star shape. As Yevgeniya accepted the small bunch of flowers she blushed deep red and brought the flowers up to her nose giving them a small sniff to smell.

"Are you familiar vith the language of flower Harry?" Yevgeniya asked quietly. Harry shrugged a little and decided to answer honestly.

"I'm not really, but I got a herbologist to help me choose something appropriate and that I liked. From what I understand it's a blue rose for mystery? I didn't like the solidly blue roses though and when I saw that one I thought it said everything and looked beautiful. Now let me see. This one, the white ornithogalum means hope. I chose that one with this one, the chelidonium because the celandine means joys to come. It was the closest I could get to saying that at the moment you're a mystery to me but I hope to change it and that we have lots of happiness to look forward to. Are they okay?"

"They are perfect. Spaciba." Yevgeniya leaned forwards and, with a bright red hue on her cheeks, pecked Harry on the lips in gratitude before pulling back and admiring her flowers once more. Harry smiled, happy that he had connected with the one person he'd felt distanced from.

"Right well, actually besides my gift to you two I took the afternoon off in the hopes that maybe we could make some cakes all together? And I bought food for dinner too I just need to cook it. Is that alright?"

The boys cheered but it was Yevgeniya who reached out and took one of the bags from the floor. Still smiling and glowing Yevgeniya lead the way to the kitchen.

"Come, this way. I vould like to help."

"Oooh! Me too, me too!" The boys ran on ahead of Yevgeniya into the kitchen and Celeste looped her arm with Harry's so they could walk together.

"You Harry Potter are a marvel." Harry ducked his head smiling happily.

They cooked all afternoon and by the time all the men came home Harry had a feast ready for them. Over almost every surface in the kitchen were cakes of all shapes and varieties within the cupcake theme. There were vanilla, chocolate and strawberry flavours, ones with fruits in them, ones which were dyed different colours not just with icing but with sponge. And every single decoration on the top of the cakes were different, curtsey of the boys and Celeste's creativity. Yevgeniya proved to be good at decorating too because she decorated a Victoria sponge very elegantly with piping and an intricate floral design which looked remarkably like icing pictures of the three flowers Harry had bought her. Harry had made the salmon with citrus roasted green beans, new potatoes and peas. It smelled stunning and the whole house smelt like baking.

Theodore had been the first home, sitting at the dining table and giving advice for various decoration ideas to his son and Dimitri. Then came Tyshawn, back from an afternoon of volunteering at a magical creatures shelter. When he smelled the house he had run into the kitchen and managed to beg and plead so much that Rene and Dimitri had given him some cakes to decorate. Asguard arrived after and slumped down and just looked around the kitchen and dining room with a slightly stunned look on his face as if he just couldn't quite believe it. When Theodore started teasing him Asguard had muttered a response about 'not having realised how much he had missed the smell of home baking'.

Brancis' reaction was by far the best. The Dragonette walked into the large room with the kitchen and dining room all together and stood stock still for all of a minute. He stood taking everything in and just as Harry had been about to enquire as to whether or not he had overstepped his bounds, Brancis had rounded the workstation and pulled Harry into a kiss then gone around to each mate and gave everybody a kiss, all without saying one word, before throwing himself into the chair at the head of the table and looking over everybody in the rooms with a satisfied and smug look. He looked like a king at a feast. It made something inside of Harry buzz, a vibration that shook up happy butterflies in his stomach and made his toes curl.

Dinner was great, the pudding was superb, the company better than he food altogether and as for Harry's goodnight kisses…they were out of this world. Harry went to bed so happy he didn't get to sleep for hours.

8th May 2020 – Harry age 39years.

Harry had spent all day at work setting up something for the evening. He'd had some time with everybody except Brancis and Tyshawn this week, the picnic not included. So, since Brancis had told him that Saturday was when Brancis was taking him out, Harry had decided to steal away Tyshawn tonight, though he hadn't told anybody yet. So, that was what he had spent all day organising and he was two parts excited, one part nervous and one part shy. Still he bolstered his courage, got changed into some good flying robes and grabbed his broom before flooing over to the Volos house at eight o'clock.

"Hello? Anybody in?"

"Ah Harry, what a wonderful surprise. Ah, are you hoping to go flying tonight?" Theodore asked, coming into the hallway and greeting Harry with a light kiss. Some of Harry's excitement and nervousness turned into giddiness and he grinned stupidly.

