"I've already told you once Sev, no!" Draco shouted as he saw his godfather come to his room in the Slytherin dormitories. Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He could already feel the headache forming and he hadn't even entered the room.
"Draco, I understand why you don't want to be Potter's mate" Severus started, and put a hand up when Draco was about to speak "However, Potter is dying"
Draco choked on the words that he was going to say "Dying?" He asked softly, and Severus was reminded of when Draco was a child in that moment.
"Yes, he has wrapped himself up in his wings and no one can get him out. He's been in there for 3 days. Do you know what that means, Draco?" Severus asked, and Draco shook his head.
"That means that he has gone 3 days without any food or water whatsoever. He's already skinny enough as it is, Draco. Professor Dumbledore predicts that Potter will die when the clock strikes midnight. We're all surprised that he has lasted this long. Incubi can't live more than 24 hours without their mate"
Draco paled "And the Dark Lord?"
Severus shook his head "We will have to deal with Him ourselves"
"But we stand no chance!" Draco shouted, and Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Incubi can't live without their mate, Draco. It's impossible. If you want any chance of winning this war and not being marked by the Dark Lord, then I suggest that you start to get used to Potter being your mate"
"Is there really no other way? Do I have to be Potter's mate?" Draco asked, looking at Severus expectantly.
Severus nodded, looking at Draco sympathetically "I'm sorry Draco, but it's the only way"
Draco sighed "Alright well where is he?"
"Hospital Wing"
When Draco and Severus went to the Hospital Wing, Draco's breath caught in his throat.
Potter's wings were beautiful.
Without realizing what he was doing, he walked up to the almost still form as if in a trance, and when he was within arm's reach he gently reached out and stroked Potter's wings. Potter gave a violent shudder, and gave a soft whine. Draco came closer to Potter, and put both hands on his wings, gently stroking them. He brushed them aside as gently as possible, and saw Harry with his arms around his knees, head resting on his knees, face deathly pale.
He gently sat on the bed and brushed Harry's hair from his eyes. He saw Harry open his eyes, but it looked like it took him a lot of strength to do so. As he gently carded his fingers through Harry's hair, he heard him coo softly, purring lightly as he was doing so, leaning into his touch.
After a few minutes, Draco stopped, and Harry whined from the loss of contact. Draco placed his hand on the side of his mate's face, stroking it softly, and Harry leaned into the touch.
Already he looked a lot better, Draco noted.
His skin looked less pale, and his breathing had evened up the second he saw Draco. There was some color to his deathly pale cheeks, and his skin was less sweaty.
"M-Mate?" Harry asked tentatively, and Draco nodded, placing a soft kiss on the sweaty raven locks, wrapping his arms around those small shoulders.
"Yes Harry, it's me"
Harry looked up from where he was resting his head on Draco's chest.
"M-Mate wants me?" Harry asked, and his bright emerald eyes were wide and filled with hope.
"Yes Harry, I want you." Draco smiled gently, and Harry reached up to place his hand on Draco's cheek, stroking it softly. Draco's breath caught in his throat as he looked at those eyes that were filled with love and adoration.
All for him.
No one had ever looked at him like that.
Not even his parents.
Perhaps this mate thing could be useful after all, Draco thought, staring at Harry as Harry continued his soft stroking of his face. Harry moved his thumb slowly down Draco' s face until he reached his lips. Harry looked at them for a long time, before finally reaching up at kissing him.
Draco's arms immediately wrapped around his waist, and Harry's arms came around his neck, bringing him closer. The kiss was slow, sweet, and desperate on Harry's part. Perhaps he was trying to believe that all of this was real, Draco thought.
Somehow that tore his heart apart even more.
However, before they could go further, they heard a voice "Well isn't this pleasant?"
Draco jumped and got up out of bed and Harry immediately drew his wings out and wrapped them around Draco, pulling him close to his body.
"Mr. Potter! You shouldn't be up out of bed!" He heard Madam Pomfrey screech, and both he and Professor Snape flinched at the shrill voice, Harry more so because of his sensitive ears. As Madam Pomfrey came closer, he growled violently at her. When she still didn't stop coming towards him, he showed her his fangs and claws.
"Oh please Mr. Potter, I am sure that you would know me enough by now to realize that I'm not going to hurt you"
Harry hissed loudly, and she caught a glimpse of white-blonde hair in those wings.
"Or your mate"
Harry looked at her distrustfully, and heard his mate whisper in his ear.
"Harry, it's okay. She's not going to hurt me" He heard Draco coo to him softly, and Harry turned around to nuzzle his face in Draco's shoulder, giving a light purr when Draco's fingers started to card through his hair. He heard his mate give a soft chuckle at his actions as he buried his face even furhter in Draco's neck, nibbling at it lightly.
"I don't trust her" Harry mumbled softly, pressing his soft lips to Draco's neck, and Draco put his hands on Harry's shoulders, drawing his mouth closer to Harry's ear.
"She won't hurt me Harry" He mumbled, then smirked "Besides, all she knows is healing spells, she can't possibly defeat me"
He sounded smug as he admitted that, and Harry gave a soft chuckle "You're right, Dragon, you can take care of yourself"
His heart gave a leap at the nickname, and Draco smirked again "Thank you for finally admitting that. Now, if you would please remove your head from my robes? They are rather expensive and I wouldn't want to get drool over them"
"You're going to get them dirty anyways"
Draco raised an eyebrow "Do tell how when I keep everything clean"
"When I throw it on the floor and fuck you until tomorrow"
Draco's cheeks turned red, and he lightly smacked Harry's shoulder.
"Don't say that in public!" He hissed out in Harry's ear, and Harry smirked before leaning in closer.
"But we're not in public, are we?" Harry whispered, nipping Draco's earlobe lightly, and Draco was reminded that they were still in Harry's wings.
Where no one could see them.