Harry POV

AN: Okay, might be 2 more NOW, haha. This one got away from me but I didn't want it too long. I guess we'll see. Thanks to everyone who's commented and liked this.

Also, sorry I was late getting it up, I got super busy with life.

For 3 weeks, Harry tried seeing Draco. Draco liked him! As Harry! He had to tell him the truth. That he was his mate. The one he'd been waiting for. He was in such shock after the kiss, he hadn't known what to do. His mind had went so blank that when he came to, Draco was long out of sight or smell.

But...unlike Neville, who with his sweet personality to all and meek behavior, along with his odd friendship with Draco, there was no way for Harry to get to the Slytherin dorms and he shared no classes with Draco, so he couldn't find him.

He sighed, walking next to Ron and Hermoine. Ron had been more distant, probably due to the Ginny situation.

Everyone was gathering out front to go to Hogsmead. Some people were already bunched in their groups or with partners.

Harry scanned the area best he could looking for Draco.

"Potter. Looking for someone?" Harry's ears perked and he turned so fast he almost twisted his ankle.

His eyes widened, seeing Draco in a nice outfit, a Slytherin sweater but a Gryffindor scarf around his neck, drawn tight. Draco looked tired, but didn't seem hostile.

"Uh. Yeah. But, first. Why are you wearing a Gryffindor scarf?" Harry thought it adorable. Though he could feel something was off, Harry wasn't sure what. Draco didn't look in pain. He must just be tired.

Draco blushed a bit but stuck his nose up. "Mine was dirty. Slytherin's don't share so my found sibling Neville let me borrow this. Not that I have to explain anything to you. I just don't want you thinking because of...things that happened, I've went pro Gryffindor."

Harry quirked his lip. "'Found sibling?'" He asked.

He didn't expect Draco to nod. "I'm an only child but I do care for him in a familial way. He explained it's something that happens in some books he's read. It's called "found family". Anyway, Potter, who were you looking for?"

Harry smiled fondly. "You."

He heard Draco's breath hitch. Draco looked down and bit his lip, moving it. "I..." he looked up and his silver eyes held a iron gaze. "I wondered, I mean, unless there's still animosity between us, I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me around Hogsmead? We-we can walk with others but I'm simply asking in case that'd be something you'd like."

"Alright. There's something very important I wanted to talk to you about too. Something I should've had the Gryffindor courage to say." Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

"Wow, the Great Harry Potter, not Gryffindor-like? What would your fans say?" Draco teased.

Harry broke out into a large grin. He missed this. He wanted to tell him as soon as he could, but it seemed Draco read his mind and wanted to enjoy the trip first.

They walked with Ron, Hermoine, Neville and Blaise. The latter two parted on their own after awhile.

Harry was thinking of how he could bring up the topic without outright blurting it out of the blue.

Draco had mostly gotten supplies, like Hermoine.

Standing in one shop, Harry glanced outside to see a shop with crystals and little nick nacks. He wanted to get Draco something.

"Hey, Malfoy. Wanna look around? I think there's some small shops around. Maybe find something new?" He asked, getting the blondes attention.

Harry didn't expect to see Draco's eyes almost light with interest. His ears were straight and tail flicked happily.

"Well, I have what I need. Then I can also keep an eye on you so you don't get into trouble for once." His interest quickly turned to his usual aloof front.

Harry grinned, not seeming to care, and grasped Draco's hand, the other gasping. "P-Potter! I-others will-"

"So we don't get lost. It's busy." Harry made the excuse, continuing to pull a now silenced Draco.

He knew they both must be nervous wrecks, judging by Draco's jittery actions. They went around different places, mostly looking around, relaxing after the initial stress and Harry caught Draco actually enjoying himself.

They came upon a little nook area, selling wood carved items and some jewelry. He noticed Draco staring at some dingy, old looking earrings. They looked to be dirty opals but the colors of red and a lime green were just barely noticeable. Harry went back to looking but kept seeing Draco looking over at them.

He wondered what Draco saw in them. He could have any new or shiny or anything probably worth more. Something like those earrings should've been nothing but trash.

But he kept glancing, like a child wanting a toy.

When Draco wasn't looking, Harry bought them.

It began to get to the time where they all had to head back, so, Harry knew he had to speak with Draco before then.

He startled, feeling Draco grab his hand and signal with his head that they should find a spot, not saying a word.

If this took too long, they could sneak in. Maybe.

Harry felt...calm, as opposed to what he thought. They sat on a hill area, over looking the sky.

It wasn't quite dusk, but the colors began to change from blue to the pinks and oranges. It reminded Harry of that morning. So, taking a deep breath, he moved where his leg was up against Draco's.

Draco stiffened, glancing at Harry from the side.

Harry took a deep breath. "It's a lot like that morning...isn't it? Except, instead of watching the sunrise, it's turning dusk."

He turned his head and saw Draco's eyes blown wide. He opened and closed his mouth over and over. Harry took off his glasses and moved his bangs a bit so Draco could see the many shades of green in his eyes.