"I was hoping I could steal Tyshawn away for the evening, if that's okay? Because I have something booked that I thought the two of us could enjoy together. You know, as part of courting."

"You do realise that it is we who are supposed to court you and not the other way around?" Theodore asked with a raised eyebrow, though he still summoned a house elf to get Tyshawn and Brancis down in the hallway.

"That hardly seems fair though does it?" Harry said with a shrug and Theodore chuckled.

"Harry! Oh you're here! Did you want to go flying? I can grab my kit and maybe Brancis will let us race him again or even Asguard!" Tyshawn burst out all in one long breath, barely pausing to turn his words into a sentence using the appropriate raising of his pitch. Tyshawn reached Harry in a few split seconds wrapping him in a nearly suffocating hug before pulling back as the newly arrived Brancis touched his arm slightly urging him to let Brancis greet Harry. Harry flushed again and felt his body relax as Brancis put an arm around his shoulders and drew his chin up for a gentle kiss.

"Actually Tyshawn, I was hoping I would be able to take you out tonight. I have something booked you see and, yes, it does include flying."

"Really! Yeah! Awesome! I'll go get changed…that is alright isn't it Brancis?"

"Oh certainly." Brancis agreed and with a loud cheer, to which he got hissed at to keep the noise down, Tyshawn ran down the corridor to where the stairs were. Brancis turned to Harry curiosity showing in every millimetre of his face, as well as a bit of confusion. "Will you be out late?"

"Yeah probably. The thing I booked will start at half past eight and go on till half ten but I've been warned that the people we're going to join like to go out afterwards so we might join them depending on how well things go."

"I see. Will you tell me what you are doing?" Harry grinned cheekily and shook his head.

"No. It's enough that you know it's flying related."

"That is going to get on my nerves all evening you realise?" Theodore commented giving Harry a pitiful look. "I'm not going to be able to rest not knowing what you're doing."

"Ah well, you're going to be a very tired Theodore tomorrow then aren't you." Harry smirked and pointedly refused to look at Theodore who started trying to talk him into telling him what they were doing. Eventually the pureblood gave up ad Tyshawn joined them again.

"I'm so excited, I can't wait. Where do we floo to? Oh! Good night Bran." Tyshawn bounced up and gave Brancis a kiss goodnight and then Theodore before taking Harry's hand and tugging him towards the floo.

"Suoh house first just so that Theodore can't figure out what it is we're doing."

"Hehe. He'll just have to wait until morning and then I'll tell him all about it. There's nothing worse for Theo than being denied knowledge." Tyshawn grinned happily and threw the floo powder into the floo and disappeared.

"You make sure that you both return to me safely, do I make myself clear?" Harry froze at the voice, the low vibrating voice dancing over his body and lighting his blood. Harry turned and met Brancis' stare evenly with a completely serious look on his face.

"I will bring Tyshawn back safely, you have my word. I wouldn't let anything happen to him."

"That was not what I said." Harry cocked his head, confused because he was sure that was what Brancis said. The Alpha took a step forward and put himself nose to nose with Harry. Harry tilted his head immediately, the distracted state of his mind making way for instinctual action. Brancis gave him an approving look but pulled his chin around again so they were looking eye to eye. "I said, you make sure that you both return tome safely. Both of you."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. I'll make sure we both come back safe." Harry felt his cheeks colour.

"Good." Brancis turned Harry's chin to the side and then teeth were on Harry's neck, not pressing hard but there. When Brancis pulled away Harry felt like his blood was split fifty-fifty between his face and his groin. "I shall wait up for you, any later than one o'clock however and I shall be in bed."

"Okay."

When Harry and Tyshawn reached their final destination Tyshawn went so utterly still Harry thought he was holding hands with a statue. Needless to say, the statue being Tyshawn did not stay still very long. Tyshawn gave an almighty yell and launched himself at Harry giving him such a suffocating squeeze Harry saw black spots in his vision for a few seconds. Then Tyshawn let go and was dragging a stumbling Harry along towards the centre of the Quodpot Pitch.

"Hi! You must be Tyshawn. I'm Pyrros Weinburger, England Quodpot Club the Tirelessly Nimble Toads…or T.N.T." Harry cracked a smile at the terrible play on words, he had laughed about it this morning while arranging for himself and Tyshawn to play Quodpot. Obviously a muggleborn thought of the name, how else would they have thought of making sure they had the initials 'T.N.T'…that or it was just a coincidence.

