Okay here is chapter four also un beta read. There is a bit of a part near the end that I'm not so sure on but I don't think it's descriptive enough to go over the rating. I'm sorry that this a little late but for those of you that have read my profile page you know that I've been in California for a couple of weeks and have only been back for a few days. I had a great time in California even though it was hotter than hell and I even got to go to 'Whimsic Alley.' It's a great place for any Harry Potter fan. Sadly they were out of the size of sweater I needed for my costume. Well thanks for reading and sorry about the diversion.

I have to thank every one for their reviews I still am a bit shocked at how well this story has done. Thank you all.

Oh and I'm glad so many liked the H.D. Shipper name.

Well disclaimer time. Now I do not own Harry Potter or any of J.K Rowlings wonderful characters. And if I tried to say I did I'm sure she would sick a hold heard of runespores on me. Ouch ouch, get away you filthy snakes. Harry, where is Harry when you need him.

Harry Potter and the Shiverin Descendent Chapter 4

Silence was the only answer to Ti'anfal's announcement. He waited patiently for his master to speak. He knew if he raised his head, got to his feet, or spoke without permission he would be punished severely.

"So?" The man on the dais finally spoke. "Where is he?"

"My Lord, I apologize that I was unable to acquire Mr. Potter at this time. He…."

"You were unable to acquire him." His master growled.

This time Ti'anfal threw himself on the floor in front of the great man. "I am truly sorry my Lord. He is staying in his friend's home surrounded by others I didn't think it safe too…"

"Did I tell you to think what was safe?" The Lord growled getting to his feet walking towards the prone figure.

"No my Lord, I'm sorry my Lord." Ti'anfal was trying everything to placate his master. But he knew it was a lost cause.

The tall man grabbed Ti'anfal by his color and pulled him up so his feet weren't touching the ground. "I am really tiring of you Ti'anfal. First you couldn't catch the boy in Diagon alley. Now you worry about some humans. You could have just broken into that house and grabbed him. You are such a worthless Zerram."

Ti'anfal felt spit hit him in the face but he didn't dare wipe it away. Instead he just nodded as his master spoke. He tried not to shake even though he was horribly scared. His master was a large man tall and broad shouldered. He had long brown hair and eyes so black that the pupil had totally disappeared. These eyes now burned with anger for the small servant. "I'm sorry Lord Gramèn I swear I'll do better next time."

"No Ti'anfal you won't." And with a quick twist Gramèn broke the Zerram's neck. He dropped the body and returned to his throne. He glared at Ti'anfal's corpse and pulled his hand down his face. "Mi-cla get in here now."

The guard marched in and bowed in front of his Lord not even paying attention to the discarded body of the Ti'anfal. "Yes my Lord."

"Get rid of this worthless thing." He pointed to the body. "And call Vaaku to my chambers."

"Yes my lord." Mi-cla stood and grabbed the already stiffening body and dragged it out of the hall closing the doors behind him.

Harry sighed as he tied the letter to Hedwig's leg. She nipped at his finger and cocked her head. "Don't worry girl I'm just a little tired." He smiled and gave her an owl treat. "Now I need you to do me a very big favor. You need to get this letter to Draco alright but you can't let your self be seen by anyone else but him. Do you understand?" Some people thought he was a bit strange for having intelligent conversations with Hedwig. They said she was just an owl there was no way she could understand. But He wasn't so sure about that. She seemed a lot brighter than some people he knew.

She squawked and nibbled his finger again.

He was certain that this was her way of saying yes. "Good girl." He petted her back and she took off.

"Harry, what are you doing out here?" Hermione asked stepping out onto the patio.

"Just talking to Hedwig I guess she got bored and took off to hunt." He had been fearful that his friend might have over heard him. But it would seem that she hadn't.

"Well Mum and Father said that it would be okay if we used the pool while they're gone. Would you like to go for a swim?"

He smiled. "Sure."

She took his hand and pulled him into the house. "Great, we'll have to put up with Hildey as well. Think you can take that?"

He laughed lightly. "I'm sure she doesn't bite, to hard."

Hermione snickered. "Don't worry I think she has a thing for Ron."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at this. What was it with the young Granger women and red heads?

Draco strolled aimlessly through the garden the gravel crunching under his feet. Last night with his Harry had been incredible. But still something was bothering him. He knew he loved Harry he loved the small Shiverin with all his heart. He wasn't sure when it had happened Harry was right that he they had hated each other at school last year, but now that seemed like it never happened. Then there was the train ride to Hogwarts their first year. He had tried to tell himself so often that he had only wanted to be Harry's friend to betray him later, or bring him to Voldemort's side. But now he was beginning to wonder if that was ever true. Maybe he really did want to be Harry's friend back then. Was it possible that his Shiverin side could detect the submissive even when they were eleven? Anyways no matter what he was totally and completely in love with his green eyed angel. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with his submissive. But how did his mate feel about him? Harry said that he had feelings for him, but was it love? Draco's heart clenched at the thought that his mate might not love him. He couldn't let himself think like this he had to hold out hope that the Raven haired one did in fact love him. Because Draco knew that there was no way he could ever live his life without his mate with him always.

He heard a screeching noise and something flying over head. He looked up to see a large snowy owl banking to turn around. Wait a minute he recognized that owl, that was Harry's owl. What did he call her again, oh yeah Hedwig.

She flew over again looking form side to side as if searching for something then she banked sharply almost dropping alarmingly fast. But no matter how drastic it seemed she landing gracefully on one of the marble benches. She ruffled her feathers and stared at him. Then when he didn't move she shrieked as if agitated and hopped up and down a few times. Sticking her leg out she chirped and glared at him. It almost seemed as if she was worried.

"What's wrong girl is Harry alright?"

She twittered and glanced down at the letter tied around her leg.

Draco untied the envelope and patted her on the head.

She nibbled lightly on his finger and watched him with expressive yellow eyes.

"Alright I get it read the letter." He opened the envelope and pulled out the folded parchment. Opening it he saw a letter written in a neat steady hand.

Dear Draco,

Boy it still feels weird writing you like this. If anyone told me that I would be writing to Draco Malfoy over the summer I would have told them they were insane but here I am. Of course if anyone told me that I'd discover that I'm not human, that you're my mate, and uhm, the other things we do. I would have had them committed to the St. Mungo's psyche ward.

Draco laughed at this. He could just see his mate turning completely red while writing the last part.

But I'm sorry this isn't just a friendly letter. You told me to tell you if I ever saw that guy again.

Now Draco's stomach was tying itself in knots. What had happened, had the guy attacked his angel? Was Harry hurt?

Don't worry, I'm not injured or anything.

The Dominant's mouth fell open. How did he know?

And don't make that face. I think I've gotten to know you well enough over these many weeks.

