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Harry Potter and the Shiverin Descendent Chapter 2
Harry was looking through his Monster book of Monsters bookwhen Hermione and Ron entered the room.
"Harry, you're supposed to be sleeping," Hermione chided, crossing her arms in front of her.
He smiled. "Oh, believe me, I slept."
Ron cocked his head. "Harry, are you blushing?"
"Huh, no, no. I'm not blushing. I'm still a little worked up about earlier. It's not every day that you learn your not human."
"Yeah, I guess that would be a lot to take in."
Hermione sat next to him. "What are you looking for?"
"I was trying to see if I could find anything on Shiverin,but there doesn't seem to be anything." He sighed.
She took the book and opened to the index. Running her finger down the page she found what she was looking for. She flipped back about a hundred pages and handed it back to Harry. "You won't find much. The only place they would be mentioned is under Enchanters. I'll try to talk my parents in to taking us to Diagon Alley soon, maybe we can find something on them at Flourish and Blott's. If not, you'll have to wait until we get to Hogwarts. I know there are at least two books on them in the library."
"Why am I not surprised?" Ron groaned.
She glared at him. "Just because some of us think the library is infested with flesh eating imps,there are those that realize the wealth of knowledge it holds for the taking."
Harry snickered.
Ron crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I do not believe that library is full of flesh eating imps." He said haughtily. "I put those in the Slytherin Quidditch locker room."
This time the ebony haired boy fell onto his bed shaking with laughter. He was laughing so hard his face turned red.
Hermione sighed and threw her hands up in the air. "I don't understand you sometimes, Ron."
"In the Slytherin Locker room, that's a good one Ron. I don't think Dr…err Malfoy would like that one." His laughter stopped completely when he noticed the slight slip.
Both his friends arched an eyebrow. Had he almost called Malfoy, Draco? No way, they decided at the same time shaking their heads.
He sighed, relieved. He wasn't ready yet to tell them about Draco. He wasn't sure if he would ever be ready. He could hardly believe it himself.
Ron shot to his feet. "Oi, Harry, we almost forgot to give you your presents."
Hermione smiled. "That's right." She jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
"Really, it's alright." Harry called out trying to get her attention.
She stuck her honey head around the door jam. "Don't be silly Harry, it's your birthday. There is no way that we're just going to forget your presents." And again she was gone.
"She's right you know. How can we forget our best friends birthday?" Ron opened his trunk and started rooting around through his school stuff. "Now where did it go? I know I put it in here somewhere."
Harry watched, shocked as the red head dug himself deeper into the wooden box.
"Ruddy thing." He heard him grumble.
Hermione came racing back in and stopped dead in her tacks. The only thing that could be seen of Ron now was his legs and a faded jean clad ass sticking straight in the air. She blushed bright crimson. "Ronald Weasley! What in the bloody hell are you doing?" She yelled as she closed her eyes trying to clear the vision from her mind.
Harry pursed his lips trying not to smile. She was trying to hide it, but he could tell she hadn't hated the view. Those two were so transparent. If they weren't a couple by the end of this year he would present himself to Draco Malfoy on a silver platter. He gulped, now it was his turn for the cherry effect. Merlin, how could he think that? Of course the white blond Shiverin wouldn't want silver. Harry figured the floor would do just fine for him. The tint of red on his cheeks brightened and headed down his neck and up to his hair line. No, no mustn't think of that. No, of course the dominant Shiverin would want his mate to be comfortable. The bed would be much more suitable. 'Arrghh!' He yelled at himself, grabbing at his hair. But it was too late. He could feel his body react to the visions that were running through his mind. His breath became ragged as his emerald eyes slipped shut. He shivered at the memory of those hands on his body, that wonderful mouth on his neck. He imagined his dominant leaning over him, white school shirt opened revealing a strong toned chest, and silvery locks hanging ungelled in his face. A light moan escaped his lips. He saw Draco's lips move, those beautiful, yet wicked lips, what were they saying? Was the blond mumbling his name? 'Harry, Harry…
"HARRY!" Ron yelled.
Green eyes shot open to meet ocean blue. "AAAAHHHH." The Shiverin screamed, scrambling away from his friend so fast that he landed on the floor with a loud thump.
"Ouch." Ron cringed. "Are you okay Harry, you just spaced out on us. You looked like you might be in pain. And why the bugger are you singing again?" The soft trill mixed with a hum could be heard as the boy stopped his tirade.
"Oh, uhm, it's nothing." He said through gritted teeth. 'Think of anything Harry, anything. Uhm, Snape, yeah Snape in mini skirt with fish net stockings.' Nope the trill was still there. Not to mention the warm feeling raging through his body, all collecting at one certain point. He got to his knees leaning on the bed effectively hiding the lower part of his body. 'Got to calm down, damn it. Uh, add four inch high heals to that picture. And…and, oh yeah, a halter top, and he forgot to shave his chest.' He gagged; he really didn't want to know if Snape shaved his chest. Now Draco had a nice smooth chest, perfect for running hands along. 'Arrghh, this is not helping!' He screamed mentally. "I'm sorry guys, I, uh, need to go to the bathroom." He jumped to his feet and ran down the hall.
