Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter you fucking prat fuckers....I mean that in the nicest way possible.
A/N: Looky, looky, what I have here. I have another chapter. Though it's not exactly as long as my others it'll have to be long enough for now. Thank all of you for being patient and contrary to what some of you may believe I do not read my reviews but I do. I have made a few adjustments to the next chapter as well as following chapters. If the lot of you want to know I started a new job and for some odd reason have been keeping up with my fan work better than before...who knew. I'll try my best to update as frequently as possible and because I'm going to be late for work just typing this all of you better be grateful. Maybe next time I'll post a few shoutouts as I'm sure some of you are eagerly awaiting the response to some of your questions...but you will have to wait I'm afraid.
Thank all of you for being so patient and my one hundredth reviewer, whoever you are, you know who you are, I love you, but no less and no more than the others that helped you get there and those after you.
Well, on with the story...
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Where we last left off...
"I will leave it to you, then," and he headmaster glided to the door, their professor in tow. Snape glanced over his shoulder at Harry, his black eyes glinting in a way they never head before, before returning his attention to the waiting headmaster. The two left the room before Harry could voice any of the new questions in his head.
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Chapter Thirteen: What a lucky number
"Well, Harry, I must be on my way, after all, with my mother in Saint Mungos and my siblings without a clan leader, I think it's safe to assume that my world has been turned upside down and fucked side up," the casual drawl followed Draco's raised eyebrow though Harry could not see it he could practically sense the blonde's elegant confusion. The boy was acting uncannily like the youngest Malfoy. Adam stood, straightening his robes for a moment before he swept toward the door.
"Adam," Harry called before the first year could make it from the room. The boy glanced over his shoulder.
"Yes, Harry?" a blush forced it's way to Harry's cheeks at his spoken name, the sound relative to an endearment, as ridiculous as it seemed. Though Draco's growl confirmed his thoughts somewhat, the Golden Boy brushed it off.
"When are we going to finish or conversation on my interestingly odd past and soon to be future?" he pouted, smirking internally as he sensed his mate's eyes narrowing down on his head.
"Soon, young sire," and Adam swept from the room, a less Malfoy-like stride in his step.
"And what pray tell, was that, 'young-sire'?" Draco spat, squeezing Harry tightly, almost to the point of injury. The raven-haired boy winced before snuggling as much as he could into Draco's back, a gesture encouraging the tight hold around him. With a sly smirk he wiggled his ass a bit, the movement grinding deliciously against Draco's boxer clad cock.
"Nothing," Harry said innocently before wiggling his way from the now lax grip of his mate.
"You know," the blonde huffed angrily, realizing the brunette had evaded his arms once again, "if you are my mate then why, oh why, haven't we fucked yet?" Harry chuckled at his mate's bluntness, sliding from the bed in one fluid motion in search of his clothing, as he did not wish to be in such a state of undress in front of his headmaster again. The brunette ignored the question and, instead, addressed the wonderfully blunt quality of his mate's speech.
"Did you know that your candid vocalisms are endearing?" he asked teasingly, bending over slightly to reach for the clothes under Draco's original bed. He heard a strained groan and smirked to himself, straightening only to press fully into a hard chest, strong arms circling around his waist, to his surprise, pulling him into a hard something which rested at the beginning of his rear when he became completely squashed against the breathless, eager blonde.
"I see you've been socializing with the Mudblood," he purred into Harry's neck, rocking the both of them from side to side. Harry frowned at the name of his given friend, about to vocalize his disapproval of the disparagement when he felt Draco's teeth graze over the sensitive skin of his neck, just below his ear, his argument dying with a soft 'ah'. "My only hope is that you haven't been too friendly with the little slut, as I intend to be your only fuck this year," his harsh voice followed by a sharp pain radiating from the shell of his ear disarmed any drossiness Harry may have felt, turning him on, as much as he did not like to admit it.
"What," he panted airily, leaning his head back against Draco's shoulder, allowing the Veela more access to his ear and neck, "brought about this change in attitude...?" he question issued in pants, Draco's lips and teeth lavishing worship to his newly exposed shoulder, neck and ear. No answer came.
However, the abrupt opening and slamming of the hospital wing doors did break Draco (and Harry) from his worshiping. Slit silver eyes snapped to the door, already set in beams of glaring anger directing to their intruder(s). Standing in front of the now closed doors stood two of the new additions of their year. He believed their names were...
"Chris, Mike, hi!" Harry breathed, distancing himself from Draco at the new distraction. Damn it! The blonde thought. He did it, yet again!
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Yes, I know, cliffhangers suck the balls off of anything great work I could ever write.