He showed up this morning outside of Hermione's home where he was hiding in one of the bushes. I tried to catch you in your dream, but I guess you had already woken up. I must admit that I'm scared Draco. Can you imagine that, Harry Potter the boy-who-lived is scared? I've met Voldemort and faced off against giant spiders, not to mention a basilisk. Yet a guy that doesn't even look that scary makes my blood run cold. I'm new at this Draco I don't know what to do. I've become so use to handling things on my own that I find it hard to ask for help. Most of my friends have found that you have to force it on me. But I'm asking Draco, my mate, my only I'm asking you for help. I don't know if he'll be back and I don't know where he comes from. I don't even understand why I'm so scared. There's just something about him that chills me to the bone. Maybe it's this combined with everything else that has happened this summer. All I know is that I can't handle this on my own. I need to see you Draco, and not just in our dreams but in person. There is a park only about a block down the street, it's still covered in the wards so don't worry, it's called Rose Circle. Could you meet me there please, as long as you don't use magic to enter or while you're in the wards no one will know that you're here? I'll be there at midnight waiting on the swings under my invisibility cloak I'm begging you to come I need to feel your arms around me. Send your reply back with Hedwig. And don't worry about her being seen I've explained that she needs to keep herself well hidden and let no one but you see her. Hope to see you tonight.

Yours Eternally

Harry Potter

Draco had to admit that he was both frightened and touched by this letter if not also a little turned on. It had been the first time that Harry had openly called him his mate. Also he called him 'his only' maybe there was a chance that Harry loved him. Not only that but Harry wanted to see him tonight in person, and the way he signed the letter almost pushed him over the brink itself. But all of that was underlined by the fear of who was fallowing his mate. Who was this guy and if he wasn't an independent who did he work for? And what did Harry think he was doing putting himself at risk by sneaking out to the park at night? He growled and instinctively reached into his pocket then roared in frustration when he realized what he was doing. There was no way he was going to have a piece of parchment, quill and ink in his pocket. Why did Harry's letter have to catch him in the garden?
He turned to the owl. "Hey there girl could you wait right here and I'll be right back." She chirped and ruffled her feathers again. He took that as a yes. The blond's feet almost slipped out from under him as he took off towards the manor as fast as his feet could take him. Bursting through the door he ran through the entry hall and right past his mother.

"Draco!" She cried.

"Not now mum I'm a bit busy." He answered without even looking at her.

"Draco Malfoy stop running like the fiends from hell are nipping at your heals right now."

But he didn't listen to her. He had more important things on his mind than not running through the house. He crashed into his room and raced over to his desk. Taking up a parchment, a quill, and some ink he was about to exit his room when he heard a tapping at his window. He looked up to see Hedwig poking at the glass wanting in. "What the?" He opened it and she flew to the small table next to his bed. "I thought I told you to stay in the Garden." She squawked and chewed on his sleeve lightly. "I swear you're just as stubborn as he is." He could have sworn he saw her smile at that. He jotted down his answer and attached it to her leg. "Get this to Harry as quick as possible." She chirped and took off.

He watched her go then collapsed onto his bed. What was he going to do? He told Harry that he would meet him there. He had no choice how could he deny his mate when he pleaded like that. But how was he going to get there and without his parents knowing? He groaned and fell back pulling at his hair.

Harry stood in the bathroom of Hermione's house looking at his in form the mirror. He wore only his swimming trunks leaving his back bare for anyone to see. Now he was beginning to wonder why he told Hermione that he would go swimming with them. He never realized how self conscious he was about the markings on his back until now. Sure Draco had seen them but that was different.

"Harry, are you in there?" Ron called through the door.

He didn't say anything in answer to Ron's question. He knew his friend was there to ask him why he hadn't joined them in the pool. His eyes burned as tears started to run down his cheeks. He buried his face in his hands not wanting to look at himself anymore. If he hadn't been a freak before then he was now? A sob escaped his throat.

"Harry are you okay? Are you crying?" Ron's voice was full of concern.

"I'm fine Ron." Harry said as he wiped at his eyes.

"Like hell you are. I'm coming in Harry." And before the smaller Gryffindor could turn around his friend forced open the door. "What's wrong mate?"

Harry cringed when Ron said this it just didn't sound right coming from his friend's mouth. Only one person was allowed to call him that. He jumped when Ron grabbed his arm.

"Harry?"

"I'm sorry Ron, I…." He was ready to argue with Ron why he didn't want to go swimming with them. But one look into his friend's bright blue eyes and the pure concern they held and he cracked. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed openly in front of his friend; something that he had never done before. "Ron I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. My feelings are totally on edge." He wiped at his eyes. "You know me I don't cry in front of people. I try to hide my feelings as much as I can. And I definitely don't normally care how I look."

"Huh?" Ron was floored by this.

"The spots Ron. I can't go swimming everyone will see them."

Ron laughed and patted his friend on the back. "Harry is that the only thing you're worried about? Come one Hermione and I have already seen them. Not like we would care any ways you're still our friend.

"You've seen them but Hildey hasn't. What if Hermione's parents come home? What will they think of the weirdo that's staying with them?"

"Now you stop that." Ron snapped all laughter gone from his voice. "That's those bloody dunder head relative's of yours speaking. Hermione's Mum and Dad are nothing like that and neither is Hildey. That girl embraces everything about our world so easily. I don't think I've ever known a muggle with that much magical knowledge. Of course I don't know many muggles. But I'm telling you if that girl does end up being another muggle born witch. She might even give Hermione a run for her Galleons."

Harry laughed.

"Come on why don't we go join the girls Hermione's getting worried." He handed Harry a towel. "Wipe your face we don't want her to be any more worried. You know how much of a mother hen she can be."

Harry smiled and took the towel from the red head.

There was a loud pop as Albus Dumbledore and Remus Lupin appeared in a large room with stone floors and ancient masonry walls.

"Where are we Albus?"
The old man smiled. "Le Ministère de Magique."

"What?" Remus gasped he was totally confused.

"It's the French Ministry of Magic my dear man." Dumbledore explained but he couldn't help snickering a bit.

"Oh."

"Bonjour, bonjour Monseigneur Dumbledore, Monsieur Lupin. I 'ope your trip was satisfactory." A tall skinny man about twenty raced towards them.

Lupin arched an eyebrow. Of course their trip was satisfactory they had apperated to France it wasn't like it took to long.

"If you would please fallow me zis way." He motioned to them and headed off down a dark hall.

Dumbledore strode after him with Lupin rushing to catch up.

"Albus, I thought we were heading to their branch of Gringotts?" Lupin asked quietly.

"We are Remus but we need to go through the right routs. Even though we have the key we can't just enter Gringotts and take the items. Our names are not on the account so we need to get it cleared."

Lupin felt like kicking himself. Of course they wouldn't just be able to walk in and open someone else's vault. And since neither of the women who's name was on it were alive anymore this might get pretty complicated. "Albus, wouldn't this have been easier if we had just told Harry? I'm sure him being the son of Lilly would have the power to open that vault."

"I thought of that Remus. But we're not sure what's in there and I didn't want to get Harry's hopes up. The poor child has been through so much already this summer and I don't think it's over yet. I have a bad feeling things are just going to become even more complicated for our young Mr. Potter. We know he has a mate but we have yet to figure out whom."

"Do you think that Harry knows?" They turned quickly down another hall and then down some winding stares.

"I believe he does." The headmaster confirmed his voice somber.

"Then why don't we just ask him?"