"Wait Harry, the bathrooms to the right." Hermione shouted.
"Thank you." He said as he ran past the door.
"What do you make of that?"
"I don't know." Hermione said with a shrug.
Harry raced into the small tiled room closing the door quickly behind him. Throwing his back against it, he gasped for air. This was not good, not good at all. He looked at his hands to see sharp, dangerous looking claws on each of his fingers. He groaned and slumped to the floor. What was he going to do? He couldn't let things like this happen around Ron and Hermione, Draco was supposed to be their worst enemy and here he was sleeping with the git. Sure, it was just a dream--he felt the sensitive spot on his neck--but a damn real dream. How could this happen, he wasn't even gay. At least, he didn't think so. He had been so interested in Cho he had never really thought about it before. Sure, Cho was a girl, so didn't that make him straight? Then why did even the thought of the Ravenclaw seeker turn his stomach? The kiss from last year played over in his mind,and he felt his stomach retch and he found himself hanging over the toilet. He was glad, for once, that he hadn't eaten anything this morning. Okay, so Cho was not a good line of thought. Well, were there any other girls he liked? He went with Parvati to the Yule Ball, but that was only because he couldn't find anyone else. There was Fleur, but she was part Veela. Well, Ginny was cute, like a little sister. He thought Hermione had become quite beautiful, like you think that your sister is beautiful. He grunted and leaned his head against the cool ceramic of the sink. No matter what, he just couldn't find himself attracted to any girls. Then again, he didn't find himself attracted to any guys either, just Draco. But was it really attraction or just the Shiverin? He couldn't argue the fact that he liked the way the Slytherin made him feel, but he was a submissive and Draco a dominant. Didn't that mean something? Surely he would react to any dominant Shiverin the same way. But that's just it, he didn't want any other dominant. Only his dominant would do.
He moaned as heat raced through his body. He was boiling, and a light sheen of sweat coated his body. The Shiverin song got higher. He slid down onto his back, hands clutching at the soft tan bath rug. He was burning. It felt like fire was coming from every pore. He wiggled, arching off the floor, snarling. What was happening? He did not like this feeling. This was not the nice, warm, pleasant feeling from earlier that promised sweet, erotic moments. This fire threatened to burn him from the inside. He was scared he didn't know what to do. "Draco!" He cried. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his cheeks.
In his room Draco had felt a rush of pleasure through his body. He wriggled and squirmed against the sheets of his large bed. Didn't his mate know what he was doing having feelings like this? Harry was making it very hard on him. Right now he wanted to hunt the submissive down, and when he found him, lock them in first available room for the next month. He wanted that soft pliant skin beneath his hands again. He hungered to taste that sweet body. Again, he moaned. His line of thought wasn't helping any. He sighed and let his silver eyes fall shut. He hadn't realized that the scales had appeared on his lower arms again.
Harry's head thrashed from side to side. By now his hair was plastered to his face. His entire body hurt. The heat had started to gather in his stomach and it felt like his insides were going to explode. His Shiverin song was erratic, going up and down, up and down. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He was scared, he had no idea what was going on. He needed his mate. "Draco." He sobbed curling into a little ball trying to stop the pain.
"Harry." Draco gasped. He had heard his mate's call for him. He found himself sinking into darkness as he searched for that familiar presence. "Harry," he called again. A soft whimper was his only answer. Then he heard it, the trilling song starting out low then raising higher. It reached a high shriek and then dropped to the basement again, just to repeat its hurried canto. He raced forward. He had to find his mate. He could feel the smaller boy's pain. "Harry."
"Draco," he heard his submissive whisper softly.
Then he saw the small, curled form of his precious. "Harry." He dropped to the ground and gathered the shaking body to him. He ran a hand up and down Harry's side trying to calm the boy. Desperate arms wrapped around the dominant Shiverin's waist.
"Oh Gods Draco, it hurts, make it stop." His tears ran down the blondes bare chest. Warm lips pressed against a tear drenched cheek. "Where does it hurt?"
"Here." The Gryffindor's shaky hand guided the others to his stomach.
Draco could feel his mate's ab muscles flexing and unflexing. Unconsciously, he began to rub light circles over the agitated muscles. His mate sighed, but the muscles kept working.
"What's going on?"
The blond thought back to all the books he had read on the Shiverin. There was only one thing with the symptoms that his mate was going through. He started to laugh.
"Oh, my sweet Harry," he kissed his mate's cheek again. "It's nothing to worry about." He let his hand slide under the loose shirt and then continued the light circles.
"All submissive Shiverin go through one birthing cycle every year starting on their birthday. The first one normally occurs on their sixteenth. This is just your body getting itself ready for the possibility of carrying children."
Harry pulled back. "What?"
