Chapter Four – Friends and Lovers
"Flees!" Harry whispered, walking through the numerous long halls of Malfoy Manor. "Flees what the hell do you think you are doing?"
"This looks expensive!"
"So! It's probably is! Doesn't mean you can steal it!" Harry hissed, watching as Flees pocketed an expensive looking Ming Vase.
"But you're just going to burn the house down anyway! No one will care!"
"I'm not burning this house down!"
"I thought you were! You have for every other Death Eater!"
"Will you be quiet! Someone is going to hear us!"
"Well you started it! If you hadn't turned around, you never would have seen me steal this vase!"
"We don't need the vase anyway!"
"Well we might need some money in the future!"
"Need money? When? When the Black and Potter fortunes runs out?"
"Well yes."
"It won't run out for ages! Anyway, it's not as though I'm not going to work for a living after Hogwarts!"
"As what! Plus it's not as though Lucifer will allow that!"
"He won't find out!"
"He might!"
"He doesn't even know who I am! He has no idea that I am his Grandson!" The volumes of both Silent Killers had been steadily rising as the argument went on, but no one seemed to have noticed.
"Um! Smokey."
"What?"
"Noticed anything?"
"No what?"
"Well, we've been shouting at the top of our voices now for a while and no one has come to investigate." Flees pointed out, making Harry stop in what he was about to say and look about wearily.
"Do you think they are waiting for the opportune moment then they will jump us?"
"Jump us? What do you think this is? Miami Vice?"
"OH shut up. Now will you stop touching things! You know you leave DNA everywhere! We don't want to be caught!"
"Okay a coupld of things wrong with that statement. One. I'm an Anthrofeline. I don't think they have my DNA on file. Two. DNA isn't left after a fire. And three. These people are Wizards! Do you honestly believe that they have any way of finding DNA? Do you think they even know what DNA is?"
"Yes well, you never know. They could have watched some CSI or something." Harry said, looking around him shiftily.
"Oh for gods sake. I think if they were going to ambush us or something, they would have done by now. As for the Malfoy's watching a Muggle television show. I think you have been eating far to many jelly beans."
"I don't eat jelly beans. I prefer chocolate frogs."
"Oh yes, because that was the most important thing to pick up on in my little speech."
"Hmph. Well if they aren't about to ambush us, then where the hell are they?"
"Out?"
"But there is someone in the house! I can feel them!"
"What do you mean?" Flees said, frowning at his 'familiar'
"I mean, I can sense that someone is in this house. I can feel their heartbeat!" Harry said, waving his arms around and then apologising sheepishly as he hit Flees round the head.
"Right, well do you know where this presence is? We can find them, kill them, leave a message and then leave."
"It's lower. The floor below us." Harry said, closing his eyes and searching.
"We're on the ground floor." Flees deadpanned, looking at Harry through narrowed eyes.
"Yes, but this is an old house, they might have dungeons or something!"
"Check again to see if you're right. Because there is no dungeon here. You have been reading far too many old novels."
"Oh shut up. Fine. Let me see. Oh."
"Oh?"
"Yes oh."
"What does oh mean?"
"It means that I may have been wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Yes. It seems that my um… sensor was upside down."
"Pardon?"
"Upside down."
"Yes yes I got that. Fine, do you know where the presence is now?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"Next floor up. Corridor to the right."
"Okay let's go then?" Flees said, sighing and rolling his eyes as Harry paused and bit his lip. "Right, we will just search the rooms as we come across them okay?"
"Okay then." Harry agreed nibbling his lip nervously.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I don't know. I just feel a bit nervous."
"Fine. Shall we go, and then when we get back home, we can ask Sal what you are feeling or something."
"Alright. Let's go see what the presence is first." Harry said, nodding firmly and leading Flees down through the corridors.
"Are we there yet?" Flees hissed after a couple of moments of walking around the corridors, searching fruitlessly.
"Yeah. I think so. I don't hear anything though."
"Nope, neither do I. How strange. I can just about hear some shallow breathing but nothing else."
"Shallow breathing? Do you think the person in there is alright?"
"Dunno. I think we should enter and check."
"Okay. After three. One. Two." Flees sighed and pushed open the door slowly, ignoring Harry's spluttered remark of waiting until three because you never know who is in there.