He watched as Draco processed it. The furrow and raise of his brows, his lip quivering, the little squeaks and squawks.

Harry's heart was racing so fast it palpitated. Draco wasn't saying anything.

"Draco...please...say something." Harry whispered, as if they weren't alone.

He blushed.

Draco slowly turned more towards him, but Harry wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign. Harry didn't break eye contact.

Draco slowly reached out, like if he touched Harry, he'd vanish.

Harry slowly, almost as if not to spook Draco, turned towards him as well, placing his own rough hand on top of Draco's on the grass.

"You're...Pup? All this..." Draco breathed out, his voice shaking and in a whisper.

Harry was partially waiting for Draco to get upset. He was right because Draco's face went from disbelief to anger and he pushed Harry down harshly before getting on top of him. He sat on Harry's lower stomach, his claws digging into Harry's chest, his sweater protecting him.

Draco wasn't just angry, Harry saw that. He saw hurt there, in those beautiful silver eyes. He didn't blame him.

Harry had over thought, for once, and never told Draco.

"You knew? You knew who I was! Who I fucking was to you! All this time! Since when? When did you realize it was me?" Draco's jaw was clenched.

Harry didn't turn away. "Since our first train ride. I'd...I'd know it was you anywhere. Sorry, Draco. It took me so long to find you. Then even longer to tell you." He still whispered.

Draco lifted his hand like he was going to claw Harry's face, but he halted, his body shaking. Harry's eyes widened at the tears beginning to form.

Draco's breathing was labored and he pounded his fists against Harry's chest.

"I waited...I...hoped. I fought off those who wanted to go over it. It was the only thing tying me to you! I thought...I thought you didn't want me anymore...since you weren't dead. Fuck, I didn't even know if you were alive or dead until I was taught I would've felt if you were. That thought, I wasn't sure if that made it better or worse."

Draco's voice hitched at the end and Harry reached his hands up, cupping Draco's wet cheeks and pulling himself up to try his best to nuzzle Draco's face.

"No, no, no! Draco, never. I've loved you then and these years, though they've been...difficult...have only made my affection to you grow. At first, I was so worried you were mad. That you hated me. Then I realized you didn't know. Then you were so angry. I...I didn't know angry Draco." Harry looked to Draco's hands. They were clenched so tight his knuckles were as white as bone.

"I'm sorry." His lip wobbled, his eyes filled with guilt and regret.

Harry's eyes widened, eyebrows going to his hair. "Why're you sorry? I'm the one who knew but never told you. I'm honestly surprised you haven't scratched my face off yet." He would've laughed, but Draco's face held such remorse, Harry asked.

"Why're you sorry?" His voice held a somber tone.

The tears still streamed down Draco's face. He shakily loosened the Gryffindor scarf, revealing bandages on his neck.

He gulped, his breath shuddering.

"If I'd known...if I'd known Harry Potter was Pup...just. Hold on."

Harry's eyes widened in concern when he saw Draco unravel the bandages. He didn't have to be right behind Draco to see the still bloody gashes against his neck.

Harry gulped, guilt like a icy stone through his body. "Why did you?"

Was all he could ask. It broke him that Draco did it, but he wouldn't fault him.

Draco hesitated, like he was about to touch it, but then remembered. "I thought I ended up moving on. I fell for Harry Potter. I was wracked with such anguish over it! I felt like I was betraying Pup. But he wasn't there. Or so I..."

Harry leaned back up, moving where he was sitting with Draco oddly in his lap. He placed his hands on Draco's hips, to keep him there. "Do you want me to use a spell to heal it?"

Draco let out a chuckle. "I'm not sure about letting a wand that close to my neck." His voice was still watery, but Draco seemed to be calming enough to sound like himself.

Harry nuzzled and rubbed his face gently against Draco's. "Trust me?" He whispered.

It was getting darker.

He wasn't surprised when Draco hesitated. He gulped. There was some silence as neither knew what to do. There was so little and so much more.

Draco turned, tilting his head so Harry could see. "If this is a game, Potter. I swear you will-" he cut off when Harry kissed the back of his head.

"Vulnera Sanentur." Harry whispered, using his fingers as they hovered over the wound.

He didn't need to use a wand.

Draco's body shivered from the magic. The large gashes vanished to silver scars, barely noticeable.

Harry nosed Draco's neck, the began giving him a mix of feather light and pecks of kisses against the scars and even where neck met shoulder, where he could get to at least..

"H-Harry, what are-" Draco gasped, his neck sensitive.

Without moving his mouth away too much, Harry spoke against his skin. "Don't worry. I'm just letting you know that it's okay."

Draco slowly moved in Harry's grasp, the other not wanting to let go now that he had a hold.

"I know it is, but...still, why? I erased your Claim."

Harry had a gut feeling it wasn't just about the Claim. Draco was being unusually vulnerable.

Harry looked across Draco's face for a sign. It was usually hard, it still was.

'He said he fought everyone off.'

Harry looked into the silver depths he loved.

'Oh.'