"You mean no one told you?" A finely manicured eyebrow arched upward. "My poor, naïve mate." The youngest Malfoy giggled, kissing Harry's lips lightly. "Submissive Shiverin, be them male or female, are able to become pregnant. The females are capable of having children with a male of any species, but the males can only get pregnant if they mate with a Dominant Shiverin," he said, wiggling his eye brows suggestively.
Bright green eyes widened. "You mean, you and I, but I couldn't, last night was only a dream. I couldn't be pregnant."
Draco laughed even harder. "Your body is only getting ready to have a child. It needs to build a place for the baby to grow. You're not pregnant yet. Of course, I plan on fixing that really soon." He smiled and nibbled lightly on Harry's ear.
The younger boy opened his mouth to argue but only moaned when that skillful mouth made its way down to his neck. By now, the pain had started to subside and a new wave of pleasure rushed through him. How did the blond do this to him?
"Like that?" Lips latched on and sucked. Harry mewled and his song changed to the nice, soft trill with the hum mixed in.
"It would seem so."
His hands slid over his mate's flat stomach and up his sides, then they found their way to the strong muscles of Harry's back and the light trail of spots he knew were there. With a mischievous smile Draco paused slightly, hearing his mate whimper, he ran his nails up the trail of spots, knowing full well that it was an erogenous zone for the slender Gryffindor.
"Holy shit!" Harry yelled. He arched his back violently, intense waves of warmth running through him. And it would seem by his mate's reaction that it had gotten more sensitive since the last time.
"Gods," Harry gasped and shuddered. He held on to his dominant for dear life. The song changed again. The hum was still there, but now it was punctuated every now and then by a pinging sound. The effect on the dominant was instantaneous. He roared and jumped up, pulling his mate under him. He leaned over the smaller boy, resting his hands on either side of that black haired head.
"I was already turned on. You just had to stock the kettle even more, didn't you?" He growled and captured the full soft lips of his one and only, kissing him passionately. He ground his hips into his mate's so he could see how stocked the kettle really was.
Harry was surprised that he could cause that reaction from someone. Subconsciously, he arched up into the blond above him, his need becoming more and more obvious. He moaned into the mouth of the other Shiverin and wrapped his arms around the strong back, rubbing lightly.
"You have far too many clothes," Draco growled, and almost tore off the large shirt. "Much better." His lips left that delightful mouth and traveled down the soft, slender neck to the toned chest.
"So sweet, so lovely."
He ran his tongue down the middle of his mate's chest, causing the boy to squirm.
"Harry." Someone called through the dark.
"Huh?" The young Shiverin's eyes shot open. He didn't even remember closing them.
"Harry."
Draco growled and grabbed hold of his mate. He wasn't about to let the smaller boy go without a fight.
"Harry."
"Who's calling me?" The ping disappeared from the submissive's song.
"Don't listen to them, it's nothing important." Draco kissed the firm chest again, trying to pull his mate's attention away from the intruding voice.
"Harry, are you okay?"
By now it was quite obvious the voice was male.
"What? Ron?"
"Don't listen to him Harry, please, just stay here." But it didn't sound like a plea, more like an order. The dominant Shiverin had no intentions on letting his Submissive leave. He pulled that soft body against his and attacked the exposed neck. Harry gasped as sharp fangs punctured his skin, then he moaned when the blond lapped up the blood that oozed from the small sores. That, combined with the delicious things those strong hands were doing to his body, were causing him to loose his senses again.
"Harry, mate, are you okay?"
This time it was the blond who broke the contact. He was furious, how dare that damn, fucking Weasel use that word when talking about his Harry. "That bastard, how dare he. Your mine you hear me, mine." He grabbed Harry, pulling him up so that the submissive's back was flush up against his chest. "I will not loose you to the Weasel," he growled and bit down on his mate's neck. "Mine," he mumbled through the flesh that filled his mouth. He reached around and undid the boy's loose jeans, letting them fall around his ankles so that other boy was only clad in his boxer shorts. He rubbed himself against his mate and bit down even harder this time, running his tongue across the aggravated flesh and causing a tingling sensation.
"Aahh, Draco, I'm not going to run off…damn…with Ron. He doesn't mean anything by it, aahh, it's just a term of endearment. Oh my…he's used it…shit…since we met…sweet Merlin."
By now Draco had removed his pants. "I don't care. You belong to me, you're my mate. I won't have anyone else calling you that."
"Harry." Ron called again.
"You're not going." The tall blonde wrapped his arms around his mate's shoulders.
"I have to go, they'll get worried." He tried to wiggle away from the blond.
"No," was the growled answer.
"Sorry Draco, I have to go," and with that the green eyed Shiverin disappeared from the other's arms.
"Damn you, Weasley!" Draco bellowed, and he too disappeared.
Harry awoke to someone shaking him.
"Harry, oi, thank Merlin you're awake. You had us scared half to death there. Hermione should be right back. She said something about getting some smelly socks…now why would we need that?"
