Chapter 17 – Aren't you a bit young for this?
Within half a minute of hearing about his godson's predicament, Severus was before him waving a vial of mixed rosemary, sage and basil oils under the teen's extremely sensitive nose. Everyone watched with amusement as the young vampire's nostrils flared moments before he coughed and spluttered into awareness.
"Gods that's nasty Sev," Draco gasped, glaring at the man through tear-filled eyes.
"That is the point of it Draco," Severus responded, ignoring the giggling coming from behind him. "Now, are you going to share what put you into a state that gave me reason to use this combination?"
Everyone gaped in shock as Draco's eyes flicked to Harry before he turned a glowing red.
"Not in particular," he mumbled, blushing brighter as the images flashed before his mind's eye once more, not registering the noticeable flinches of his Father and Severus.
Taking matters into his own hands, Lucius stepped around Harry and gently smacked his son's cheek with the palm of his hand.
"May I ask what that was for Father?"
"You were projecting loud enough to get through both my and Severus' shields," Lucius told his son calmly and as softly as he could to prevent his son from further embarrassment. "As much as we love the fact you have found your mate, neither of us wants to ever see him like that … EVER."
Draco looked up into his father's face, mortification written all over his own.
"I recommend meditating when you wake up and before going to bed," Lucius continued with a soft smile and placing his hand gently on the cheek he had slapped in order to stop his son's rather imaginative – and disturbing – thoughts.
"As well as spending an hour after the evening meal to work on your Occulmancy," a more-than-slightly embarrassed Severus growled softly. "Those thoughts of yours have to remain as thoughts for another ten months remember, and I would appreciate them being PRIVATE thoughts."
Draco moaned softly and hid his face in his hands as Remus, Sirius and Blaise caught onto where his thought had been and were currently in various states of hysteria at his expense with Hermione watching them worriedly and Harry ignoring them in favour of watching Draco.
"Are you okay Draco?" a sinfully soft voice full of concern asked.
Draco looked up into wide green eyes full of worry for him and small sharp teeth worrying at a bottom lip almost absent-mindedly as their owner focused on the older, more dominant teen. Without warning, Draco pounced, pushing Harry against the closest bed-post and lowering his lips to his mate's abused ones in an act of pure dominance.
Harry squeaked softly then mewled into the possessive kiss as his mate's hand found its way to the back of his head and clenched a handful of hair in a tight grip. As though they had a mind of their own, Harry's hands griped Draco's waist tightly before they slowly slid up the blonde's stomach, caressing the firm, well defined chest until they came to rest on the blonde's shoulders.
Draco growled possessively as more submissive mewls fell from his mate's lips. He growled in appreciation as his kitten bared his throat without needing provocation when his bruised, swollen lips were released. Losing no time, he latched onto the unmarked offering, half-hissing, half-growling out the words of an ancient instinct driven ritual buried within the minds of all dominant creatures. As the last worlds were completed, Draco bit down as hard as he could on the tempting treat before him, unknowingly sealing the ritual in a way that could never be ignored, hidden or forgotten.
Silence filled the room as everyone present watched the two. Eventually, the silence was broken by Lucius.
"It's going to be a loooooooong ten months," he sighed.
~ Wishmeluckfirsttimetryingtomakedridfruitinadehydrator~
After forty five minutes of attempting to separate the snogging couple, Hermione succeeded in separating them by dousing the two with ice cold water. She watched with dispassionate eyes as both boys hissed at her.
"Don't you have an appointment to keep?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You only have the afternoon free since it is your final year."
"My apologies Miss Granger," Draco said as calmly as he could while he dried both Harry and himself off with a wave of his hand. "I do not know what got into me for me to behave in such a deplorable way."
"I think you will find that hormones are the cause," Severus stated dryly. "Combine that with your imagination and the scent of your mate and you have enough trouble to outdo the damage that the Mutt can do."
"Well, I am a Demon Sir," Harry stated from his bed, still managing to pull off the innocent look even though he had been completely ravished not too long before, "it's only natural that trouble follows me around."
"More like you cause it Imp," Remus stated, amused.
"Better me then Sirius," was the serious reply.
Remus nodded after a slight pause. "That is true. The trouble around you is normally due to you being too cute for your own good. The trouble around Sirius is normally due to …" he trailed off into thought. "How to best put it?" he mused.