"Shut up will you. The person in here is past harming us. Can you not smell it?" Flees hissed, walking into the dark room. Harry entered the room and hissed, wrinkling his nose.
"What in Gods name is that smell?"
"Blood."
"Ah. Should we help." Harry gasped as he stepped closer to the body on the bed.
"What?"
"He's my mate! Oh my god, what if he hates me! Do I look alright? Oh god, I bet I look awful! I should have gotten more dressed up! Oh no! I didn't know he would be here! Why is he here? What will he think?"
"I think he will think. Shut up for gods sake and help me. But that is just a guess. I could be completely wrong." Flees mentioned, raising an amused eyebrow at the flustered Boy Who Lived.
"Well what should we do?"
"I don't know. Take him with us? Trust you to be the bloody submissive."
"What made you think that?"
"Oh I don't know, the 'What will he think? How do I look? Does my bum look big in this?" Flees said, imitating Harry with a high pitched voice and turning round to look at his behind in his clothes.
"Oh shut up. We need to help him."
"What is he?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is he Wizard, Muggle. What?"
"He's… he's a Demon." Harry said, frowning and walking forward slowly.
"Well, Salazar did say that there would be a couple of Demons left. He may even be a very remote relative or something."
"Ew! My cousin?"
"Yup!" Flees said, smirking at Harry.
"Okay we can have this discussion when we get back. Lets grab him and take him home."
"What about your friends."
"What about them?"
"Well they may think it weird that you have a Demon in your house and that you are waiting on him hand and foot like a good little housewife."
"One. It's none of their business. Two. I can hide him and Three. I am not like a housewife."
"Could have fooled me. Anyway, I'll take him back, you send up the message."
"Okay." Flees walked over to the body on the bed and picked him up gently, whispering nonsense when he groaned in pain. Harry watched him with hawk like eyes until Flees disappeared in a ball of flame. Harry then ran from the room and navigated himself out of the Manor.
Once outside he smirked as he looked around him. Whispered a spell and then sent up a message with the typical mark.
'We look after our own,
Hurt us and we will hurt you!
The Demons will be waiting for payment. Malfoy is a name forever to be tarnished.
You have been warned.
TTFN!!
The Silent Killers'
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Harry ran through the halls of his home, heading for where he sensed his mate. Hoping that Flees had been able to help him. Of course it didn't help that if a Demon lost his or her mate, then they would die themselves.
"Is he going to be alright!" Harry asked, bursting into his own room, where Flees had placed the young Demon on the bed.
"Yep. He had a bit of internal bleeding and was suffering the after effects of a Cruciatus curse, but I have given him the right potions so he should be fine after some sleep. I think Salazar and Phineas want a word with you. I will clean him up and then you can see to him after you have spoken to them." Flees said, actually sounding kind for once.
"Did they say what they wanted?"
"Nope, just told me to tell you to go to them as soon as you got back. They should be in their portraits." Flees told him. Harry nodded and then walked out of the room. Glancing at the blood-covered figure on his bed longingly.
Once again he found himself walking through the corridors of his home, though at a more sedate pace this time and walked into the living room. Walking over to the portraits, he stood in front of them and raised an eyebrow.
"Well? What is so important that I can't see to my mate."
"We needed to speak to you about your mate actually. First off. We heard that you are the submissive." Salazar said. Harry, sensing that this was going to take a while, walked over to one of the loungers and dragged it to face the two portraits and sat on it.
"Yes. Well at least that is what Flees told me."
"Right. Well we saw your mate before he was taken to your room and we know what he is."
"What do you mean? What does this have to do with my being a submissive."
"He's an Ice Demon Harry. This means that, like you, he will have to wear gloves. You will be the only person he can touch without harming and vice versa. We also think that he was the way you found him, because of what he was."
"And?"
"He may reject what he is. Harry, he might reject you."
"What do you mean? How?"
"We know who he is Harry. You may not be able to reject him, even after finding out who he is, because you are the sub, but he can and may reject you."
"What can I do?" Harry asked, voice rising slightly in panic.
"There really isn't anything you can do. Just be patient and help him. He may feel the connection with you and accept you. There is nothing you can do about it in the long run though." Salazar said, sadness showing on his face for the young Fireling. God help this Iceling if he rejected the grandson of Lucifer.
