Draco POV

AN: There will be one more chapter. It's more of an epilogue though. Just letting you guys know.

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The moment Draco could, he used a spell to clean up the earrings. He knew they were dingy but upon looking at the opal's shine, he knew he was right. The red and green were light and gleaned in different areas depending on the light. There was a gold ring around the opal itself then on the outer edge it was silver. Though when it was old looking it looked like a rusting worthless piece.

Draco knew he couldn't stop smiling. Professor Lupin had been right. Harry would be understanding. He couldn't believe he cried so much.

'How utterly embarrassing.' He whined.

He used a spell to make it where the earrings would go in easily. He wasn't even sure why these ones. He just...liked them.

They did remind him of himself and Harry. Maybe it was the colors or that he knew how gorgeous they'd be once polished.

Draco sighed when he got to his bed. He paused though when he pulled back the covers and got wrapped in.

It was strange, the feeling that had consumed him for years, was lifted. He didn't feel torn because the two he'd felt for was actually one person. He deadpanned. Really, if he'd ever seen other bear-types he could have MAYBE pieced it together.

He grinned so hard it hurt. He didn't have to worry anymore. Harry loved him. He kissed him! Draco had never been kissed before. It seemed Harry hadn't either, which was a reassurance because it backed up what Harry said. Or so to Draco that's what it seemed.

Even if they got in trouble the next day, he wouldn't regret it for the world.

There was that petty bitch part of him that knew he'd get some sort of revenge on Harry for keeping it from him for 5 years.

Harry would rue and learn from this mistake. He would learn to never hide shit like that from Draco again!

Draco huffed, falling asleep to happy fantasies and memories of earlier that day along with revenge schemes playing in his head.

The week passed by with stolen kisses and secret glances since it was busy, everyone doing projects and bustling about to get ready for their parents coming during the weekend.

He wondered who Harry's adoptive parents were? He hoped they'd like him. Did they know of his past with Draco?

His own parents would be there too. He sighed.

Draco still wasn't sure what to do about his parents. Now that he crossed "Pup's" Claim off, he knew they'd be more relentless.

Now that he found Harry, more like he found Draco, Draco didn't ever want to let go. He knew that was childish and clingy but his instincts screamed to not be separated again. He's not sure he could do that pain a second time.

He zoned out at the breakfast table as some Slytherins talked about their parents wedding rings, how they used a ruby. He's not sure why that thought stuck.

He was able to steal Harry for a bit before Harry left for DADA. He just wanted one kiss. He'd been so stressed about what to do or how his parents would react, seeing him again but with no Claim, all he wanted was some sort of anchor.

Harry caught on quick, though he did ask why Draco's brows had worry lines all week.

Huffing, Draco fixed Harry an unimpressed face and pulled him for a kiss. He was getting more used to them, but also wasn't.

Draco didn't think about it and when he was kissing Harry, he swiped his tongue against Harry's lips, causing the other to growl in his throat and deepen the kiss. Draco could feel the blush past the tips of his hair.

He pulled away, realizing Harry had locked his hands around Draco's waist. He nipped Harry's lips, causing Harry to blush.

Pulling away and out of Harry's grip, it being strong even without any force, he looked at Harry with a wicked gleam, but it faded when he looked past Harry's glasses and looked at his green eyes. They were filled with such love and adoration, Draco could hardly believe it was directed at himself.

'I wonder if he still sleeps like he used to?' He wondered, curious since a picture came into his head of waking up in Harry's arms like when they were kids. Warm, safe.

He startled, feeling a rough hand gently rub against his cheek. He must've got lost in his head. When he looked to Harry again, there was that fond look again.

"What are you thinking?" Harry asked.

Draco grinned, eyes crinkled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Draco remembered what the Slytherin girl had said and an idea came to mind. He took out one earring, Harry watching him in confusion. "Lean down." He commanded.

Harry, for some reason, probably curiosity, listened.

Draco whispered something against the earring and without asking, put it through one of Harry's ears. His were thicker than Draco's.

Harry let out a hiss. "Why did you do that?"

He didn't reach to remove it though.

Draco smiled wickedly. "I'm seeing how daft you can be. Maybe I'll tell you if you're good."

Harry bit his lip, obviously keeping back some sort of retort. It must've been bad if he was holding back.

He knew if he kept Harry there any longer, he'd be late. So with a pat to Harry's cheek, Draco left first.

Early Friday morning was when the parents began to show. They were sitting next to each other still from breakfast, Draco having swapped Neville for the morning, when the Weasley parents arrived as they were dispersing.

They greeted their kids and Harry got up to hug them as well. Draco stiffened in surprise though, when Harry dragged him over.