"I'm fine, Ron." Harry groaned as he sat up.
"Then why were you passed out on the floor, and what in the hell is that?" The gangly boy almost shrieked pointing at his friend's neck.
"Huh, what?"
"That. It almost looks as if something bit you."
"Shit." He jumped up, ignoring the swimming sensation in his head. Looking in the mirror, he arched his neck to the side and sure enough there was the bite. Crap, it seemed as if the dreams were getting more real as they continued. His stomach churned and he felt sick. Because he knew that if that bite was there, then there was an even worse one on the back of his neck. Turning slightly he could just see the beginnings of a nice large love bite. There for everyone to see that he had been claimed and was off limits. "Oh Gods." His head fell forward, resting against the glass of the mirror.
"Harry, what's going on? Who did this to you?"
"I don't know." He didn't even look at his friend as the lie slipped easily from his lips. "It was a dream, I couldn't see them." He had thought of telling his friend that he had fell, but there was no mistaking the teeth marks.
"Was it You-Know-Who? Did he attack you?"
Still leaning against the mirror Harry shook his head. "No, it wasn't You-Know-Who. And, uh, yes, they attacked me." Well, that wasn't a complete lie, Draco had attacked him in a way, but he wasn't ready to tell Ron who had marked him. He kept thinking that maybe if he didn't say anything, it might all go away. 'Yeah right Harry, Draco made it quite clear he had no intentions of letting you go, and if he can't be with you he'll let his mark do the warning, but did he have to be so brutal?'
Hermione returned with the smelling salts. "Harry, your up, thank goodness…holy cricket, what happened to your neck?"
"It would seem that someone attacked him in his dream." Ron explained.
"Attacked, that looks more like one hell of a hickey." The witch reached out and touched the mark on the back of his neck lightly.
Harry hissed, and pulled away. That hurt worse than it should. What had Draco done?
"Hmm, there's something different about this one though. Well, come on Harry, let's go." She pulled on his arm.
He finally pulled himself away from the glass. "Where are we going?"
"To my room, of course. The only thing I have in here is some muggle concealer. I can't take the chance of Hildey finding something she shouldn't. I have some concealing ointment in my trunk. It's the only thing that will cover those up." She led him down the hall. "The last thing we need is for my parents to start asking questions, and there is no real way to explain those away. I don't think they'll believe that we accidentally hit you a little too hard while rough housing."
He just nodded and let him be pulled to her room.
Ron walked beside him then leaned over and asked. "What is a hickey?"
"That stupid, fucking Weasley." Draco shrieked as he destroyed his room again. Pieces of wood littered the expensive rug. The curtains that had just been fixed had been shredded to ribbons by his sharp claws. "Why, why did he leave? How could he choose those two over me? He's mine. I'm his mate." Magic coursed through him and the ink bottle on his desk exploded. He growled and whirled around this time totally demolishing the sofa. "Not only did he leave me, but I have the worst fucking hard on in the entire world." He growled throwing a framed picture against the wall ignoring the string of curse words that came form its occupant. "God's I could…I could…I could…Arrrggghhh!" He roared and demolished the table. "I need to get out of here." He threw on a black silk shirt and headed down the stairs to the great entry hall. "Mum, Dad, I'm going for a walk."
Narcissa entered the hall. "But Draco, darling, dinner is going to start soon."
He whirled around, his hair flying wildly in his face. "I don't give a flying fuck, Mother." And with no further words, he stomped out of the Manor leaving his mother speechless.
Lucius sighed. "I'll have the house elves make him something later. I think I'll have to send a few up to his room again." He returned to his study.
The Shiverin stomped down the gravel path way of the garden. His song was as so high pitched that it scared the birds away and he swore he heard one of his mothers gazing balls shatter. He didn't care. He lashed out totally annihilating a rose bush. He knew that the golden trio was close, but he hadn't realized just how close. If his mate was able to deny the call for completion then those two must mean an awful lot to him. He growled and another bush became nothing but mulch. Jealousy filled him. How could this be? The mate of a Shiverin should be the most important thing in their lives. Of course, all the books had said that the Dominant was more controlled by their lust and need for sex than the submissive. That would change as Harry progressed through his birthing cycle, but for now his submissive was able to deny it. He roared and rounded ready to destroy another rose bush but he stopped dead in his tracks. This was one of his mother's special magical roses. It was called Petit Vert. It had small emerald green roses. The same color as his Harry's eyes. He howled and raced to the gazebo. He fell down onto one of the large cushioned benches. Visions of green eyes, black silky hair and not to mention an unbelievable if not slightly too skinny body ran through his head. He let his mind wander as his hand slipped into his pants to take care of his little problem.
He would have to find his mate and claim him, but for now the mark he left on his neck should ward off any possible interlopers, especially that Weasel.
"There," Hermione said as she finished applying a second layer of the ointment to the back of Harry's neck.
He still cringed at the touch but he made himself sit still.