"Because asking him who his mate is will accomplish nothing. The Dominants family has gone through an awful lot to keep the fact that their son is a Shiverin hidden. Harry being the submissive is totally dependant on his mate and he will do anything to keep the relationship going. If the Dominant doesn't want people to know yet Harry will not say anything because it might risk loosing his mate. We must also look at the possibility that his mate may be someone that Harry believes we might see as wrong for him."

"And He will keep it hidden because he thinks we might try to keep them apart." Lupin was starting to understand. "So these dreams that he's been having. The ones that Hermione wanted the dreamless sleep potion for?"

"Are probably meetings between him and his mate. I think that their relationship is progressing much faster than I had expected. According to the letter I read from Miss Granger I think that Harry might have fought it at first but it would seem that he's accepted it now. She wrote to tell me that he refuses to use the dreamless sleep potion anymore using the excuse that he's worried that he might become dependant on them. She says that this started right after their trip to Diagon Alley."

"You don't think they've mated already?"

"No, I don't believe they have. Miss Granger is very observant and has also mentioned a mark on the back of Harry's neck. She at first thought that it was what the muggles call a hickey, or in other words a love bite. It appeared one day after Harry had a little episode in the bathroom. It seams they found him on the floor unconscious. It took a lot for them to wake him from this state. But when they finally did the mark was there. After their trip to Diagon Alley she could have sworn it was worse. I believe that this mark is the beginnings of a Bureshaw."

"The Dominants claiming mark. If the mark isn't totally formed then they couldn't have mated yet since this mark is the trigger for the completion of the coupling."

Dumbledore smiled brightly. "Right you are Remus. I knew I had made the right decision."

"What are you talking about Albus?" Now the werewolf was curious. The headmaster's mood had just changed dramatically and that was never a good sign.

"I was wondering my dear man if you might entertain the idea of returning to Hogwarts as Defense against the Dark Arts teacher."

Remus's mouth fell open. "But Albus that would be impossible after third year no parent would allow me to teach their child. Well Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys perhaps."

"I assure you that everything is taken care of. I have had a rather hard time finding someone to fill the position as you might imagine."

"Gee, I can't imagine why." Remus laughed.

"Yes well, after last year I need someone that is capable of teaching the children practical Defense."

"From what I hear after last year you need someone that could teach at all." The other man scoffed.

"I see that some students have been very vocal about Deloris Umbridge."

"They were more than vocal. I have received many letters from Harry about how worthless last years Defense classes were to him." Now the man growled in anger the werewolf coming closer to the surface. "I also saw that scar on his hand. That woman better hope that I never find her."

Dumbledore knew that his former student was telling the truth. He had no doubt that if he ever did see Deloris Umbridge then what happened to her by the hands of centaurs would be nothing. "No one has seen or heard from the woman since she disappeared from Hogwarts. She wasn't really in her right mind after that and I really don't know what could have happened to her."

"If you ask me or the kids she wasn't in her right mind to begin with. Anyone that would send Dementors after a kid is either insane or in league with Voldemort. Not only that but she did nothing to prepare those children for the battle that is to come against the Dark forces."

"Precisely Remus, so will you except? The children know you they appreciate your way of teaching. And I know that you will prepare them for what is to come. There is another reason I would like you to take the position. I believe that it will help Harry to have someone he's comfortable with at Hogwarts this year."

"But I'm sure he's comfortable with you Albus."

"I'm afraid after last year mine and Harry's relationship is rather strained. I have kept to many secrets form the child and even if he doesn't say it. I believe it's going to take quite a bit to get me back in his good favor." The Headmasters voice was full of pain. "I was selfish in thinking that I could protect Harry from his future and I've paid the price for it."

"He doesn't hate you Albus. I don't think it's in Harry's nature to hate."

"It's in all our nature to hate Remus. Harry is just a little more open minded than most. He is definitely one of the most forgiving people that I've ever had the privilege to meet." They turned down another hall way. "So will you take the position?"

"What about Severus?"

"I had a talk with Severus he will not cause you problems. And there will be no more people leaking that you are a Werewolf."

"Then I accept."

"Thank you Remus."

"Ah 'ere we are." The young man opened a nondescript brown door that had a number two on it. "If you would please wait 'ere Monsieur Dumas will be with you in a few minutes."

Dumbledore smiled at the young man. "Thank you very much."

The man seemed flustered as he exited the room.

"Who is this Mr. Dumas?" Remus asked sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs.

"Martin Dumas is the head of the French office of International Wizarding Affairs. And I daresay that he will only be the first person we'll need to talk to today."

"This is going to give me a headache isn't it?" The werewolf griped.

The old wizard reached into his pocket. "Lemon drop?" He offered a plain brown bag to his friend.

"ALBUS!" The brunette cried.

Draco sat in his room going through some old books he had barrowed from the family library. He was looking through protection spells trying to find one that just might help his Harry. But no matter what he did he just couldn't seem to find one that would interfere with the wards that were around Granger's house. "Damn you Dumbledore, you make this so hard." He threw another book over his shoulder and sighed. How was he supposed to protect his mate when he couldn't find a spell that wouldn't alert every Auror in existence?

He picked up another book and leafed through it half heartedly. His mind kept telling him that there was a very easy way to protect his mate. Just grab that Gryffindor with the wonderful body and drag him some place no one would be able to find them. Then do unspeakable things to that Quidditch toned body. He felt a heat race through him at the though of finally claiming his mate. "No, bad Draco, don't think like that." He berated himself. "How are you supposed to find a spell to protect Harry if you're thinking with your hormones and not your brain?" He quickly tried to think of anything else but Harry lying naked in his arms, his breaths heavy and sporadic, those soft petal lips swollen from his kisses, not to mention those sexy heavy lidded green eyes dilated in lust. "Fuck!" He yelled as he felt the problem in between his legs get worse. "By Merlin's beard." He groaned as he tried to move to relieve the pressure on that very sensitive part of his anatomy. But the friction only made it worse. "Now look at the situation you got yourself in to." He hissed as his tight jeans rubbed again. Looking at the clock he checked the time six o'clock. Four hours until he had leave to meat his lovely mate. He didn't think it was going to take two hours to get there but it didn't hurt to give himself some leeway. He got up and conjuring the best picture he could of Harry he headed to the bathroom to take care of his problem. He'd have to return to his research later.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat on the patio sipping Iced teas just watching the few fluffy clouds that rolled by.

"This is nice." Hermione said taking a deep breath.

Ron nodded. "I can't believe how quiet it is here. When you live in a house with as many people as I do you don't get quiet much."

Harry just laughed. He had to admit that Ron was right. Quiet wasn't something that was abundant in the Weasley home. But no matter he still loved it there anyways.

Their bushy haired friend looked at them out of the corner of her eye. "Do you guys suppose we should do a little more research on the Shiverin?"

The Submissive heaved a sigh and placed his glass down on the patio table. "Yeah, you're right Hermione. I don't think we've looked at those books much since we returned from Diagon Alley. But do you mind if we bring them out here? It's just so nice."

She smiled. "Sure Harry."

They went to their rooms, retrieved their books and retuned to the patio.

