Sorry for the mishap with the chapters. It has been fixed. There was a mistake. Ch3 was never supposed to be posted, Ch4 was what Ch.3 was supposed to be. Reading through now, should be all well.
When they walked in, Harry lifted Draco by the hips onto the counter next to the cooker, bringing a startled yelp from the smaller boy.
"I wanted to tell you," Harry said seriously, "that this isn't going to be as easy as it should be. Usually, after finding the mate, I would get three months to formally court you. We wouldn't have to worry about anything but each other, but this isn't how it's going to be."
Harry sighed, bracing himself on either side of Draco, pressing there foreheads together.
"We're being hunted. We're being hunted by a madman and his cronies and I will try to keep us safe, Draco, I might not be able to, and I need to know: are you sure about this? Are you certain you are willing to try to struggle through a courtship while we both may not live until next Monday? Are you okay with the idea of living in a tent with me, of sharing my room? Normally, it wouldn't be like this. I would be able to buy you nice things and take you fancy places, but I can't. I'm just trying to stay alive right now. We're fighting a war, and I need to know if you can do both. Can you help me fight this war and be my mate at the same time, or do I need to hide you away? Do I need to distance myself, at least until this war is done?"
Draco shook his head, linking his hands around Harry's neck.
"Don't be stupid," he whispered, "During a war is when we need love the most. I'm ready to help you, Harry."
He smiled, "And you really want to court me?"
Harry chuckled, dropping a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Yes, I do. I want to court you. A typical Vyspra courting lasts only three months, because you know it will work out. It's just so your comfortable with one another before becoming intimate."
At the last word Draco froze, averting his eyes from Harry's.
"I-I'm not so sure- you know- when I'll- I'll want to- you know."
Harry tightened his hands on Draco's thighs, squeezing slightly before nuzzling at his neck.
"I will wait, Dray. We don't need to rush into things. The courtship is already faster than normal, no need to push things along even more."
Draco sniffed, "I just don't want to be a bother. It's not fair to you, for you to have to wait."
Harry tugged him closer, rocking them side to side as he enjoyed the simple feel of him.
"I don't mind. I'm sure we will be okay. Just know that I'm not going to hurt you. When we make love for the first time, it will be slow, and tender. I will worship your body like you deserve, and you will drowning in so much pleasure, that every thought but of the sensations I'm bringing you will flee."
Draco bit his lip, swallowing a moan.
Harry dropped his voice to Draco's ear, lips brushing at the shell.
"I will have you swimming in ecstasy. Your only thoughts will be harder and faster. You're going to feel like your floating. Like every nerve in this delicious little body of yours is on fire in the most pleasantest of ways."
Draco whimpered then, burrowing his head in Harry's shoulder to muffle the noise. Harry pressed closer, feeling Draco's arousal through his jeans.
"I know you aren't ready for everything, dragon," Harry said, "but that doesn't mean I can't bring you pleasure other ways. Not now, but soon."
Draco took a deep breath, reluctantly pushing Harry away.
"Get to cooking," he said, his voice embarrassingly husky.
Harry chuckled, dropping a kiss on his forehead.
"Hungry are we?"
Harry woke the next morning with Draco tucked into him, breathing puffs of air against his chest. They had fallen asleep talking, not bothering to separate into their beds.
He thought of Dumbledore, and the time that had passed since he had last heard from him. He was in hiding, doing research and fading away. His death would come soon, as the curse was spreading fast.
He slid out of bed, walking down the hall to see if he could talk to Kreacher before anyone awoke.
"Kreacher," He called.
The elf popped into existence, bowing low before his master.
"You called Master Harry Potter Sir?"
"You said you no longer had the locket, correct?"
The elf started wringing his hands, still upset at not being able to provide his master with what he wanted.
"Yes, sir. I am sorry sir."
"Can you go get the man that took it, and bring him here?"
"Yes I cans Master Sir! I can do that!"
"You do that," Harry ordered not unkindly, "and then I'll want to speak with him."
Just as the elf popped away, a ruffled Draco shuffled out of their room.
"Harry?"
Harry moved toward him, stopping just a step away.
"Morning, Dray. Want breakfast?"
Draco yawned, lifting his arms like a child.
Harry chuckled, lifting him up to carry him to the kitchen.
"Is there a reason you don't want to walk?"
Draco scowled, looking more like the boy we all know a love.
"The floor is cold, and I forgot to pack socks."
Harry sat him down on the table, grabbing some bacon from the cabinet and finding himself amazed that magic had kept it cold no matter how many times he had seen it.
"You can wear mine. I'll have Kreacher grab some next time he's out."
Draco pouted.
"'M tired. Why'd you get up?"
Harry made their plates, casting a warming charm on the leftovers for Hermione and Ron.
"I was thinking. I sent Kreacher out to get Mundungus so I could ask him a few questions, and we have a meeting with Minerva today. Dumbles won't be happy when he realizes we've told her everything."
"Why not?"
"He prefers to manipulate everyone into doing what they're supposed to, I prefer to tell them what they need to do."
"Oh."
"He's a good man, he is, he just needs to learn how to handle things without controlling everyone."
A loud whoosh sound drew Harry's attention to the drawing room.
"Name?"
"Minerva McGonnagal."
The stern looking woman entered the room, surprised slightly to find her self facing a wand.
"Proof?" Draco asked.
She looked even more surprised at Draco's presence, but she transformed into her tabby form anyways.
"Accepted."
Harry looked over his shoulder at the boy, pecking his nose.
"You're getting the hang of things quickly."
Draco smiled, examining his nails with false aloofness.
"Slytherin trait; adapting to your surroundings," he drawled.
Harry laughed, mussing the blonde hair more that it already was before once again turning to his professor.
"I see Severus has spoken with you?"
"Professor Snape," she corrected.
"I am no longer a student."
She nodded, "No, I suppose you aren't. I still expect a polite Ma'am, or Ms. McGonagall, however."
Harry smirked, "I wouldn't expect anything less."
"So it's true. He's alive?"
Harry gave a weary sigh, "Not for long. He has a few things he needs to put in order before he will welcome death with open arms."
Minerva wiped a lone tear from her eye, "He always said death was but the next great adventure."
Draco frowned at the maudlin subject, brightening when he saw another person enter.
"Want some breakfast, Hermione?"
Everyone turned to look at him, except Harry, who was fixing the girl a plate.
"What?"
Hermione threw her hair into a messy ponytail, nodding to the professor in greeting.
"Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?"
Harry snorted into his morning coffee, giving Draco's shoulder a small squeeze.
"Still him 'Mione."
"Are you certain?"
Draco sneered, "I am right here you know? I can be civilized."
Harry pulled the boy into his lap, kissing his mop of hair.
"Of course you can, love."
Minerva cocked her head to the side.
"I didn't realize you two were an item?"
Harry smiled.
"I didn't either, until about a month ago, when my creature inheritance told me we were basically perfect."
Draco frowned at him.
Harry nuzzled his ear.
"Of course, I liked you before that, Dray. I just didn't think you would like me, until my inheritance let me know your soul belonged with mine."
Ron, who had just entered, made a gagging noise, while Hermione cooed.
A crash from the hall called all their attention from the subject though.
"Ah," Harry smiled, clasping his hands together, "Dung has come for a visit. Shall we?"