"Molly. Arthur, this is Draco Malfoy. I promise he isn't like his parents...anymore. He's very important to me so I wanted to introduce you guys formally." Harry added the 'anymore' bit because that was a bold faced lie otherwise.

Draco took a deep breath, obviously nervous, he outstretched his hand. He was not on good terms with their only daughter and even the youngest son tended to snark back at him. But...they were important to Harry, so Draco wanted to make amends.

"Draco, please. I would also like to...apologize to you for the aggression I've shown to your family. Mostly. Some of the aggression was warranted I promise."

Draco's heart was in his throat. He knew his tail must be showing his nerves. Harry's hand on his lower back was not as comforting as he'd hoped.

They both fixed him a long look until Mrs. Weasley came over closer and began poking him, prodding his torso, and clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Draco looked to Harry in alarm and he saw not only Harry, but Mr. Weasley were snickering, Harry specifically having a happy look on his face.

"You're skin and bone, child! Are you not feeding him right, Harry dear?" She put her hands on her hips.

Draco's eyes widened. "Uh, yes-I mean...Harry takes care of me." He blushed, not used to being near a motherly figure that was motherly.

It was also a bit scary.

She gave a skeptical look. "If you say. Harry, where's your fathers?"

Harry was still laughing. "Dad isn't here yet, but Pop is getting his classroom ready."

Draco had to process. He knew Harry's Pop? When they were kids, when Draco asked him what he was, Harry had said he was either a wolf or a dog. The only wolf that worked here was Professor Lupin and no dogs worked there...

He grabbed Harry's ear, the other letting out an "ow".

"Harry, is Professor Lupin your Pop?" Draco asked sweetly. He'd rather be safe than sorry, but he was sure.

"Yes." Harry said like it was obvious.

Draco raised a brow. "Does he know of our past? Or who I was?"

Harry looked away guiltily and that's all Draco needed.

So Professor Lupin was Harry's Pop and he'd pretty much confessed A LOT to him.

Draco knew it. You can't trust anyone.

He was brought out by seeing Harry's hands twitch, like he wanted to do something but didn't. Harry's hesitance made Draco get an idea. He kept his hand pinching Harry's ear. He was going to see how long he could get away with it.

During the visiting, Harry had tried continuing as normal, which was amusing to Draco to watch.

After everyone had dispersed and it was Harry and Draco alone for a moment again, both having moved to a empty corridor (curtesy of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking and walking) Harry suddenly, in one movement, gripped Draco around his waist and lifting his head out of Draco's grasp, face flushed and he gave Draco an open mouthed kiss on the side of his neck.

Suddenly being in Harry's arms, held up against him by strong arms then his hot breath and rough lips against his sensitive neck, had heat flare through his body, suddenly dizzy, and he knew he was blushing.

"Harry!" Draco hissed, though it came out more of a gasp.

"Revenge." Was all Harry said before he pulled away, much to Draco's disappointment and relief.

They decided since Draco's parents weren't there yet, they'd meet up and see Harry's. Draco had yet to meet "Dad", though he wished Professor Lupin could've met him on better terms than "a student with a Claim that needs help".

When they entered the classroom, Draco saw a black dog with shoulder length black hair, messing with Lupin's ears. They were chatting about something the black dog had done and was trying to get out of.

"Ohh, this is the idiot Sirius." Draco had blurted without thinking, then covered his mouth with an "oops".

He heard Harry begin to snicker beside him again. He didn't understand what was so funny.

Sirius looked over and grinned widely. Very similar to Harry. "Ah! This must be Draco. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He went over and held out his hand. Draco shook it.

"Right. I can...kind of say the same." Draco found it easy to smile. "Harry would talk about his "Pop" and "Dad" often. Then I head Professor Lupin speak to you over the phone."

Sirius' eyes widened then he smiled wider. "My family talks to you about me?" He released Draco, who just stood a bit awkwardly.

Draco tilted his head. "No, I just overheard and Harry was 7 at the time."

Lupin chuckled. "Well, how about before other students and parents show up, I give you both chocolate to get you through the day?" He handed them chocolate and Draco wasn't sure what to think. He knew Lupin ate it usually to help him with mood or body pain he'd get occasionally.

They chatted and Harry ate his chocolate in a few bites while Draco nibbled his. He didn't care much for sweets. Only when Harry and Lupin got into some sort of banter, did Draco realize how at "home" he felt. Even without Harry's mark, they acted as if he was Harry's. As if he belonged there. Like he was part of their family.

"What are you thinking about, Draco?" Sirius asked. He had looked over, ignoring whatever debate Harry and Lupin were gettin into.