She closed the jar and returned it to her trunk. "Harry, are you sure you don't remember who was in your dream?"
"Yes Hermione." He hated lying to them but he couldn't deal with the reaction they would have when they found out that Draco was the Dominant Shiverin and his mate. Ron would probably try to kill the silvery blond slytherin.
"Okay." She didn't believe him, but she wasn't about to push it. "Well, I think we should get to Diagon Alley as soon as possible."
Ron groaned. "Fine, but can we give him his presents now?"
"Yes Ron." She sighed. "Here Harry." She handed him a small wrapped package.
"Thank you." He pulled the blue wrapping off to reveal a small velvet covered box. Opening it, a gasp escaped his throat. There, nestled in the box, was a silver band with a Sapphire, Aquamarine, and Ruby set in it. "Hermione," he gasped.
"You like it?"
"It's wonderful."
She smiled. "They're friendship rings. Ron has one, and so do I." She held up her hand and for the first time he noticed a matching ring on her right ring finger. "It has all our initials inscribed inside it and each one of our birthstones."
He pulled it out and held it up so he could see inside the band. Engraved expertly into the silver were HP, RW, and HGFF.
"Hermione, it's brilliant." He slipped it on his finger.
Ron handed him his gift. It wasn't wrapped as neatly as Hermione's, but that was Ron for you.
He pulled off the red paper to reveal a leather bound book. He looked at his friend, cocking his head to the side. Ron had gotten him a book, and it didn't have anything to do with Quidditch.
"It's a journal. I know you probably want nothing to do with magical journals after what happened second year, but I figured with all that's happened over the last couple of years you could use one. I know there are things that you keep bottled up inside Harry and don't try to argue your way out of this one. Hermione and I can tell. I thought that it might help for you to have somewhere to rant."
"Thank you Ron." He hugged both his friends.
Hermione talked to her parents about going to Diagon Alley when they returned later that afternoon. They agreed to head there next week when they had some time off from work. She also sent a letter to Dumbledore about Harry's dreams and requesting a dreamless sleep potion. She knew Harry wouldn't like it, but she didn't think it was safe to allow him to have any more of these dreams. It was a quite obvious that he wasn't telling them the entire truth and she believed that this had something to do with the Dominant Shiverin. Dumbledore replied quickly and said that he would send Remus with the potion that evening.
That night the three of them had a little get together in the room that Harry and Ron would be sharing for about a month until the red head went back to the Burrow.
"Now what are we playing again?" Ron questioned, looking down at the board game in front of them on the floor.
"It's called Chutes and Ladders. I know it's a kid's game, but I didn't think you'd understand Monopoly."
"So, you turn this little thing and move your piece the amount of spots it says?" He fiddled with the spinner.
"Yep, that's how it works. I think since it's Harry's birthday, he should go first."
The green eyed one smiled. He found it kind of nice to be sitting here with his two best friends, a bowl of popcorn and some drinks on a tray next to him. He spun the spinner and then took his piece and moved it three spaces in.
"Hey, wait a minute you have to move your own piece?" Ron inquired, surprised.
She sighed. "Yes Ron, this isn't a magic game, just plain old muggle."
"Oh, dad would love this." He laughed.
They played for a little longer before Ron finally got the hang of it and he was actually winning.
"I'm surprised, this is actually fun." He smiled as he watched Harry move up the ladder where the little girl sweeps and then gets to go see, what did Hermione call it again, oh yeah, a movie.
A little bit later the game was over with Hermione winning. Only because, at the last minute, Ron had landed on square ninety eight where the little boy pulls on the cat's tail and then at the end of the chute is all scratched up. "That darn cat must be related to Crookshanks," he grumbled, eyeing the ginger cat that slept in Harry's lap.
Hermione just let out a deep breath and looked at her watch. "I think it's time to go to bed." She got up and removed something from her pocket. "Here you go, Harry." She held out the phial that held the dreamless sleep potion.
He groaned but took it anyway.
"Now Harry, you know it's for your own good." She chided.
"Yes mother." He mocked sticking his tongue out, but he knew she was right. It had only been one day and those dreams with Draco had already become very real. He wasn't sure what would happen the next time he dreamt about the Dominant Shiverin. He shivered when the thought about how pissed off the other Shiverin would be when he didn't join him in their little dream realm tonight.
Over the next week Draco became more and more pissed off. His father had stopped trying to talk to him and Narcissa avoided him as much as possible after the first few times her son exploded at her pointless questions.
One morning he sat in front of his mirror glaring at his reflection when someone knocked on his door. "Draco may I come in?" He heard his father ask tentatively.
"Do whatever the fuck you want father." Draco didn't care if his father punished him. He didn't feel like being nice. It had been almost a whole week and entire week since he had seen his mate. He wasn't sure how the submissive Shiverin was avoiding him but he was very pissed off. Not to mention sexually frustrated.
The door opened and Lucius stepped into the room. "Now Draco, I don't know what's been going on with you lately but I think it's time you get out for a little bit."
