A/N: Sorry about the long wait! But I hope this chapter makes up for it haha.

Also, to the guest reviewer who was a bit rude, my warnings adequately informed a reader of the nature of the relationship. I am sorry that you were offended, but when you knew what was coming, sending me such a harsh review seemed a little unfair :/

WARNINGS: This chapter has (finally) the final stage, the Final Consummation, and all that entails.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

When Harry woke up, Draco wasn't with him. He jumped off the transfigured bed they'd slept on and began to search the rooms, trying to find his mate. He was about ready to start chipping the stones out of the walls when Severus walked in. Instantly, Harry was on him, wings and talons out. Severus simply pried his collar from Harry's grip and pushed the wings away.

'You will dress in the robes we have laid out and I will be here to collect you for the ceremony in twenty minutes.'

Before Harry could argue, Severus was gone.

Growling, Harry stalked into the bedroom and snatched up the robes. Still snarling, he threw them on and turned to the mirror and the sight that met him was enough to shock him out of his rage. The high-necked robes were some sort of shiny black material that was draped to cut an imposing figure. He turned to the side and watched the way the material flicked around him, the fabric snapping. Smirking, he stepped into his shoes and brushed his hair. It wasn't until Harry wanted to show off his new look that he remembered how angry he was they'd taken Draco away from him.

When Severus arrived to collect Harry he was again met with snarls, talons, and wings, but he managed to calm the boy down again.

'Do you want to see Draco again or not?'

Instantly, Harry was docile and quiet, following at Severus' heels. The only sign of his anguish were his white knuckles and the way his wings kept flicking back and forth.

Before they entered the Great Hall, where the ceremony would be held, Severus pulled Harry's hands behind his back and slipped a pair of bronze cuffs on him.

'Wha-'

'It's all part of the ceremony, remember?'

'I-Yes-But…Draco.'

Severus chuckled softly and patted Harry on his back.

'It will come to you when you need it, just try to control yourself.'

Harry nodded for Severus to pull open the doors and he was hit with the smell of Draco. Severus managed to hold his struggling charge back until they were inside and Sirius and Remus could take him. Harry felt the hands grab his forearms even as Severus was walking in front of him, but he didn't care, all he could see was Draco.

Draco was tense. The house tables had been turned into rows and row of seats with an aisle running down the middle. He was standing at the head of the aisle with Dumbledore in front of the entire student body. He was trying to ignore their stares when the doors opened and he was hit in the face with the smell of his dominant. He cringed at the sour stench of anger and tried to cower even while he was standing up.

Harry wouldn't believe how they'd dressed Draco. The boy was practically naked. A strip of thin silk tied at one hip was the only thing covering him. Harry could see the goosebumbs covering the exposed flesh. As he got closer his eyes fixed on the dusky nipples, hardened into points by the cool air and the hundreds of eyes. A low growl slipped out of his throat and he watched avidly as Draco shuddered and grew hard, his prick outlined by the thin cloth.

Draco wanted to be anywhere else. He was desperate to bond with Harry but his body was betraying him and everyone could see. When Harry growled Draco had been sure his knees were going to give out, and when he felt the fucking scrap of silk they'd covered him in stretch against his cock, he'd wished they had. Finally, finally, Harry reached the end of the aisle and was standing next to Draco. Draco could see Harry was straining against the grip of Remus and Sirius, trying to get to him.

Severus walked between the couple and stood next to Albus. The two men raised their wands and pointed them at the couple.

'I bid you welcome,' said Severus, 'to the bonding of Phoenix Sprite Harry Potter and his Submissive Draco Malfoy'

Before he could continue, the students let up a cheer. Draco started a little at the noise before he realised the crowd must have been feeling the tension as well. When he heard Pansy cry out 'You look fabulous, Darling' a small smile graced his face. Harry saw it and snarled, tugging harder against his Godfathers.

'Draco,' said Severus.

Draco slid to his knees and bowed his head. He heard gasps echo around the room as his spread knees stretched the fabric tighter. He smirked when Harry growled and turned to the audience.

'I accept the bond.'

'Harry.'

Harry stalked forward and pressed his boot against Draco's belly, pushing him onto his back. He dragged his foot backwards until it pressed against Draco's half-hard cock. Making sure not to put any weight on the foot, he turned to the audience.

'I accept the bond.'

Another cheer rose up as golden ropes shot out of Dumbledore and Snape's wands and coiled around the pair. Draco was feeling the same way he had during the third stage and he was suddenly grateful for his minimal clothing. When the ropes constricted and then exploded, he was left gasping. He could barely hear the students being moved out over the drumming in his ears. When he felt hands on his skin he arched and moaned, eyes rolling. Still in a daze, he tugged off the cloth and rubbed his palms up and down his chest and sides.

Remus and Sirius pulled Harry away as Severus lifted Draco to his feet. As Dumbledore left, he warded the room against anyone walking in.

'Enjoy bonding, my boys.'

That comment managed to pull Draco from his lust-induced stupor and he turned to look at Severus.

'We have to bond in front of you?'

'And Sirius and Remus.'

'No.'

'You must?'

'No, no, no. No way.'

'The room's been warded and you need us here for your safety, Draco. The bond is still volatile.'

'No way,' repeated Draco as he pulled away from Severus. With a vicious snarl, Harry pulled away from Remus and Sirius, snapped his cuffs, and leapt after his mate. After and minute of weaving through the seats, Harry took to the air and in a moment he had Draco in his arms. Settling them on the teachers' table, Harry began the final stage.

Draco let out a long whine as Harry's hands ran over his heated skin. When Harry's lips pressed against his and his mouth was thoroughly plundered by the invading tongue, Draco broke off into whimpers. Harry took Draco's trembling hands and pressed a softer kiss to Draco's lips.

'Shh, pet, I've got you. I love you.'

As he spoke, Harry let his hands wander lower, cupping Draco's bottom and stroking his cock. He pressed closer, conjuring something slick and preparing his mewling mate.

'I…I l-l-o…H-H-Harry…'

Draco couldn't think, he was so overwhelmed by the feel of Harry over him, under him, around him, inside him. He gasped and moaned and keened and with a final whine he was burning.

Hotter, faster, harder, pink and red and hot and cold.

Silver knives and crystal and thin and sharp and stay.

More and more and more and peace war and day night.

Hotter louder faster more, more, more every time.

Harder, faster, more, more, take and give through and through.

And there was just too much, too much everything everywhere and Draco closed his eyes and sobbed as he came down. There was everything and then there was nothing and then there was Harry. Harry all made up of soft words and softer touches and strong arms and a firm chest and gentle lips and home. Draco gave himself over to his mate's care until he felt ready to take on the world again