Draco looked over. He felt his heart clench. "Just...why do you guys accept me? I crossed out Harry's mark. You don't have to like me anymore."

"Well...Moony likes you, so there's one point for me to get to know you. Two, Harry loves you. Has since he was 7 years old. And you know, it took you almost 10 years to choose to move on from a love you knew so little of, so, I think you're good for Harry. You're enough for us, I think, if you'll have us." Sirius said as he laid a hand on Draco's head and smiled.

Draco looked to Sirius with awe. No wonder, Harry was so loving despite his real parents being dead. No. Not his real parents. His birth parents.

Draco smiled, he felt happy to know these people.

Draco was in the best of spirits after they left Harry's parents. Harry was talking about Quidditch. That made Draco think. He had to support his own house, but he loved Harry, so he wanted to support him too.

"What if...when you aren't playing against Slytherin, then I'll root for you?"

Harry looked almost hurt. "What? No way. The great and proud Draco Malfoy, supporting a Gryffindor? What would the world think?"

Draco couldn't help the grin and even bit his lip. "Who said the world would be able to see?"

Harry raised a brow, obviously curious. "Why?"

Draco didn't say, when he reached up to rub Harry's ear, the one with the earring. Harry grinned at him anyway.

Draco got on his toes and kissed Harry then. He heard Harry chuckle against it, but neither could relax in their bubble before Draco heard a voice. One he was dreading, turning his veins from a nice heat to shocking ice.

"Draco. I'm disgusted. You don't greet us when we arrive and instead you're kissing a male. Must you be a disappointment even when away from home? Is this what our line has come to? With A..." his father stopped to observe what Harry was, and Draco realized. He didn't make Harry disguise himself! He began to panic.

His father's eyes widened slightly, shocked obviously. "A Bear-type? That explains a lot regarding your disgusting Claim. So this is the brute you've chosen? Really, Draco...I thought you were smarter than this. Come, we have your professors to speak with among other topics of interest. Now."

His father's voice held a finality to his tone.

From where he was next to Harry, he could feel the growl vibrating in him. Harry was about to do something reckless.

He saw how his father held his want in his sleeve.

Draco put his hand on Harry's chest.

"I'll be back later. You have other professors to see as well right?"

Harry grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Draco. You don't have to."

Draco knew what he was saying. He smiled, this one forced. "It's just our professors, Harry. You should worry about yourself."

Draco let go, getting his grip from Harry's.

He walked to his father and they walked to meet his mother.

There was some silence, the rage building in Draco's chest. He had known what his father would've done. The Malfoy's knew a spell, curse, whatever it's called, to get past a Bear's magic and kill them the moment the spell was released.

If Draco hadn't complied, he knew his father...he would've killed Harry.

It wouldn't have been that his father would get arrested for it. The damage would've been done and Draco would've lost the one he's loved for years.

Without turning to his father, Draco spoke, his voice low and serious. "Don't you dare ever even think about doing that again. I don't care if I'd have to reveal all the Malfoy family secrets to the media and ruin you and I along with it."

He heard his father scoff. "You'd throw away everything you have for a stupid Gryffindor? Draco, you're just being stubborn now. We'll find you a nice female and your Claim induced infatuation would be gone."

Draco stopped. "It's not a Claim induced infatuation. I've loved Harry for years. It's not just me being stubborn."

Years of pent up anger coursed through his veins, fueling the fire in his throat, his heart beating wildly with adrenaline of what he was about to say. "You wouldn't know love if it was the Wizarding world's worth of money. I know the family secrets! Even the ones of our extended family. Aunty told me. Yes, I was young and little but do you know WHY I fucking remember it? I remember clear as that day what this family has done! All for status, power, and money!"

"Draco, watch. Your. Tone." His father's voice hissed.

Draco turned to his father, his hackles raised and he barred his teeth. He had wanted to be civil about this, but something had been unleashed and Draco couldn't stop it. "I will NOT! If you hurt anyone I have learned to love and care for, I assure you, all the media and all the world will know who it was EXACTLY who killed the Potters that night. How they died and what spells were used to clean it up, leaving their only child orphaned. Then, how they went on their merry way, leaving a baby to starve or hurt itself! All the media will know what families were responsible for the largest crimes of the century including genocide! Not to mention what level of forced Claims had happened to people who were too fucking stubborn to just be married off! These are only the tip of what I know has happened through the years! Y-" Draco halted at the wand to his throat.

"You are no better, Draco. I was too lenient with you. So learn your place quickly." His father hissed.