"There is one more thing Harry. If he does accept you. He will be very protective of you. He will accept your friends, but only if they seem to make you happy. He will know if they don't, you won't be able to hide it from him." Phineas said, narrowing his eyes in warning.
"Okay. I won't even bother to try then. I am guessing that he won't like Hermione and Ron then. What about me with his friends."
"You will be able to do the same, you will also be able to tell if they are trustworthy or not."
"How come?" Harry asked, noticing when Phineas looked away and sniggered and Salazar winced.
"Harry. You're the submissive in this relationship. You already know that my mate was a male. How do you think I carried on the Potter line in the wizarding world if I only ever had sexual relations with another man." Harry paled at the implication and stared at the portrait.
"What! How! Why! I'm only seventeen! I don't want children!"
"I know, and your body will not allow you to have children until you mentally and physically believe that you are ready. If you never are, then you will never conceive."
"Okay." Harry said, breathing a sigh of relief. If his body wouldn't let him have a child then he felt a lot better about this. "Is that all you needed to tell me?"
"Yes basically. He will probably need help to control his abilities and I believe you said that Ollivander wanted to see your mate about a wand. But that is all." Salazar said, smiling slightly as he watched Harry nod and then run out of the room to his mate.
"Well I really wish we had a portrait in his room to see his reaction when he finds out who his mate actually is." Phineas said with a grin. Salazar turned to look at him and smiled back.
"I agree. It should be quite amusing."
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"How is he doing now Flees?" Harry asked breathlessly as he ran into his room.
"He's fine. Just sleeping. He will be in perfect health when he wakes up. Just a bit underweight."
"Okay then. Can I see him?" Harry asked, looking at Flees pleadingly.
"Sure. Like I said, he's just asleep."
"Okay then." Harry walked over to the bed and then gasped when he saw the face of his mate.
There lying in his bed, face relaxed in sleep, was the pale face of his school rival. Draco Malfoy. And he was absolutely gorgeous in Harry's mind.
"It's Malfoy." Harry whispered.
"Huh? The guy we are supposed to kill?"
"His son."
"Ah." Flees said, walking over to Harry and changing into a cat. He then jumped on the bed and lay next to the sleeping form of Draco protectively, making Harry smile at him sleepily and then summon a chair next to the bed and sit down on it. As soon as he had gotten comfy, he fell straight into a dreamless sleep.
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Draco shuffled slightly in his sleep, frowning in confusion, as he felt no pain. Stretching carefully, he opened his eyes and then slowly sat up in his bed and looked around him. He was in a dark room, with pale green walls and oak furniture. There was a large black and white cat lying next to him on the bed, which blinked at him slowly and then began to purr as it closed its eyes again.
Draco frowned at it in confusion, wondering why it had started to purr, then shot his head up quickly as he heard someone else in the room. Looking around, he saw someone sleeping on a chair that looked highly uncomfortable.
The person on the chair shifted again, clearly beginning to wake up and Draco watched warily as the person mover their head to face him and began to open his eyes. Draco's widened as he stared into emerald green eyes, speckled with gold. There was only one person he knew with that colour eyes.
"Potter?" Draco asked quietly, tilting his head to the side slightly, making him look even cuter in Harry's eyes.
"Yep." Harry said, yawning and stretching, not noticing as Draco's eyes strayed to look at his stomach as his shirt lifted slightly.
"Where am I?"
"You're currently in my home. I went to your house last night and found you."
"How? Why?"
"Um… well I found you because of what you are. You're an Ice Demon. I'm a Fire Demon. As for why… well.. I suppose you could call me one half of the Silent Killers."
"What? You're a Silent Killer? Why?"
"Because I hate Death Eaters but I really don't want to follow Dumbledore. Anything else you need to know?"
"Why did you help me?"
"Ah. That is because um… oh god. Er… how much do you know about what you are?"
"I found a book in Hogwarts about us. It was pretty gruesome actually. Something about this guy called Lucifer killing all the non demons in his realm. I remember tales being told about Demons as well when I was a child. Being told that they would come and take me away if I was ever too naughty. Guess I was too naughty." Draco said with a weak smile. Harry smiled back kindly and then shifted to sit on the bed next to Draco.