Harry smiled fondly. "You mean so much more than a Claim, Draco. Silly ferret, you're so much more. Here." Harry had an idea and he took out the old earrings. Draco would have to pierce his ears or take the gem out and make something.

They were in a small, worn box.

He saw Draco's eyes widen, he gasped at seeing the earrings.

"I saw you kept looking at it. Might have to spiffy it but-" He halted at seeing large tears fall from Draco's eyes.

"I'm fine." Draco croaked, realizing he was even crying.

He obviously wasn't. He wiped at the tears that wouldn't stop.

Harry moved them, Draco trying to dry his tears more, thinking they were leaving. They should. But Harry was known to break the rules. He moved them where he could fully embrace Draco in his arms, allowing him to either dry the tears or let them come.

Harry put up a silencing charm around them as Draco began to wail and bawl. He didn't blabber or try and say why he was crying. So Harry rubbed his back, whispering loving words.

Besides, he wasn't going anywhere.

They should've been back at least a couple hours ago. Draco's eyes were getting more normal, embarrassed he bawled, it was obvious. Harry did enjoy he kept the box in his hand. Well...in the hand not holding Harry's.

"Draco?" Harry called. The blonde looked to him, arching a brow of confusion.

"Can I kiss you?"

Draco's eyes widened and he snorted, starting to laugh. Harry raised a brow, not sure what was funny.

Draco's eyes were crinkled with amusement. "I'm not sure, can you, Potter?"

Harry smirked. "Are you trying to lecture me on grammar, Malfoy?"

Draco frowned. "Harry?"

Harry stopped, as Draco had. "Yes?"

Draco was still grinning, this one more genuine. "I-uh...Never mind. It's nothing."

Harry doubted that. If Draco was anything, it was an over thinker. He was about to bring it up too, but then Draco looked at him with those piercing eyes again. He got close. "Put up that invisibility charm, Potter."

Though confused, Harry complied. He had his wand in his pocket, but he'd forgotten it was there. Draco watched him use his hands to put the spell up, the magic moving into the air from his fingertips. The air around them felt shifted.

Draco's eyes widened as it seemed something had dawned on him.

"You're a Bear-type." He took a deep breath.

Harry looked at him confused. "I know it's rare to see one, but-" Harry began.

He knew in his birth parent's time some purists began to eliminate his type. Some made it, but now they have to hide or disguise themselves. His birth parents were part of it, having been targeted, but that's about all he knew.

His Pop and Dad had decided to tell him the truth when they felt he was old enough . That had been at around 10. They gave him his name then too. Not 'Harry' but the last name.

Draco grabbed his sweater, getting in Harry's face which startled him. His silver eyes looked pleadingly at him, begging. "I don't care that you are one. You're still Harry to me. But please. I don't care if you have to take the extra caution to change your ears or make yourself have a tail for the day. When the parents come, Harry, stay away from the Malfoys."

Harry looked at him confused. All he knew about Draco's family was they were rich, strict with status and were prudes and they gave him the beautiful Draco.

"Why?"

Draco was suddenly acting odd.

Draco placed his head against Harry's chest. "I can't lose you. Not again and not for permanent."

Harry felt the cold get him. "What?"

Draco sighed. "The Malfoy family is part of the group of genocidal purists. It was before I was born and it's died down. But I'm scared, Harry. You're not just a bear, you're the one who had gotten in their way for years. So Harry..."

Harry didn't want to hear more and so, to stop the sad look on Draco's face and prove to him as long as Draco wasn't a part of it then he'd love him (it'd break his heart if he was. He didn't want to be Draco's enemy again), Harry grasped Draco's head gently in his large hands and kissed him. He kept his lips against Draco's and deepened it when Draco gasped.

Draco put his hands over Harry's and went along with Harry's languid pace, trying to copy his movements.

Harry could feel the heat from the blush on both their faces.

When he reluctantly pulled away, knowing they really should get back, Draco's face was red. All of it.

Harry chuckled at the starry look in his eyes.

When they made it and snuck inside, ending up where they'd have to part, Draco got a glint in his eyes and looked around, trying to spot or hear anyone.

Harry was about to ask until Draco turned to him with a rotten grin.

Harry felt nervous. Draco could be unpredictable at times.

Draco went over, grabbed Harry's face and pulled him down fast to make a long lick horizontally across Harry's mouth. It was rough and a bit sand-papery, but before Harry could do anything, do it back or kiss him properly, Draco pulled away, skidding back fast so Harry couldn't grab him.

"Goodnight Potter. We shall see if we get in trouble, tomorrow." Draco broke out in a large, teeth showing grin and with a pivot of his heel, his tail flicking happily, Draco turned and left.

Harry could've sworn he heard Draco humming. He wiped his mouth, surprised at how little wet it was.

He grinned like a fool, walking back to the Gryffindor common rooms. He hadn't been this happy since he and Draco were kids. Draco seemed the same, judging by the grin he had.

Harry curled into bed after getting changed and figured he'd worry about things later. He was too happy to care.