Draco began to laugh. It wasn't the lighthearted laugh of joy he'd shared with his friends and Harry. "What are you going to do? Force Claim me to some toxic, manipulative bitch? Someone who just wants the benefits to my price? You and mother can go fuck Hippogryphs!," Draco grasped his father's wand, similar to Harry with Ginny's, "I am DONE being a Malfoy! No more! I will find a new last name but till then I am Draco! Burn my things back at that lonely, cold mansion! Everything I need or want is here! I am no longer your child so you both can leave this castle."

Draco was shaking. He just did it. He threw away everything he knew. But he wouldn't take back the words.

His father removed his wand and with a flare of his cloak, smirked when he turned. "We'll see how long it will take you to come back."

Draco almost collapsed onto his knees, but instead, he needed Harry. He was about to breakdown. He knew it.

He ran. He ran up and down the halls and corridors, unsure which professors Harry went to see first.

His lungs felt like they were going to burst when he spotted him. He could already feel the lump in his throat.

"H-Harry!"

Harry turned, confused until his eyes widened in alarm. Draco crashed into him, burying his face in his collarbone and wrapping his arms tightly around Harry's middle. His breathing shuddered but he was already feeling better, just by holding onto Harry. "I did it."

Harry held him close with one hand. "Did what?"

Draco choked. He began to laugh again, more so in relieved hysterics. "I...I'm not a Malfoy anymore! I-Harry I...I threw away that name. I'm not a Malfoy anymore and I told it to my-to Lucious' face! Oh Salazar, what have I done? I can't ever go back. I just disowned myself. I'm going to have to talk to the headmaster about living here. I have nowhere else. I was just so mad at him and-"

His emotions began to swap around each other. Harry chuckled, for some reason finding this amusing.

Harry pulled Draco's head up and gave him a gentle kiss, one Draco melted into. His body began to relax, along with his adrenaline. "Calm down, Draco. All I got from that was you said you didn't want to be a Malfoy?" He couldn't believe it.

Draco nodded, he wanted a kiss again. "Among other things, but yes. Now I don't know where to go. I'm not taking it back. He crossed a line when it came to you all."

Harry hummed, probably trying to help think of a solution as well.

'My name is Pup. Pup Black-Lupin!' Draco's eyes flew open. He remembered.

Draco chuckled nervously and looked up with adoring eyes at Harry. "Do you think your parents would mind if I stole their last name? I mean...I WAS the mate of Pup Black-Lupin." He looked at Harry with big eyes.

Harry looked shocked at first, but he grinned large, revealing his giant canines. "They love you anyway, what's new with you taking their names?"

Draco thought. Harry definitely hadn't figured out the earring meaning. "Harry...do you know why I put that earring in your ear?"

Harry tilted his head, unsure where this was going. He shook his head. "Not really. I mean, they're your's."

'Of course.' Draco smiled, all his worries and nerves melting away for the moment. He reached and held Harry's face in his hands and kissed him softly, keeping it there for a moment. He pulled away and giggled at Harry's starry eyes. "It wouldn't have felt right for me to Claim you like you did me. At least, not yet. It's more of...a promise, I suppose." Draco was suddenly nervous. "Then, as long as we wear these, we'll know we...belong. And-and if one day, we do...I just don't feel right taking the Potter name. Not with my past. Was I...was I too arrogant to assume?"

Draco rarely felt this unsure. It felt right to do, to him, but maybe it wasn't that with Harry?

Draco squeaked as he was lifted into the air and twirled around by Harry, who was laughing happily. Harry set him down, but didn't give him a chance to ask, when he gripped Draco's head roughly in his hands and kissed him like he grabbed him. It was hard and rough but Harry let out a happy and pleased noise from his throat.

Draco couldn't help but submit to it. He clenched onto Harry, kissing him back.

They pulled away when they heard someone clear their throat and then some snickers and giggles.

It was their friends. Neville and Hermoine were laughing, a "told you so" look on their faces. Luna smiled happily though looked like this was an old occurrence. Blaise had taken pictures and Pansy hid her snicker behind her hand. He heard Professor Lupin call down the hall, wondering what the commotion was.

Sirius began tormenting Harry, who let go of Draco and began arguing with his Dad.

Draco thought Harry letting him go would feel cold. It was chillier, but he knew it from the corridors themselves.

He looked and saw his friends and even though the group that loved him was small, he wouldn't have it any other way.

This was the most wanted he had felt all his life.

He trotted over to the group, egging Sirius on in an attempt to rile Harry more. It was fine, he'd ask Harry for another dance later.

The picture in his head, of loved ones and Harry around him, it only changed to give each person a face. Draco grinned wide, his heart swelling so much he felt it might burst.

He was Loved.

He was finally...Wanted.