"It's awesome to meet you!" Tyshawn shook the hand enthusiastically then dove towards the large crowd of people all dressed ready to play. The group swallowed Tyshawn up straight away, all of them getting excited and rattling out names and their love of the sport which was not popular in England. Weinburger turned to Harry and held out a hand.

"I'd know who you were even if I hadn't met you this morning. It's good to see you in person sir." Harry shook the hand firmly and smiled.

"Thank you so much for allowing me this. I know it was an imposition arranging a meeting so quickly so I'm really thankful for you to have done this for me…and for Tyshawn."

"Ah well, you said we would receive some funding from you which we were in dire need of so if anyone needs to thank someone, it's us thanking you."

"Well, let's see how tonight goes and we'll see what we can organise for future funding and advertisement." Weinburger looked really thrilled at that and quickly ushered Harry over to the two teams he had organised. There were 20players, Weinburger not included as he would be playing referee. A Quodpot team was usually made up of eleven players so Harry and Tyshawn made up the numbers. They were given over robes in the colours belonging to each team on the pitch that day. The teams were evenly split so that people who were in the squad and people who were on the bench were playing together on the teams. One team wore the 'home' colours of green and white, while the other team wore the 'away' colours of red and white with green piping and logo. Tyshawn got put into red and Harry into the green.

"Holy shit!" Harry yelled as a quodpot exploded during Weinburger explaining what to do. The others, Tyshawn included, laughed and one clapped Harry on the shoulder. Harry groaned and looked at Tyshawn. "What in Merlin's name am I getting myself into for this courting malarkey?"

"Aw Harry it's not that bad! We get a practise game first." Harry shook his head, but accepted the small kiss to his cheek.

"Go easy on me guys, I've never played before!" Harry said as the got ready to take off. The team shook their heads in denial.

"No way Potter, you're amazing on a broom."

"Yeah, never played Quodpot or not you're a fantastic flyer."

"You'll be fine Harry! But we're going to win!" Tyshawn cheered and Harry pulled a face but pushed off the ground.

Two hours later Harry's team won, Tyshawn's team only one point behind. Harry had only scored 6 quods, as opposed to Tyshawn's twelve though so Tyshawn was declared the overall winner for the day and invited to come back and be on their bench team so he'd have to attend practices and various games the T.N.T's played. Tyshawn was delighted and at the after party he celebrated his victory and danced for hours!

They stumbled into the house sometime around 3am, Harry tired and Tyshawn tired and tipsy. Harry supported Tyshawn out of the floo and, rather than head upstairs to somehow find Tyshawn's bed, Harry decided the sofa in the lounge could just be transfigured and they could flop out there.

"I'm sooooo lucky…lucky lucky 'cus you're an awesome mate! Did I *hic* mention your awesome? You're the awesomest, awesome person in the world *hic*." Tyshawn slurred and garble waving his arm around and nearly making Harry loose his grip and them both tumble to the floor.

"You did. Now, I'm gonna transfigure the sofa…can you take strip a bit so you don't have to sleep in your robe?"

"Ahh! You just wanna see me nekid…nakey…naked! Ha! Naked!" Harry put Tyshawn into a chair and left him there while he set about changing the sofa into a bed with a mattress. He turned the pillows into larger ones and turned his own outer robe into a blanket. Harry wasn't good with transfiguration but he could at least manage a bed and blankets, he used to do it all the time for his kids when they were out. Once done Harry stripped off his top outer layer of clothes and crawled onto the newly made bed in just his loose Quidditch shorts and top.

Harry glanced over at Tyshawn who had at least attempted to strip but he'd forgotten to take off his shoes first and now had fabric all bunched up around them, luckily he'd at least kept his underwear on.

"Pull your shorts up and take off your shoes." Tyshawn looked up a little startled then he looked down.

"Oh! Oh yeah, good idea." Tyshawn did so and a few minutes later he crawled onto the bed and latched onto Harry. Harry groaned but allowed it, running his hand over the arm that was wrapped around his chest like a boa constrictor.