Harry placed his book on the table and flipped to the page he had last been reading. He had ended on H.D. Shipper's explanation of the Submissive Shiverin's birthing cycle. "Every year a Submissive Shiverin goes through a birthing cycle. These cycles last for three months starting on the submissive's birthday. For full blooded Shiverin their first birthing cycle starts as soon as they reach sexual maturity at the age of fourteen. For most cross bread Shiverin their first cycle starts at the age of sixteen". Harry actually thanked his stars that he was only a crossbreed. The idea of possibly getting pregnant at the age of fourteen did not appeal to him. "The Birthing Cycle for a Submissive Shiverin is very similar to that of a human female's menstrual cycle. The Hormonal and Chemical balances are thrown off causing them to be very emotional." Well that explains a lot. Now he knew why he had broken down in front of Ron, and why he needed Draco so badly. "As the birthing cycle draws closer to the end the submissive can become so volatile that any thing could set them off. And the only things capable of calming them down is a strong calming draught or their Dominant." His mouth fell open. Surely if Draco got him Pregnant before this he wouldn't have to go through that. "Unfortunately pregnancy does not abate all these symptoms." He felt as if he'd been gored by a Ridge backs Horns. How was he supposed to keep that he was a Shiverin hidden when he might turn into a blubbering git at the simplest thing. He sighed and read on. "It is during this cycle and during this cycle only that the submissive is capable of getting pregnant. Many believe that this is the reason that so many Shiverin have multiple births. The gestation period of a Shiverin, even a wizard crossbreed is ten months." Harry's eyes widened. Ten months, he was going to pregnant for ten bloody months, Holy shit. He kept on reading. "But when time comes to give birth the Dominant must be there as well. It is impossible for the submissive to give birth on their own and if they do not have the stimulation of their Dominant it is most likely they and the children will die. Yes Medi witches have tried to save them through c-section but only once or twice has it been successful. (For more information on the stimulation process please refer to page 578.)" By now Harry was feeling relatively sick. He had never really realized how dependent he really was going to be on Draco. Not only did he ache for the blonde Slytherin right now. Once he did become pregnant he wouldn't even be able to give birth without his mate right there with him. And even though the mere though of Draco being right there with him through the entire thing sort of turned his stomach it also turned him on in a way. He glanced at Hermione and Ron to make sure they hadn't noticed his shuddering breaths. Of course his thoughts of Draco were completely interrupted by Hermione calling his name.

"Hey Harry, get this. They have a moderate dictionary in here of old Shiverin terms. Things like An'quin which is the old word for house. But most of it is dedicated to the different types of Shiverin. A dominant is called Yasnaque and a submissive is Kav." Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my."

Now he was curious. "What's wrong Hermione?"

"I would venture to guess that the Shiverin society isn't totally equal when it comes to the rights of the Submissive and the Dominant. They have such words as Kèrta: the Shiverin word for First Mate; most of the time the mate that a Dominant stays with their entire life. But not always. They are also their favorite of all their mates."

Harry choked. "First mate, you mean a dominant can have more than one mate?" He was feeling a bit dizzy now. He didn't want to think about sharing Draco with another submissive, or any one else for that matter. The blonde was his mate and his only. He gasped and bit his lip when he realized what he had just done. He was starting to sound an awful lot like Draco. "Is that only for full blooded Shiverin or cross breads as well?" He tried not to sound like he was too hopeful.

She shrugged. "I don't know Harry, but I sure hope that a Wizarding Cross bread relationship isn't the same as a full blood. I don't think you would want to be a submissive in a full blood relationship. If this book is any hint at what they're like. There are more dirty words for submissives in here than I can count. Well actually for mate less submissives. It would seem that by the time a Submissive turns thirty five they are expected to have a mate already. If they do not they are looked down upon by Shiverin society. A mate less submissive is capable of becoming an Ixin which is a servant for a dominant. But they are seen as the lowest of the low. They are also known as Zerram which loosely translates to unused trash."

"That's horrible." Ron stated.

"Believe me Ron that's one of the nicer ones. They get dirtier as they go on." She flipped through a few pages. "What I think is horrible is that there are absolutely no derogatory words for Dominants in here. I think that we can assume that the dominant's run Shiverin society."

Harry slowly allowed his hand to find the spot on his neck where Draco had placed his bureshaw. Was it possible that Draco thought the same way as these other Shiverin? But that was impossible wasn't it. His mate really seemed to care for him, love him even. He wouldn't just throw him aside if he got a chance would he?

Across England in Malfoy manner Draco had finished taking care of his problem and returned to trying to find a spell to protect his mate. He couldn't allow anything to happen to his beloved. After searching through the large leather bound book in front of him he roared and threw it across the room shattering the poor vase again. This was impossible why couldn't he find anything? His Harry needed to be protected. Sure he had the wards that Dumbledore and his little helpers had place around the Grangers home, but obviously they weren't much help if that bastard had found Harry again. No it was Draco's job to protect his mate from those that might want to take the Gryffindor from him. But no matter how he tried he couldn't find a charm that didn't require magic to be cast directly on the person it was to protect. And seeing that he was still underage he wasn't allowed to use magic out side of School. Sure the shielding around Malfoy manner stopped the Ministry form detecting the little bit of accidental magic he had done this summer. But he wouldn't be at the manor and the amount of power that was needed to cast a protection spell would definitely be detected and set off the wards around Granger's street. He was sure his parents would know a spell that didn't need to be cast on the person. But since he didn't trust them to know who his mate was yet he couldn't very well ask them. He snarled and threw himself down on his bed. What was he going to do? Maybe he could send a house elf to keep track of Harry. No his father would notice if one of the elves went missing. "Wait a minute." He whispered. "That's it." He jumped and raced from his room. "I've been looking for the wrong type of spell." Bolting down the hallway he reached to stair case and took them two at a time. At the bottom he almost crashed into his father.

"Draco, what in Salazar's name do you think your doing. You look as if you have a heard of rampaging centaurs chasing after you."

The Dominant Shiverin stopped trying to catch his breath. "Father…can..can I?"

"Now Draco just catch your breath and then you can ask your question."

Taking in deep cleansing breaths the blond closed his eyes and willed his heart rate to slow down. As soon as he calmed down he opened his silver blue eyes and gazed right into his fathers matching ones. He was glad that he had grown over the year and now was almost as tall as the old man himself. It was less intimidating if you could look some one strait in the eye. "Father, would it be possible if I flooed to Diagon Alley?"

Lucius gave his son an incredulous look. "May I ask why?"

"I just need to get some things for school." Draco answered nonchalantly.

Skeptical silver eyes bore into the younger mans. But even though Lucius didn't really believe his son he didn't feel like arguing with him either. The young Shiverin had become quite aggressive lately. "Alright Draco, just be careful."

Draco smiled and sprinted back to his room. He grabbed his money sack, cloak, and broom. Then ran over to his fire place, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and stepped into the large marble structure. "Diagon Alley." He cried and then he felt the ground drop from under him and the world began to rush around him.

Suddenly everything came to a stop as he hit the ground with a thud. Brushing himself off he sauntered out of the fire place at the leaky cauldron.

"Well Hello young Mr. Malfoy." Tom greeted him.

"Hello Tom."

"Will your parents be joining you today?" The innkeeper questioned handing him a damp towel to wipe the soot off his face.