"He was my Grandfather. I'm the 'Lost Heir'. Do you know anything else about him?"
"You're the 'Lost Heir' of the Demon world? That I can remember being told about as a child. You were the one to take naughty children away! Merlin! I really was naughty!" Draco said, half jokingly but also half serious.
"Draco. I won't ever hurt you. But I need to know what else you know before I tell you some things."
"Okay. I don't know why I am trusting you Potter. But I feel like I should. Actually I kind of feel protective about you. Weird huh?"
"Yeah. Weird." Harry said weakly ignoring the suspicious sounding snuffle coming from Flees.
"Well I know that there are different types of Demons. Like Fire and Ice. I'm Ice I think."
"Yeah."
"Well I also know that we have mates or something like that and that is about it."
"Have you tried touching anything, since your birthday?"
"Potter-"
"Harry."
"Fine! Harry, my birthday is June 6th. Do you really think I haven't touched anything. Yes I did, I nearly froze Pans. Since then I began to wear gloves."
"You won't be able to touch anyone or thing except your mate, without those gloves. I have a pair of special gloves that makes it look like you aren't wearing anything if you want them."
"Won't you want them?"
"I have a pair. They are a spare pair that I found in my family vault. Apparently they belonged to the founder of the Potter Family. Salazar."
"Salazar?"
"Yeah."
"I thought Potters were predominantly Light and yet the founder shares a name with one of the darkest wizards in history."
"The Potter's didn't start marrying into Light families until 1916 with my great grandfather, Harry."
"When was your family founded?"
"1616. Well that's when Salazar was born. He moved to the Wizarding world when he was twenty, after he worked out what his Mate was. So I suppose the wizarding side of the family was founded then."
"Ah, so his father was who?"
"Lucifer, Earl and Lord of Tartarus. Makes Voldemort look like a infant school teacher." Harry said with a smirk.
"Wicked Family history Potter. My respect for you has risen."
"Thank you."
"Shame you're not a pureblood."
"I am a pureblood Demon. You are too by the look of you."
"Oh? So back to the topic of Demons. What do I need to know, to find my Mate?"
"You can't sense them?"
"Not really. I never have been able to. It's like they are blocking me."
"Ah. Well besides being able to touch them, they normally complement you. Of course you have the typical Submissive and Dominant of the couple. Normally the female is the Sub and the male the Dom but there are occasionally same gender couples. In which case one if the sub and the other the dom."
"Do you know who your mate is?"
"Sort of."
"Male or female?"
"Male."
"So are you the sub or the dom?" Draco asked, smirking as he watched Harry squirm next to him.
"I'm the submissive if you must know."
"Ah, so do you know the name of your mate?"
"Yes."
"DO I know him."
"Can we stop with the personal questions please? And Flees I know for a damned fact that you're not sleeping, so either wake up and leave or stay there and shut up." Harry snapped, getting a funny look from Draco and a sleepy, uncaring look form Flees.
"Er.. who are you talking to?"
"My cat. Mr Mistoffelees. He was the one who told me that you had woken up."
"He told you that you woke up?"
"Yeah, he's an Anthrofeline and so he can communicate with me mentally."
"You have an Anthrofeline as a pet!"
"He's more my Familiar. Or even my accomplice."
"You mean to tell me that he is the other Silent Killer!"
"Yep. Who did you think it was?"
"Weasel or Granger or someone like that." Draco said, frowning at the closed off expression on Harry's face as he mentioned the names. "Why do I hate them even more at the moment. I mean I know I always disliked them, but I never really hated them, until now that is."
"Ah. I suppose I should talk to you about that."
"About what? What aren't you telling me? Why did you bring me back here?"
"Because you're a Demon. I couldn't let one of my future people die. Especially at the hands of his family."
"How did you know it was my family?"
"I just did. Why did they do it?"
"Because of what I am. I'm not a pureblood wizard. They don't know which side of the family it came from though. My father thinks it was the Black's."
"It was the Malfoy's."
"What?"
"It was the Malfoy family that had the Demon in it."
"How do you know that?"
"Because the Malfoy family married into the Potter family. It's on my family tree. Also because I am the Heir to the Black family and so I have their Family tree as well. There are no Demons on it."