"Because of his foot-in-mouth disease," Hermione stated firmly.
"Hey!" Sirius shouted in mock rage.
"What?" Hermione asked, eyes glittering with hidden humour.
"You could have been nicer about it," Sirius pouted.
"She was nice about it," Harry chirped happily as he stood, shadows caressing him lovingly. "I would have said it was due to your big mouth and habit of contracting verbal diarrhoea."
Everyone laughed when Sirius leapt towards Harry, who ran from the room with a playful shriek. Sirius followed him shouting, "Traitor!"
"Let's go eat," Remus chuckled. "Then we can leave."
"Sounds good to me," Severus smirked
"Is Miss Granger going to be alright here?" Lucius asked with a slight frown as he looked around for the girl in question.
"Sirius will be here," Remus smiled knowingly at the Malfoy Lord, "and Blaise will be in class most of the afternoon."
Lucius smiled in relief, making everyone with him chuckle softly as they followed the barking laughter of the Grimm animagus, the shrieking laughter of the cat-demon and the joyful laughter of the fox demon.
~whoelselikeswinter?~
Aeron Carthwryt glanced at his watch for the fourth time in six minutes and scowled. His client had five minutes before they were scheduled to meet with him, but he was still annoyed that they were not already at the first property waiting for him.
"Thank you for meeting with us today Mr Carthwryt," a young male voice stated. "I trust you haven't been waiting for long?"
Aeron turned around sharply only to come face-to-face with a youth of around seventeen with ice-grey eyes and hair of platinum blonde. Behind him stood a petite youngster with black hair and the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. The sound of a throat clearing bought his attention back to the taller teen, who just raised an eyebrow at him, obviously waiting for an answer.
"Look kid," he stated with a slight sneer, "I'm busy. The client I am waiting for is now …" he looked at his watch, "fifteen minutes late and I'm not interested in whatever you have to say."
"I see," Draco drawled, looking the man over like one would a rust-covered car. He spun around gracefully and placed a gentle hand on the back of his companion. "Come along Harry, it seems we are wasting Mr Carthwryt's very valuable time. We will go back to Remus and Severus."
Harry smiled up at Draco as the blonde pulled out a sleek silver mobile and pressed a few buttons while walking slowly in the direction they had come from.
"That wasn't the best thing to do," a smooth tenor voice stated from Aeron's side making him jump. "After all," the voice continued, "That was your client for this afternoon."
Aeron froze in place as the owner of the voice cheerfully called for the two teens to wait for him. His blood froze when the younger blonde's voice reached him as the person on the opposite end of the line answered.
"Hello Corin, it's Draco. Would you mind rescheduling the inspections for some time next week with a different employee? The one you sent is … how did he put it? Ah yes … 'too busy to waste his time on whatever I had to say since he wasn't interested'."
Aeron gulped when the two blondes and the raven-haired teen stopped and after a short discussion nodded and the phone was switched off. Then his phone rang.
After hanging up from the verbal thrashing he had received from his boss, Aeron glared at it. As he passed the trio, his eyes landed on the black haired teen.
"Aren't you a little too young to be engaged, or are you just the family slut?"
The teen placed a calming hand on the younger blonde and smiled sweetly at the disgraced man.
"Aren't you too old to behave like a petulant five year old denied sweets or do you act that way because that is your intelligence level?"
Aeron's face turned bright red in rage and he lifted his hand to backhand the boy, only for the older blonde to catch his wrist and a stern voice barking out his name. He turned to glare at the new intruder, only to pale at the dangerously narrowed eyes of his boss and the murderous expressions on the faces of two new males.
"You are to go and back your desk, Mr Carthwryt. From now, you are fired. You will get your last pay cheque in a few days. I want you gone before I get back. If anything is damaged or missing that isn't yours, I WILL be charging you."
"Be assured that I will be pressing charges," the older blonde stated firmly, "on behalf of my son."
"And I will be pressing charges on behalf of my charge," the sandy-haired male growled. "How dare you call any minor by that atrocious term!"
"It just makes it worse for you that you chose to take your temper out on the Heir of the Most Ancient house of Potter, who is engaged to the heir of the Malfoy line," the new dark haired male purred.
"Let's not forget godson and possible heir to the Ancient and Noble house of Black," the sandy-haired man stated with a sadistic grin of pleasure as Aeron fainted.