"No, not today, I'm just here to do some school shopping."

The rickety looking man eyed the broom.

Draco smiled. "I need to buy a new repair kit for my broom and I had some specific questions for Mr. Bumblesheen. See you later Tom." He made his way through the many tables of the Wizarding Inn and out the back door. Taking out his wand he tapped the right brick and the portal to Diagon alley opened before him. He stepped through and made his way quickly down Diagon Alley. He knew exactly were he was heading. It was actually in Knockturn Alley. Hiding there amongst the many Dark arts stores was a small inconspicuous jewelry shop. He had been in there a couple of times with his mother. They had some very beautiful items. But the most important thing was that they would cast practically any spell you could think of on the item you purchased. Mostly it was a dark curse that would activate when the victim placed the item on their person but they were also good and convenient and inconspicuous port keys. But neither were what he was looking for tonight. He was in the market for a simple tracking charm. If the charm was simple enough it wouldn't set off the wards around Grangers home. But it would give him the ability to keep track of and find Harry if need be. He got to Gringotts and turned left and made his way down the small flight of stairs into the dark street of Knockturn Alley.

"Hello young Draconis where is your mother today?" A tall whippy witch with no curves at all asked him.

"Sorry Mrs. Hemmet but she didn't come with me today." He almost sneered at the witch. He hated to be called Draconis. Sure it was his full name but he didn't even let his parents get away with calling him that much.

"Oh that's too bad I've been meaning to ask her where she got her beautiful new dress robes."

Now Draco almost scoffed. He knew exactly which set of dress robes Mrs. Hemmet was talking about. It was a lovely frock made of the finest baby blue spider silk. Around the hems it was embellished with hundreds of tiny seed pearls. And it laced down the front with a nice silver cord. They were actually quite simple and on someone like his mum they looked exceptional. Nothing could look exceptional on Mrs. Hemmet. He was about to tell her such when he realized that was probably not the greatest thing to do. Mrs. Hemmet was well known in his parents group of acquaintances as a vindictive woman. If he insulted her she wouldn't think twice about going to his parents and telling them everything. He really didn't need to deal with the questions about what he had been doing down Knockturn Alley. He also needed to get rid of this woman. He only had a limited amount of time before he headed off to meet Harry. And he wouldn't be late for anything.

Might as well play nicey nice and act all sweet and innocent for the bitch. "I'm sorry Mrs. Hemmet but I really don't know. If you'd like I'd be more than happy to ask her when I get home." He knew that he could look like an angel when he tried. It was a tactic he used quite often with his own mother.

"No that's alright darling. I'll just owl her later. I've been meaning to invite her over for tea any ways. Well see you later dear."

"By." He smiled sweetly and waved until she was out of view. "Blooming Harpy." He snapped and was on his way. Finally he reached 'Keanan Kruger's Spell Bound Jewelry.' As he entered the shop a screech could be heard sounding through the small shop.

"Yes Creatin I here you I'm coming." A shaky voice called from the back room. "Ah, Draco so nice to see you again." A chubby elderly wizard greeted him as he exited the back and handed held out a cracker to what looked like a rather bedraggled crow sitting on a perch next to the back room door. The thing looked as if someone had tried to shove it through a small pipe pushing all of its feathers out of place. That must have been what had screetched when he entered.

"Good evening Mr. Kruger."

"What could I help you with today? I don't believe your mother has an order that you might picking up." The old man said with a smile showing that he was missing one of his canine teeth.

Draco made his way along one of the many display cases packed into the small shop. "No I'm not picking up an order for my mum. Actually I'm searching for a present for someone very special." He allowed his eyes to glance through a case with some nice looking rings. No that wouldn't do for now. It had to be something that could be hidden.

"Young love is such a wonderful thing. Or is it revenge present?"

Draco smiled. "No this is love." He knew that he was risking telling Mr. Kruger this. But the man was very good at keeping secrets. If he wasn't his business would have been shut down by the ministry a long time ago. "But I must admit that I don't want my parents to know about this. It's not that I'm ashamed or anything but they were so set on me marring Pansy they might be upset."

"I understand completely Draco. I understand that arranged marriages are quite common among Pureblood families but they sometimes don't always work. So you really like this person?"

"Oh yes." The Shiverin whispered. "They're perfect, with beauty and power." A picture of Harry came to mind and he felt butterfly's in his stomach. He wasn't kidding his mate was completely perfect. It amazed him how he had gone from hating the Gryffindor to loving him with every thing he had in such a short time.

"You sound like you're a very luck young man Draco."

"I am."

"So may I ask what exactly you're looking for?"

Draco Pursed his lips and scratched at his head lightly. "Well, I hadn't really thought about it. It has to be small so that it can be hidden easily under a shirt." He let his eyes glance over a case of lovely necklaces and broaches. He wanted something perfect for his Harry. It had to be something beautiful but not to feminine. Sure Harry was small and slim and even though he was small he had a wonderful pair of legs and a great ass. Plus the boy had eyes you could die in. Those beautiful verdant eyes, edged by long dark lashes, just took your breath away. But his mate was definitely all male. He had to have something that was just as beautiful but just as masculine as his love.

His eyes stopped on the most wonderful necklace he had ever seen. It was a dark green faceted stone shaped like a tear drop. The color would go along perfectly with Harry's eyes. And it was far enough away from Slytherin green that the Gryffindor would not see it as an ownership marking. Wrapped around it was a finely crafted Platinum dragon. The little dragon's tail was curved to make the ring the chain hung threw. Its small wings were folded against its body and its four clawed feet were holding the stoned tightly. He had to have it.

"That one."

"Beautiful choice Draco the stone is a Serpens Lacrima or Dragons Tear. They are quite rare and are known for their protective qualities. They are created when the first tear a baby Dragon cry's is caught in a cup made of Unicorn horn. The magical qualities of both creatures react to each other and the tear crystallized capturing some of the aspects of both. It's known to protect against danger by glowing lightly. And if the wearer is injured it helps to speed up heeling as long as the injury is not to severe."

He almost felt like clapping his hands together in joy, but of course that was below a Malfoy. "I'll take that one and could you please do me a favor and cast a simple tracking charm on it for me? Oh and a binding charm."

Keanan arched an eyebrow. "Yes sir that would be easy." He removed the necklace form the case and placed it on a soft piece of fabric. Taking out his wand he waved it a few times over the item and mumbled some words. The necklace glowed a soft blue and then returned to its normal state. Picking it up he placed it in a Dark blue velvet draw string pouch with small silver stars embroidered on it. "There you go Draco that will be a hundred Galleons."

Draco quickly took out his money pouch and handed the coins over to Mr. Kruger. He turned to leave waving to the older man.

"Thanks for stopping by Draco, and I hope he likes it."

This froze the Dominant in his path. "What, but I never said."

A smile graced slim lips. "You didn't have to child. I just realized how you never actually said what sex the person was. Since most people don't have a problem admitting that their in love with some one of the opposite sex. I just assumed that it had to be a boy." He watched the young man closely noticing the mixed emotions it his silver eyes. "Don't worry Draco I won't tell your parents. Wouldn't do to well for business if I went around telling my clients secrets and believe me I know my fair share."