"Ah. Well I would have loved to have seen my fathers face if you told him that." Draco said with a smirk. "I still think you aren't telling me something though."
"Maybe I am hiding something form you. But I truly don't think you are ready. Especially because of what you said earlier."
"What?"
"Nothing. Just leave it. Trust me on this. I know we have never gotten along, but trust me, please."
"Okay sure. But you have to call me Draco."
"Well I never really called Malfoy since you arrived here."
"Yes you did."
"No I never. I haven't actually called you by name." Harry said smugly, grinning at Draco.
"Fine then, whatever, I don't care. But you have to call me Draco from now on."
"Okay, then I will. Draco." Harry said, grinning at Draco cheekily. "Of course you will have to call me Harry."
"Fine. Harry." Draco purred, making Harry shudder and then blush bright red.
"Oh shut up. Now, I am assuming that you never managed to keep your wand on you."
"Nope, why?"
"Because I am going to take you into Diagon Alley and we are going to get you a wand." Harry said cheerfully, making Flees shift and move nearer to Draco, who he saw as the more sane of the couple.
"Okay." Draco said slowly, watching Harry warily, as though waiting for him to pounce on him. Which actually, he probably wasn't wrong in thinking. Harry certainly was considering it.
"Good! Well I'll leave some clothes out for you, you get changed into them and we can leave. They should fit you. The wardrobe certainly seems to think so." A scarily happy Harry Potter said almost bouncing around the room and making Draco seriously reconsider his thought of thanks towards the hyper demon.
"Okay then. See you in a bit." Draco said, staring after Harry in shock, when Harry touched his bare arm with his hand and nothing happened.
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Harry and Draco walked into Diagon Alley, both unrecognisable with their changes, well Harry still unrecognisable and Draco having lengthened his hair, which made the silver in his hair stand out even more.
As they walked through the busy, crowded streets of Diagon Alley, they got many admirers and stares, their looks perfectly complementing each other, being the complete opposites of each other. Harry being quite petit, tanned, with black and yellow hair and startling green eyes. Draco with his tall figure, almost white hair with silver tips and pure silver eyes.
Draco walked close to Harry, feeling an unbearable protective feeling for the small brunette. Sadly, Draco also had a feeling that that meant that they were mates. Strangely, this thought did not disturb him at all. In fact it made him smile, get a funny look from Harry and make women, and some men, swoon.
"What's up with you?"
"Nothing." Draco said, smiling down at Harry and making Harry blush but move nearer to the blond, glaring at Draco's admirers and making them look away quickly.
"Right, well we should head for your wand. Actually no. Let's go to Gringotts first and get some money out. I need to talk to Griphook about something anyway." Harry said, walking to the huge white building that was Gringotts.
"Hello, I'd like to see Griphook please." Harry asked the teller, once he was free. Draco looked at him strangely and then glared at a young witch who was gazing lustfully at Harry.
"Who is asking for him?"
"Tell him Smokey is asking for him." Harry said, grinning charmingly at the Goblin. The Goblin nodded and then walked away. When he returned, he smiled creepily at the two Demons and then nodded.
"Griphook will see you now. He says you know where his office is."
"Yep. Thank you!" Harry said cheerfully, ignoring the shocked looks he received from both Draco and the Goblin and walking in the direction of Griphooks office.
Knocking on the door, he pushed it open and entered without waiting for permission, shocking Draco once again, and then flinging himself on the chair opposite the amused Goblin messily. Draco gracefully sat himself down in the chair next to Harry.
"What can I do for you Harry? I assume that this is-"
"Ice. This is Ice. He is an acquaintance of mine and I am going to take him for a new wand." Harry said, mentally telling Griphook not to mention the M word.
"Ah right. Well Good Morning Ice. What can I do for you then Harry?"
"Ah. Well I would like to take some money out of my account. We are going on a shopping spree."
"Okay then. Would you like to use your withdrawal bag."
"You know I dislike that word. It makes me sound like a reformed drug addict. But yeah sure."
"Which one."
"Um… can I have a new one for the Black account and register it for Ice here. He may need to use it at some point when I'm not with him or something. And also, could I have a new one for the Evans bank. I don't think I have one for that account. I'll use that one today I think." Harry said, nodding to affirm his decision. Draco was staring at him incredulously, mentally deciding that Harry definitely knew that they were mates.