The boy just grumbled, not even turning to meet his fathers gaze.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley today and I would appreciate it if you came with me." Lucius readied himself for an argument.
"Sure."
"Huh?"
"I said sure, why not." Draco waved his hand in the air. "It's not like I'm doing anything important anyways."
"Well, good, I'll be leaving in an hour. Be ready." And Lucius left.
"Be ready." Draco sneered.
Harry grabbed his money bag from his trunk as he tucked in his dark blue shirt and raced down the stairs to join everyone else.
"Yippee." Hildey cheered as she jumped around the kitchen. "I get to go, I get to go." The young girl had never been to Diagon Alley before and she was excited beyond belief.
"Yes Hildey." Mrs. Granger smiled, grabbing the bouncing girl trying to calm her down.
Harry smiled at the young girl. He had become quite fond of her over the last week.
"Okay, everyone in the car." Mr. Granger ushered everyone out the door.
As they exited, Harry sensed something and looked off to the side to see someone watching them. He was a stout man with receding brown hair and a large nose. He smiled and waved at Harry. "Uhm, Hermione, who is that?"
She glanced over her shoulder at the man. "Oh, don't worry Harry. That's Drieval Squashmire. He's a member of the Order."
He shook his head. "I should have known." Of course Dumbledore would have a member of the Order of the Phoenix watching the house. He followed his friends into the brown car. It wasn't long before they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.
Mr. Granger stopped the Car in front of the Wizarding pub. "I almost missed it again. I don't know if I'll ever get used to this. Okay everyone out and I'll go find a place to park." All the kids and Mrs. Granger filed out of the car and entered the inn.
"Oh, cool," Hildey said. She looked around quickly trying to take in everything in at once. She saw a witch caring something that looked like a large fluff ball, but it twittered at them as she walked by.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley, it's so nice to see you again." Tom the keeper of the Leaky Cauldron greeted them.
"Hello Tom." Hermione spoke. "This is my mother and my sister, Hildey."
"Pleased to meet you." He shook their hands. "Can I get you anything? Tea, Pumpkin juice, pea soup, perhaps? My cook assures me that the pea soup is exceptionally tasty today."
Harry shook his head. "No thanks, we're just heading to Diagon Alley."
"Very well," Tom smiled.
Mr. Granger entered, gasping for air. "I did it again. I walked right past this place by an entire block."
Mrs. Granger kissed her husband lightly. "Come on, let's go." She steered the children through the inn and out the back door.
Hermione took out her wand and tapped the bricks on the wall. They shuffled aside, creating the opening into Diagon Alley. "So, where to first, Flourish and Blott's?"
"Sure." Ron and Harry agreed, knowing they wouldn't change their book worm friend's mind.
"Oh wow." Hildey gasped. They passed by the apothecary and she cringed at the bin of eyeballs that started back at her. She wanted to pet all the owls at Eeylops Owl Emporium, that is, until she saw the brooms in a large picture window of Quality Quidditch Supplies. "Cool." She eyed the Clean Sweeps and then the Firebolt. "Hermione, why don't you own a broom?"
"Because I don't like to fly, I leave that to Ron and Harry." The girl explained to her younger sibling.
"Oh."
They passed the stationary shop and made their way into Flourish and Blott's. Suddenly a strong wave of heat hit Harry and he paused at the door. Looking back out at the street, he let his eyes wonder, searching for something.
Ron grabbed his arm. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Yeah, sure." He blinked bewildered green eyes, then smiled and followed his friend into the shop.
Draco sat at a table at Florean Fotescue's Ice cream Parlor poking at a hot fudge sundae. He really wasn't hungry but he hadn't wanted to follow his father to Knockturn Alley this time, so Lucius had offered to by his son some ice cream and told him to stay out of trouble.
He dropped his spoon as a strong wave of heat hit him and he was surrounded by a familiar essence. He jumped to his feet and looked around frantically but he couldn't find the source. There was no way he imagined it though, his mate was around here somewhere. Forgetting the ice cream, he headed off to find Harry.
"Can I help you?" The girl behind the counter asked the three friends.
"Yes." Hermione said with a smile. "We're looking for some books on the Shiverin species, better known as the Enchanters."
"Yes, follow me." She led them to the Magical creatures section first. "Yes, here it is. Secret Beasts of the Past by Brin Mebuck. And this one might interest you too, The Fated Ones by H.D. Shipper." She handed the two large books to Hermione. "Now, this way." She led them to History of Magic section. "I think it's, ah yes, The Lost Cultures by Emmett Louiston." She also handed the large, leather bound book to the Gryffindor.
"Thank you."
"Is there anything else?"
"No, that will be all." Harry answered with a smile.
She smiled and returned to the counter.
Hermione hauled the heavy books to one of the tables and hefted them onto it. "Well, I guess we should look through these. Mum and Dad took Hildey to look at the Magical Menagerie. They'll be back in about half an hour." She opened Beasts of the Past and began looking.