"Thank you Mr. Kruger."

"Your welcome my dear boy. Just remember I sell some very nice engagement rings and wedding sets." Large dust colored eyes sparkled in merriment.

Draco laughed and left the shop. He knew that was just Mr. Kruger's way of teasing. But he had to admit that he had entertained the idea. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Harry. And it wouldn't be the first time that two wizards had married each other. It wasn't looked down upon as it was in the muggle world. To most witches and Wizards love was love no matter who it was with. Sure most relationships were still strictly heterosexual since it was very hard to have children in same sex couples. It took a lot of planning, many potions, a few well cast spells, and a lot of luck. Thank goodness he and Harry didn't have that problem. Nope no problem at all he planned to have many little Malfoy's running around the manor. He frowned, that was if the pregnancy took. He had to admit that he had not been completely truthful with Harry. It was true that the Shiverin had multiple births most of the time. But it wasn't as easy a most thought to conceive. And it wasn't the Submissives fault, as most people though, no it was the Dominants. At the time that the Full blooded Shiverin society had inter mated with the Wizarding world there had been an abundance of the creatures. Through many centuries of ample bondings and births the full blooded Shiverins had over populated their land. Nature, like it so often did, took over. No one knows when it actually started but some where down the road something happened to the Dominant Shiverin's sperm. It wasn't like they had a low sperm count hell no. It's just that for some reason many of them seemed to have problems and even if they reached the egg's fertilization didn't always happen. This seemed to be Natures way to curb the amount of Shiverin that were born. This unfortunate problem was one that was passed on to the decedents of Wizard and Shiverin bondings. If the Witch or wizard just carried the Shiverin gene there was no problem. But when a Dominant Shiverin was born they more often than not had a problem conceiving with their mate even if it was a normal Witch or Wizard. And as much as he hoped that it would be different for him and Harry he knew that he was expecting to much. He knew he would have to tell his green eyed angel soon, but he didn't want to worry the boy quite yet. Harry was going through so much as is with his first birthing cycle. He just didn't want to burden him any more. But he would tell him.

He pulled out his pocket watch and clicked it open, eight o'clock. He could feel the butterfly's start to form in his stomach again. It was only two hours till he could go find his Harry. He could tell that these would be some of the longest hours in his life. He huffed and returned his watch to his pocket. So what to do for two hours that might get his mind off Harry at least a little bit. He didn't wan to go home. Figuring that it would be easier for him to leave from Diagon Alley then trying to slip past his parents and the manor wards. His stomach growled slightly. Well, might as well get dinner, wasn't their a new restaurant that just opened up next to Flourish and Blott's?

Remus sighed as they waited in another office for another official to feed them a bunch of shit. Didn't these people realize how important this was?"
"Bonsoir Messieurs." A man about forty five years old entered the room. He had dark blond hair and crystal blue eyes. "I am truly sorry for keeping you waiting."

A slight snide grunting noise escaped Lupin's lips.

Dumbledore smiled at him slightly. "It's perfectly alright Mr.?"

"Oh, Musaraigne, Bruce Musaraigne." He held his hand out and shook the other Wizards. "And you are Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The old man nodded. "Forgive me, but you don't sound French."

"Nope American born and bread." He opened a file drawer behind him and pulled out a file. "My father was French and decided that he wanted me to go to his old school. After I graduated I decided to stay here."
Albus smiled. "Found yourself a nice wife."

Bruce laughed. "Am I that obvious?"

The headmaster just pointed to the picture on his desk. It was of Bruce with a lovely woman and three little children.

"Oh yeah I forgot." He picked up the picture. "My oldest will be starting at Oberon's school of Magic this Year."

"You look like you're very proud."

"I am it's the same school where her mother and I met." He put the picture back down and opened the file. "So I understand that you're trying to access the Gringotts' account of one Patrick Darvoux."

"Yes we have the key and everything and a note written by Patrick himself."

Bruce took the note and glanced over it quickly. "It says here that Clair Evans or Lily Evans have the right to open the vault. I would assume that neither of you are these two women."

Remus couldn't help a growl. At first this man seemed better than the other twenty they had talked to today. But now he was starting to be as much of an ass as the rest of them.

Albus grabbed his arm to try and clam him down. "No my dear man sadly neither of these two women are with us any more. Clair Evans died a long time ago and Lily Evans was killed about sixteen years ago. She was better known as Lily Potter."

Bruce blanched. "You mean Harry Potter's mother?"

Dumbledore stroked his long beard and nodded. "I think you can see why we couldn't bring Mr. Potter with us to France. I wouldn't be safe for him to travel with You-Know-who around." Albus knew he was taking a cheep shot. But he was hoping that this man being a father himself would have a greater care about the safety of a child.

"Yes I understand. No child should go through what that poor kid has." He took a quill and dipped in an ink bottle. "I'm giving you the right to open the account." He scribbled something down in the file in front of him. "Reason being that the true beneficiary is unable to come on his own." He wrote something else then closed the file and handed it to Dumbledore. He smiled. "I hope you find something that may be able to help young Mr. Potter and hopefully bring him some peace in his life."

"So do I, so do I." Albus said sadly.

"My Lord." A tall man with long silky light brown hair bowed at Gramèn's feet.

"Vaaku I'm so happy to see you. How is your mate?" He held out his hand and the other Shiverin took it and kissed the knuckles.

"He is fine my Lord. S'Asankie just gave birth to three beautiful little children. We had two yasnaque males and one kav."

"Well that's good to hear. Vaaku I have a mission for you. I know you've heard me speak about one Harry Potter."

"Yes my Lord the Nuinath. How can I be of service in this?"
"Well it would seem the Ti'anfal has failed me. I guess that's what I get for giving such an important mission to an Ixin. I would like for you to go and find the kav for me."

"Yes my Lord is there somewhere I should start first?" Vaaku had no respect for a zerram turned Ixin but he was sure that Ti'anfal must have found something.

"That zerram, Ti'anfal, left my services before he could tell me where he found young Harry. It would seem that we must start at the beginning in searching for him."

Vaaku nodded. "Yes my Lord I shall start at once." At that he got to his feet and strode out of the hall.

Harry lay in bed impatiently staring at the ceiling. He turned to look at the large numbers on the digital alarm clock on the table in between his and Ron's bed. He sighed it was only eleven. Surely Draco wouldn't arrive that early. He returned to staring at the ceiling fingering the silky fabric of his invisibility cloak. He knew he should just relax and wait for the clock to hit at least eleven thirty before he left. That way he had less chance of getting into trouble if someone came looking for him. Of course also less of a chance of Hermione and Ron discovering he was gone. But no matter how hard he tried the rampaging flock of Snidgets would not leave his stomach. He had never needed to see someone so bad in his entire life. His hunger for the Slytherin Ice Prince was greater than anything he had ever known before. At least he knew part of the reason why now and it would only get worse as his Birthing Cycle continued. Sighing he threw back the covers and got to his feet. Carefully he put on his shoes and grabbed his wand just incase. He also grabbed the Sneak a Scope Ron had gotten him before third year. He knew it was a cheep one but it should help him to notice if someone besides Draco was coming. Slipping the invisibility cloak over his shoulder he made his way quietly out of the room. He didn't want to wake Ron. The poor guy had to return to the Burrow tomorrow and he would need all his strength to deal with his many siblings. Harry, even though sad to see his friend go, was kind of excited to spend the rest of the summer with just Hermione. He had spent so much time with Ron over the years that he was looking forward to the one on one time with his other best friend. Feeling his way down the stairs he opened the front door and made his way down the street in the warm summer night.

