Disclaimer:Not mine.

Warnings: Slash. CreatureFic!

Draco nodded, shifting even closer, but didn't say a word.

"I think I need to explain some things about Vyspas to you," Harry decided.

The Vyspa

Draco blinked slowly, registering Harry's words.

"You're a Vyspa, correct?"

"Yes."

"And me- I'm not right?"

"No."

"Hmm."

"I received my inheritance on my seventeenth birthday, as per usual. The problem was that my mate was unavailable to me. Normally, when a Vyspa matures, their mate joins them in a matter of days. You, however, couldn't do that. My wings will probably be coming in sometime this week, they may even wait until we are joined. I'm not certain. There isn't much information known about them. I know that my wings will be strong enough to hold both of our weights, and that they have a soothing effect on my bonded. I've grown substantially, thanks to the inheritance, and my magical knowledge has grown. We both are now natural occlumens and I am a natural legimens."

Draco looks up at him from his place against Harry's chest.

"That's quite a bit. Will it affect us? Will it make me- will it make me want you? Even if I wouldn't?"

Harry tensed, narrowing his eyes at his mate.

"No. My inheritance shows me who my mate is, and gives me the means to protect them. It does not influence either one of our feelings."

Draco nodded in understanding.

"Good. I don't think I could take it if I became even more obsessed with you."

"More obsessed with me?" Harry smirked, "How obsessed with me are you, my Draco?"

The smaller boy blushed, turning his head into Harry's shirt in embarrassment.

"Draco," Harry cooed, "Come out my little dragon."

"Harryyy!"

"Yes?"

"Stop making fun of me!"

"I don't mean it Dray, surely you know that?"

Draco pulled back, scrunching up his nose at him.

"You're adorable."

He scowled.

"I am not adorable!"

"Yes," Harry smirked, pecking him on the nose, "You are. Completely and utterly adorable."

"I am a boy. I am not adorable. Elegant, handsome even, but not adorable."

"No. You are elegant, and more than handsome, but you are also adorable."

"Well you can keep that to yourself. I don't need Weaselbee taking the mickey out of me too."

Harry's kind face morphed into a deathly glare.

"He won't be here for long. I don't like his attitude and don't trust his temper. He is a danger to the group, and more importantly, a danger to you."

"I am not more important than the group Harry, don't be silly."

Harry calmed.

"But you are, dragon. You are more important to me than anything. You have to know that."

"You hated me just last year-"

"No. I never hated you. I've fancied you for nearly two years now, and I only played along to your games."

"I thought you hated me."

"I sincerely apologize for making you think so," Harry said, connected his emerald eyes with Draco's mercury orbs.

Draco leaned up as if for a kiss before quickly moving back down.

Harry smiled, gripping his chin and turning it back up.

"You are always welcome," he assured, kissing him softly.

Draco kissed Harry back for a moment before pulling back to cuddle against him.

Just then, a loud pop got the boys' attention.

"The spy is here Master Harry Potter. He is unwell."

"Thank you Kreacher," Harry acknowledged, standing with Draco still in his arms, "Go make a tray of tea please."

"Yes, sir."

Draco slapped Harry's chest lightly, motioning to be put down, and Harry kissed him once more before obliging.

"Come along," he told him, "I'm sure Severus will enjoy seeing you alive and well."

Draco rushed down the stairs, smiling brightly when he saw his godfather.

"Uncle Sev!"

Severus, as strange as this may sound, actually offered the teen a smile, vanishing the clump of dirty robes in his hands with a wave of his wand.

"Severus!" Harry greeted, "Sit down, why don't you? You must be worn. Kreacher is bringing us tea, and I was just about to start supper. Any news for us?"

The surely man grimaced as he sat, nodding seriously.

"The Dark Lord is in search of something, though I am not certain what. He has made me headmaster, which is good I suppose, though he put Alecto and Amycus Carrow in as teachers, so I don't know what good it will do."

Hermione stepped in from the hall, holding a pain potion in her grasp.

Harry saw the calmness rush back to the potion master's features, though whether it was due to the potion or for Hermione he didn't know.

"You will do wonderful I'm sure," she said to him, unstoppering the potion with a practiced hand, "Transfer as many detentions as you can to Hagrid, schedule as much patrolling as you can to the old teachers, and I suggest you get a message to professor Mcgonnagal as quickly as you can."

He sighed wearily, rubbing his temples with elegant fingers.

"I don't know if I can do this," he whispered, sounding so broken.

Draco dropped to his knees, taking Severus' hand in his own.

"You can, and you will, and you won't be alone. We can win this war."

"Are we expected to sit back and let the death eaters take over?" came a snarl from the doorway, "I can't be expected to not pound at least one of their faces in. Junior death eater scum, and the bat. Disgusting."

Harry's eyes flashed, and before a second had passed, he had Ron's jumper twisted in his knuckles.

"If you say one more word, one. Fucking. Word. I will personally throw you out on your ear. Draco is my mate, and any word against him is against me, you will do well to remember that. They are both here as my guests, and are to be treated with respect. Do you understand me?"

Harry was so close he could count the freckles between Ron's crossed eyes.

"Is that clear, Ronald?!"

The ginger nodded, looking decidedly unhappy.

"Good. Supper will be ready in an hour. Have you decided our first place of camp?"

"I'm still not sure. Will our tent be big enough?" Ron answered shakily.

"There is three bedrooms, Ron."

"You and me together then?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Draco and I will be rooming together."

Ron made a disgusted face and Harry gave a low growl.

"Understood."

Harry scoffed, gripping Draco's hand.

"I'm going to make the chicken, you coming Dray?"

"Yea. I'm coming. See you in a little bit, Severus!"

Harry smiled, pulling Draco into the kitchen behind him.