"Please tell me you kept your shorts on!" Harry said and tried to look down because the chest he'd felt against one of his arms was completely naked. Tyshawn sat up and moved so he straddled Harry with a grin and arms stretched out to the side.

"Yup! See!" Tyshawn gave a little shimmy and woke up a very sensitive piece of Harry's anatomy. Or at least it had been sensitive recently. Harry knew it was a Dragonette thing but it was strange to keep getting erections despite not even being close to middle aged.

"Yes very nice now could you get off me please?" Tyshawn pouted at that and leaned down putting his elbows to either side of Harry's face.

"Aw, don't you like me?"

"Of course I do but-ah!"

"Then what's the problem?" Tyshawn asked and provocatively rolled his hips down against Harry's groin. Harry felt an answering hardness building against his own and quickly put his hands on Tyshawn's shoulders giving a little push.

"The problem is that I don't want to ruin our date by having sex…of any kind right now on your sofa." Tyshawn looked rather disappointed, but Harry was relieved to see that Tyshawn at least recognised what he was saying and meant.

"Aww. That's a shame. I guess it's right though. Can we just make out instead?" Tyshawn said and without even waiting for an answer he plastered his lips over Harry's and started kissing him. Harry groaned, he knew he did. Tyshawn had a mouth like a hoover. Then his tongue dipped in and completely took over Harry's mouth before Harry could even register that he'd opened his mouth.

"Ah! Mm." Came a sound and Tyshawn's body rocked a little before Harry's grip made him stop. Harry held on for dear life as it felt like his soul was being sucked out of him and then licked to death by a very persistent kissing Tyshawn. Harry could taste almost everything Tyshawn had drunk that evening. There was the smooth taste of butterbeer, the harsh and fiery firewhisky and another drink that Harry couldn't remember the name of but it had smelled like sugar and fruits which is exactly what it tasted like in Tyshawn's mouth.

"Ah Harry…so good."

"Ty I need…need to breath." Tyshawn pulled back for a moment, panting against Harry's lips but at least giving Harry space to catch his own breath. Harry gulped down a few lungful's of breath then Tyshawn sealed their lips shut again.

It was wet. Wetter than the one before. Only this time it wasn't as invasive. It was more teasing, exactly as Harry remembered snogging or making out to be like. Tyshawn's lips caressed his, and his tongue flicked at Harry's then stroked and coaxed Harry's tongue into a twisting dance tasting and licking and stroking and slithering against each other.

Harry moved his hand up and stroked Tyshawn's face, cheekbone, closed eye and the tiny hairs at his temple. Tyshawn kept leaning down into him, rocking his hips just a little giving friction but not release. Harry tilted his head, the angle making the kiss better, deeper. Tyshawn groaned and turned to, opening more and giving more. The hardness against Harry got harder and Tyshawn rocked.

Harry felt the stirrings of panic. He pushed Tyshawn quickly away and pulled himself up and out a bit from beneath the younger man.

"Harry? You okay?"

"I don't…I…" Harry stuttered. Tyshawn looked ashamed and drew back a little, sliding off of Harry but not removing his leg which was now thrown over Harry.

"I'm sorry. I know you said no sex now…it just felt good."

"It's fine…it's…I don't know Ty. I…" Harry didn't know what to say, he just knew that he couldn't have sex now. Sex of any form. As disappointed as his arousal was, Harry couldn't he just couldn't have sex now. But how could he explain that he was worried and that his instincts kept saying 'not yet'. How did he explain that he wanted, no he needed to wait?

"A new mate isn't supposed to sleep with anyone other than his Alpha first. It's proper." Tyshawn yawned. "Kissing was good though yeah?"

Harry couldn't stop his laugh, relief and amusement colouring his voice. He slid back down and settled properly on the bed again. Tyshawn snuggled up to him, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Let's just go to sleep yeah? The alcohol must be making you sleepy."

"Mmhm. You're gonna be my pillow though." Tyshawn said and nestled his head a little more. Harry sighed and closed his eyes trying to relax into sleep with a limpet on his side.

"Did I tell you how awesome you are?"

"Yes you did Ty. Just go to sleep, tell me again in the morning."

Authors note. Malarkey – is a word for rubbish, chaos, nonsense etc.

Yeah I'm expecting a little bit of disappointment for what transpired at the end of this chapter but let's just say you see a little bit more in the next chapter and as for chapter 13…well…that's a god chapter to wait for!