Ron took The Lost Cultures and Harry opened The Fated Ones.
A growl escaped Draco's lips. He was getting very frustrated. He could still feel his mate's essence, so he knew that Harry hadn't left, but why couldn't he find the raven haired teen? It was at times like this that he wished Shiverin had the ability to search their mates out by scent, like Veela. But no, that would be too easy, and his life had been anything but easy since he found out that Harry Potter was his mate. The bloody Boy-Who-Lived seemed determined to deny this and drive him insane. Even the damn Gryffindor should know that you can't fight fate. And fate saw fit to place the two of them together. By now, he had almost reached the end of Diagon Alley and was standing right outside Gambol and Japes. He sighed and headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron. He passed by the Magical Menagerie. That shop was always so noisy. He glanced up to see a large black cat stretching in the window. It looked at him and cocked its head, and then it meowed loudly.
"What do you want?" He asked the creature, reaching out his hand to rub its soft fur. He groaned and smiled sadly when he realized how much the color reminded him of his submissive's hair. "How come he can't be as friendly as you?" He petted the animal for a little bit longer and was about to walk away when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Were those Granger's parents? He had only seen them once just before second year, but he was almost certain that's who they were. He realized that they had a little girl with them. She was a mini version of Granger. If they were here, that meant that Granger was here as well. And most likely his Harry was with her. And Granger's favorite place in all of Diagon Alley had to be Flourish and Blott's. He raced off towards the book store.
The three friends sat quietly, glancing through the books.
"Hey guys, listen to this." Ron called. "The Shiverin culture had a very intricate law system, much of which was centered around the connection between a Dominant and their Submissive mate. It is illegal for any other Dominant Shiverin to try and claim the mate of another, and if they take the mate of another, it is punishable by death at the hands of the submissive's dominant, brutal."
Hermione tapped her finger on the side of her nose. "I wonder if it's still like that. Kind of archaic if you ask me."
Harry grimaced and returned to the part he had been reading. This particular passage was talking about how a Dominant Shiverin would show other's that a certain submissive belonged to them. One way is the Bureshaw, or the ownership mark. The Dominant will bite their mate and then lick the area applying a substance secreted in their saliva. This mixes with the hormones of their submissive, leaving a mark that is different for every dominant. His hand wandered to the back of his neck. The mark has to be intentional since the substance is not something the dominant always creates and it most likely will need to be repeated for the mark to finally form. Most of the time the Bureshaw will be placed on the neck since Dominant Shiverin have a tendency to bite their mates on the neck during intercourse or beforehand to restrain them. Later, they will be able to use this mark to restrain their mate if need be, they just need to bite. Since it is possible to disrupt the forming of the Bureshaw while it is forming, the area where the mark is placed is sore to anyone else's touch until it is finished. Harry's eyes were wide in shock. So that was what Draco had been trying to do. That explained why that spot hurt when Hermione applied the ointment. Draco had marked him as his property.
"So, should we get these?" Hermione asked him.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'd like to read them a little closer." He closed his book.
"Well, I'll get this one." She held hers close to her chest.
He smiled. "That's not necessary, Hermione. I should buy them. I'm the reason we have to get them in the first place."
"But I want to read them too, so I should by at least one." She whined.
He knew this was a battle he couldn't win so he relented and let her buy the one she held. They paid for their items and exited the shop.
"Anyone want some ice cream?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah!" Ron cheered, he was always hungry.
"Sure." Harry smiled. "I just need to go Eeylops to get some more owl treats for Hedwig. I ran out."
She grinned. "Alright, we'll meat you at Florean Fortescue's. I'll take that for you."
He handed her his books and headed to the Owl Emporium.
Draco entered Flourish and Blott's and quickly searched the entire store but his mate was no where to be found. "Bugger," he hissed. He exited the store frowning. Where was Harry? He headed towards Gringotts a bit when he stopped dead in his tracks. There, sitting at the same table he had was Weasley and Granger. But where was Harry? His eyes wondered every nook and cranny but he could see neither hide nor hare of his green eyed mate. His hopes were bolstered, though. If these two were here, the leader of their little band couldn't be far off.
Harry easily found the treats he was looking for, paid for them, and left the store. He was headed to meet his friends when he swore he felt someone following him. He turned to look behind him but didn't see anyone. He could feel that Draco was still around, but he knew it wasn't the Dominant Shiverin. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Five years of being hunted by the most evil man in the world could do that to someone. But as he started heading towards Florean's, he heard hurried foot steps behind him and that same feeling again. Now he was certain someone was following him. He crossed the street to the Stationary shop and pretended to look in the window, but really he was checking the reflection. Sure enough, there was a tall man a bit older than him standing not far behind him trying not to look obvious but failing miserably since the man's eyes never left his back. He was scared now. Who was this man? Did he work for Voldemort? Was the Dark Lord brave enough now to attack him in broad daylight? He turned from the window and slowly walked down the road. Then he took off in a dead sprint.