He reached the park in record time. He knew that if Draco was punctual he had almost an hour to wait for his mate. He sat down on one of the swings and rocked back and forth lightly with his feat. He had been a bit surprised when he received the white blonde's letter saying that he would meet him at the park. He had expected his Dominant to write him a letter trying to talk him out of sneaking out at night that it wasn't safe. Sure it wasn't safe he knew that. Someone was fallowing him around oh and let's not forget that Voldemort was out to kill him. He could feel tears prickling his eyes at the thought that some one was out to get him. Damn his hormones. He waited for a few more minutes before he got up to find a nice comfortable spot underneath one of the large oak trees. He had only just sat down when every nerve in his body started to vibrate and a nice warm feeling came over too his body. He looked to see the unmistakable figure of the Slytherin Seeker on his broom. He jumped to his feet and waited excitedly for his mate to land.

Draco quickly landed and setting his broom on a convenient picnic table rushed towards the swings. "Harry?" He could feel his mate but he couldn't see him and even though he knew that the Raven haired Submissive was under an invisibility cloak it still unearned him. "Harry love?" Why wasn't his mate answering him? He stood in front of the first swing. "You can come out now please." He reached out but there was no one there. Now he was starting to get really scared. He was so agitated he didn't hear the other foot steps behind him.

Harry snuck up behind Draco trying not to laugh. He knew that this was mean, but he couldn't help himself it was just too easy.

Again in front of another swing and Draco reached out just to have his fingers find nothing. "Harry?" His voice became squeaky and his shiverin song started with a very audible edge to it.

Harry could hear both the frantic tone in his Dominants voice and song. He had planned to let Draco get to the last swing before he made himself known but it would probably drive the blond to tears if he did. "Draco." He called softly.

The Slytherin heard the soft call of his mate and turned around quickly almost throwing himself off balance. His hand flew out and finding soft fabric where there seemed to be only air he pulled revealing the form of his beloved. "Harry oh gods." He grabbed the smaller boy and pulled him against his body. "What the hell do you think you were doing sneaking up on me like that? Do you know how scared I was? I thought maybe someone might have gotten you." He sobbed into his mate's silky hair which was more ruffled than normal from the invisibility cloak being pulled over it.

Harry was surprised. He knew that Draco had been upset but he didn't expect that he would be this upset. "I'm sorry Draco I was just having a little fun. I didn't mean to scare you." He let his arms wind around the blond's waist.

The dominant kissed the crown of the inky head. "I know it's just that I was already scared because of what you wrote in your letter and all. Then when I couldn't…god's I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I love you more than anything else in the world."

Harry stiffened. Was this true did Draco really love him more than anything? Or would he just throw him to the side when he found someone better or just take both of them. "Uh, Draco can I ask you something?"

"Sure darling."

"Am I…am I…your Kèrta?" He asked apprehensively.

Draco pulled away and looked into his eyes. "What are you.. oh?" Draco's molten mercury eyes softened when he realized what his mate was asking. He felt all giddy inside. Harry was worried that he might replace him someday. Now he was certain that the Submissive felt something for him. "Yes Harry you're my Kèrta the only one I will ever have."

Tears started to pull in emerald green eyes. "I see I will always be your number one mate even if you claim another." Harry looked away afraid that Draco would be able to read the pain he felt on his face.

Slender fingers grabbed his chin and turned his head so that his eyes met his mates loving ones. "Harry you will be the only mate that I ever have. I can love no other as I love you. Even if you die I shall never love another. Unlike full blooded Shiverin cross breads only ever have one mate for their entire life. So you see my dear Harry you're stuck with me forever because I have no intentions of ever letting you go."

"Oh Draco." Harry cried and threw his arms around the taller boy's neck crashing his lips to those of his mates.

Draco was shocked at first not expecting this from his mate but he soon gave in and responded to the kiss pulling Harry against him again molding their bodies together. He pulled away and nibbled lightly on his beloved's sensitive ear soliciting a gasp from the kiss swollen lips. "I love you so much Harry that not even the wards of Avalon could keep me away from you."

A shiver ran down Harry's spine and he hugged his dominant. "Please Draco promise me that you'll never leave me." He knew that he probably sounded pathetic but he really didn't care. The only thing that matter was hearing those words form his mate.

"I will never leave you Harry my love never." Draco smiled knowing this was far from Harry's norm. It would seem that his mate was more affected by his birthing cycle than he first thought. "Oh, Harry, I got you something." He reluctantly let go his small love and pulled the velvet pouch form his pocket and handed it to his love.

Harry's green eyes shined even brighter if that was at all possible. "Draco, it's lovely."

Draco laughed. "Yes, but that's not the present, what's inside it is."

The smaller boy cocked his head lightly and opened the pouched letting the necklace slither out into his hand. "My heavens Draco this, is breathtaking." He held it up to get a better look. "It's too much you shouldn't have."

"I knew you'd say that. Just as you probably knew I'd say that nothings to much for you." He took the necklace from his mates hand and placed it around the boy's slim neck. "It's a Serpens Lacrima, Dragons Tear, it will protect you." He smiled down at his mate. "And it brings out your eyes."

Harry ran a finger down the back of the small dragon and a slight tingling sensation ran through the pad of his finger. A spell had been cast on this necklace. He turned incredulous eyes to his Dominant. "Draco what are you trying to pull?"

"What do you mean love?" Draco tried to feint innocence. He pulled at Harry's shoulders to bring him in for another kiss but the small boy pulled away from him.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about I can tell when your not telling the truth. There is a spell cast on this necklace, what is it?" Harry had been through to much to be comfortable with strange spells he didn't recognize around him much less on something he was wearing. The wind around them started to pick up and tear at the trees like mad and the light near by flickered sporadically.

Draco gasped. He had forgotten that Harry's magic was known to get a little out of hand when he got upset. The blond was certain that Harry's emotions just heightened how much magic he could tap into and when he was older he'd be able to control it. But for now he needed to calm his mate down before the boy hurt himself or someone else. "Harry love please calm down. It's nothing bad just a simple tracking charm."

"A tracking spell, don't you trust me Draco?" Tears fell down Harry's cheeks at the thought that his mate didn't trust him. He could never and would never leave Draco.

By now there was a full fledged wind storm and what looked like shooting stars streaked across the sky. Draco hoped that the order chocked this up to Harry coming into his Shiverin inheritance. He also hoped that the damn ministry wouldn't try to expel his mate for this. "No Harry I trust you. Believe me I trust you. It's the others out there that I don't trust. Voldemort and the strange guy that's been fallowing you. I just wanted a way to find you if anything ever happened to you. I wanted to be able to find the most precious thing to me in the world." He grabbed Harry ignoring the painful shocks running up his arms. "I love you Harry I know you won't leave me just as I won't leave you."