Draco crossed the street to the Magical Instruments shop. If his mate showed up to join his friends, he would be there waiting.
Harry quickly glanced over his shoulder but kept on running. He had to get to Ron and Hermione quickly. He couldn't see the man and it seemed as if he lost him. He was stopped abruptly when he crashed into someone's firm body. "I'm so--Draco?" He gasped when his eyes met bright silvery blue.
The Dominant Shiverin stood dumbstruck for a bit. He had meant to wait for his mate, he hadn't expected the other Shiverin to crash right into him.
"I'm sorry Draco, I have to meet Ron and Hermione." He pulled away from the Dominant, but didn't get far before a strong hand grabbed his arm. "Hey, let me go." He protested. He tried to pull away, but the blond was to strong and he pulled him into the small open space between two buildings, effectively hiding them. "Come on Draco, let me…oohh." His fighting stopped as his Dominant pulled him flush against his body and bit down on the back of his neck.
Draco wrapped his arms around his mate's waste, holding him still. He closed his eyes and adjusted his mouth so that he could run his tongue along the soft neck a couple of times. It would seem that the Bureshaw was more formed than he thought. If that was so, then why couldn't he see it? A somewhat bitter taste coated his tongue. He pulled back and wiped at the back of Harry's neck. Rubbing away whatever was there. Slowly, the dark purple mark was revealed to him. Granger must have used some Concealing ointment on it. Figures. He bit again and was about to let his eyes slide shut when he saw a man with brown hair race by. His stomach started to churn. There was something abut that guy that he just didn't like. The man backtracked, looking around franticly. Draco was glad that he had stashed the two of them behind a crate. There was enough space for him to see out, but it would be very hard for anyone to see them unless they knew exactly where to look. He waited a little longer until the guy sighed and left. Who was this man, and was he the reason his mate had been running so fast? He removed his mouth from Harry's neck and licked one more time. He groaned as the churning in his stomach turned to liquid fire. He had tasted his mate in their joint dreams but this was so much better.
"Draco?" Harry croaked.
"Yes Harry?" He pulled the Gryffindor closer.
"Can I please go?" The younger Shiverin pleaded.
"No." One of the Slytherin's hands started to rub at his mate's stomach.
Harry crooned and let his head fall back to rest on the other man's shoulder. "You can't keep me away from my friends."
Draco's kissed that beautiful, slender neck and he heard his Harry's song begin. "And yet they saw fit to deny me of my mate." He growled and nipped at his mate's ear. "The only way for you to avoid the dreams is a Dreamless Sleep potion. I would assume that was Granger's idea." He kissed Harry's temple.
"You can't blame her. I took it willingly."
Draco growled and turned his mate around so that he could look him in the face. "And why would you do that? You can't fight this, you know? No matter what, you belong to me."
Harry tried to pull away. "And why shouldn't I? Who said I want this? To be bound to someone for the rest of my life without love." Tears started to fall down his cheeks.
The Dominant's face softened. "Is that what it is? Who ever said that I didn't love you?"
"You didn't have to. You hated me before this. How could it change to love over night?"
He slid a finger down his mate's tear streaked cheek. "I don't know how to explain it but I believe I was drawn to you before this. I really did want to be your friend during first year. Things didn't turn out the way I wanted and then it went all wrong. But never doubt that I do love you. I'm sorry if I'm a little rough with you, but it's ingrained. I'm the dominant, I have to dominate the submissive. My beautiful submissive." He captured his mate's mouth with his, kissing him deeply. They kissed for a bit longer until they had to pull away for air. Draco gasped and leaned his forehead against Harry's. "God's, that is so much better than those damn dreams." He pulled at the edge of the dark blue shirt, releasing it from the pants. Then his hands wandered to the button on the jeans.
"Draco, no." Harry grabbed his hands. "We can't do that here. What if someone sees us?"
"I don't care." Draco tried to pull his hands away and continue undressing his Harry. "All I know is that I want you." He said in a raspy voice.
"I understand that, but do you want someone to waltz in on that special moment? The first time you and I have sex for real. I know I wouldn't." The submissive tried to talk some sense into his dominant. Even though his own instincts were telling him to go with what ever the blond wanted, here behind a dusty crate was not the place. This wasn't the time, Hermione's parents were coming to get them soon.
Draco growled in frustration, but he knew Harry was right. This was not the place. "Fine, only because I want it to be special." He kissed the black haired angel again. "Then at least tell me one thing. Why were you running so fast?"
"Uhm, well you see, I was being followed."
"By that man with the brown hair, what did he want?"
"I don't know, I didn't ask. It didn't look like he wanted conversation. It seemed if more like he wanted me." He pulled closer to Draco. The fear he felt earlier returning.
"Don't worry love." Slender fingers ran through dark locks. "He will not have you, no one will. You are mine, now and forever." He touched the purple spot on Harry's neck. "And soon you will have my Bureshaw so everyone will know."