Harry fought against the blond for a little bit longer before his body started to sag and the wind died down. The light stopped its sputtering and returned to normal and the sky became black again. Harry let his head fall forward against Draco's firm chest. "I'm sorry, I know you trust me, I shouldn't question you. I just don't like strange magic."

Draco ran reassuring hands up and down Harry's arms. "I'm sorry Harry, I should have guessed that with all you've been through. I'm such an idiot I didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to protect you. And since I'm not aloud to do magic outside of school I had to find another way."

"It's alright Draco I understand."

"Believe me Harry if I had my choice I'd take you away with me right now. But it just won't work we'd have no where to got. We couldn't really go back to my place I'd kill my father if he even tried to give you over to the Dark Lord. Plus it would kind of alert Dumbledufuss. So this was the next best thing. Do you like it?"

Harry fingered the necklace again and smiled at Draco. "Yes."

"Good because it has a binding charm on it too only I can take it off."

"WHAT!" Harry roared and pushed Draco away from him so that he fell to the ground.

"Harry, it's just that…" He shuffled away from his very pissed off mate.

"DRACO MALFOY YOU ARROGANT BLEEDING BASTARD!" Harry yelled standing above him fists clenched. This time the light exploded and one of the trees was hit by lightning.

"Harry love calm down you're going to get yourself in trouble with the ministry." Draco tried to say in a comforting way but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. His mate might have been small at only five foot six but he could look very scary when he wanted to.

Harry closed his eyes and took in a couple of deep breaths trying to get his magic back under control. The last thing he wanted to do was blow Draco up like he had Aunt Marge. After a little bit the wind had stopped again and he opened his eyes again. "You have a lot of explaining to do Malfoy."

Draco cringed to hear his mate regress back to surnames. "I know what you're going to say Harry that I don't trust you. But it's those damn asses again that I don't trust. If they realized that I put a tracking charm on that necklace they would definitely take it off you. Which wouldn't be much help now would it?"

Harry had to admit the blond had a point. But he still wasn't done being mad with the pounce.

"With the binding charm on it I'm the only one that will be able to take it off thus making it more effective." He got to his feet. "Please don't be mad at me Harry I was only thinking of your safety. I'm sorry I'm no good at this. I've never loved someone like this before I don't know how to go about it."

Harry smirked. "By being the possessive Slytherin you are."

"That's more the Shiverin in me than the Slytherin. But also we Malfoy's don't like to share what belongs to us." He pulled Harry to him again and this time his mate didn't fight at all. "Your are mine Harry my beautiful mate. My raven haired angel my everything." He captured those soft rose lips with his in a passionate kiss.

Harry hesitated for just a bit before the last remnants of his anger slipped away and he returned the kiss with just as much passion.

Hands wondered everywhere as the kiss became more heated.

Draco untucked Harry's shirt running his hands up his mate's sides then along his spine and the trail of spots.

"OH GOD'S DRACO!" Harry cried arching his back forward. His Shiverin song started already combined with the hypnotic hum.

"Yes Harry is their something I can do for you?" The blond asked flippantly running his fingers down the spots now.

"Oh Merlin." Harry swore as he ground against Draco. "You know what that does to me."

Draco smiled against Harry's throat as he sucked lightly on his Adams apple. "I know exactly what it does to you love." He ran his hands along the spots again.

"SHIT!" Harry's legs gave out and he collapsed in Draco's arms. By now the ping hand joined his song.

That slight sound was making Draco very aroused but he knew he had to control himself this was not the place for lovemaking. He picked up Harry and carried him over to the table where his broom rested and place him on it. "Do you know how delicious you look under the moonlight?" He asked his mate unbuttoning the small boy's shirt. He loved the way the silver rays of mother moon highlighted his loves midnight hair.

Harry writhed under him arching his back up for better contact. "Bu…but Draco we…we…we can't do this here. Oh shit." Draco's mouth had found one of his nipples and was doing absolutely sinful things to it. His dominant varied between down right sucking to firm nibbling.

"I know we can't do that here Harry." The blond said around the piece of aroused flesh. "And I don't plan on it this isn't the special place where I want to take you for the first time." He heard Harry whimper dejectedly. "Believe me I would like nothing more than to burry myself in you as deep as I can but it will have to wait." He pulled himself away to look into his mate's desire darkened jade eyes. "Any ways." He said wickedly. "There are so many other things that I can do to you that are almost just as pleasurable and I believe that I owe you for that little trick you played on me earlier."

Harry's eyes widened as he saw the blond disappear from view. He moaned as he felt light kisses along his neck and then that evil mouth took his other nipple into its heated depths teasing it unmercifully. Then his mate liked from one nipple to the other and down in between to his navel. "Damn!" Harry cried as his mate licked and nipped at the firm flesh there. Then he heard it, the sound of his zipper being lowered. "Draco you can't really be…Oh gods in heaven and all the powers of Avalon!" Harry cried as his mate's mouth enveloped him.

Draco smirked but kept up what he was doing. He would have to remember that his mate was a screamer when that time came. But for now this would have to do. At least he'd be returning home a little satisfied. And with the taste of his delectable mate still on his lips his wonderful beautiful Harry. He heard Harry cry one more time as he reached his release. And hopefully Harry would be satisfied as well? And soon he fallowed his mate into oblivion. They stayed that way a little longer before Draco redid Harry's pants and lay down next to his mate pulling him against his chest.

Harry sighed blissfully and let his fingers trace feathery shapes along Draco's chest. "You know your dangerous with that mouth Draco. Where did you ever learn to do that."

Draco laughed at his naïve mate. "I guess that you Gryffindor don't have many sexual exploits."

"Hey." Harry slapped him slightly. "It's not that it's just that we don't talk about them openly."

"Mmmhmm." Draco gave the small boys ass a squeeze causing him to squeak. "Well us Slytherin don't have such decorum. And Blaise is very descriptive about the sexual games he plays with both boys and girls."

Harry was shocked. "You mean he's?"

"Yes Harry love, he's bi." Draco said a little dreamily as he ran his hand along Harry's shoulder.

"Oh and what about you have you ever…" The submissive couldn't finish his question. He wasn't sure why but the idea that Draco might have slept with someone else before him almost made him cry.

"No Harry I have never had sex with anyone else. When I do finally claim you it will be the first time for the both of us." He reassured his love.

Harry lifted himself up to look into his mates silver eyes. "You've never."

"No never. I've just never found anyone that appealed to me. Sure I knew that I'd probably be a Shiverin maybe somewhere inside me my instincts were telling me that you were waiting for me." He smiled and kissed Harry's lips lightly.

Harry almost started to cry again. "Gods Draco sometimes I can't help but think that aliens came and took off with the original Malfoy and replaced it with the most wonderful person in the world." Then Harry brought his lips to Draco's face cascading kisses all over soft skin.

Draco laughed and pulled his mate on top of him. "Yes Harry I am quite wonderful aren't I? Hey what's an Alien?"

Harry just smiled and then kissed his lips passionately.

There you go I hope that's not too much of a cliffhanger. Well I tried not to make one this time.