"That should be fine Harry. Here you are both of you. Well have a good day shopping and you can return them later on if you wish. If not then bring them back when you can." Griphook said, making Draco gape at them both and then look at the bag in his hands.
"Okay that's cool. See you later then Griphook and remember to look out for my owl!" Harry said cheerfully, standing up and nudging Draco gently to get his attention. Draco stared at him and then stood up, smiling sheepishly and nodding his thanks to Griphook as they left.
Once they had walked out of Gringotts Draco grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him to a halt.
"Okay Smokey. What was with that?"
"With what?"
"That Goblin didn't even ask for a galleon for the two bags! Never mind the full price! Why?" Draco asked, waving his arms in the direction of Gringotts and then pulling Harry down a side alley out of the way of nosey patrons.
"I'm friends with him. It helps to have friends in high places. You will soon learn who my friends are if you decide to stay at my place."
"That's another thing Smokes." Draco said, sighing softly and missing Harry's fearful look, that didn't even diminish with the affectionate nickname, probably because he missed everything after 'That's another thing.'
"What?" Harry whispered, not even daring to look at Draco.
"Harry, look at me." Draco whispered, taking Harry's chin in his hand and tilting it up to look at him.
"Draco?" Harry whispered shakily, confused.
"I know that you're my mate Smokes. It doesn't bother me." Draco said gently, smiling slightly at Harry and then leaning forward and kissing him softly on the lips and leaving Harry breathless.
"You won't reject me then?" Harry asked shakily, once Draco had moved back. Draco shook his head and then pulled Harry into a hug.
"Come on then Smokes. We need to get me a new wand. Where are we going for that by the way?"
"Ollivander's. You're getting a customized one." Harry said, smiling shyly at Draco.
"What? Good lord Smokes! How many powerful and high up friends do you have?" Harry smiled a bit more broadly and then leaned forward conspiratorially.
"Lots more and in places you wouldn't even begin to imagine!" Harry whispered, before kissing Draco lightly on the cheek and then moving away and walking out of the alley and to Ollivander's.
Draco watched him walk away with a large smile on his face and then frowned when he noticed the looks his mate was getting. Growling, he moved forward and hurried after Harry.
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"Smokey! I see you have brought him in then! I am assuming that you will be wanting a customized wand?" Ollivander said, eyes twinkling.
"Yep. Ollivander, meet Ice."
"Hello Ice. I am Ollivander as you may know. Shame that your father never brought you in here for your first wand, but well at least you are here now." Ollivander said, smiling warmly at Draco, who was holding Harry's hand possessively.
"Hello Mr Ollivander. I would be greatly appreciative if you would make me a wand. I will of course find a way to pay you."
"Nonsense! You are Smokey's mate! You won't have to pay! Follow me the two of you and we can get this underway." Ollivander said, leading the two Demons down to the back of the shop, which was now restored.
"I see you have fixed up the unfortunate accident that I had, last time I was here." Harry commented lightly, making Draco look at him curiously.
"Yes. Where is that blasted cat by the way?"
"Keeping Sal and Phineas company. He didn't want to come with me and decided that with Draco with me, I would be quite safe. I really don't need to have a permanent guard." Harry added peevishly.
"Hmm. I'm sure. Well then Mr Malfoy, if you would kindly sit down over there and I will begin to ask you some questions."
"Okay. Harry explained some of what would happen before we got here. So I suppose just start whenever." Draco said in a not very convincingly brave voice. Well he is a Slytherin.
"Good good. Right first things first. Please tell me the name of your Sire family."
"Malfoy."
"Good, What side is your family inclined towards."
"The Dark. My father is Voldemort's right hand man." Draco said, not even flinching when he said the name.
"I think even Fudge knows that by now." Ollivander said in an amused voice and gaining a snort of amusement from Harry and a grin for Draco.
"Indeed."
"Would you follow Voldemort if you were asked?"
"No."
"Why?"
"He is a bigoted hypocrite. I will not follow a half-blood fool whom my mate will destroy anyway." Draco said, with such confidence that Harry blushed.
"Would you be welcomed into the Demon World?"
"Harry is my Mate. I assume that the mate of the 'Lost Heir' would be accepted back."
"True. Right one last question for you Mr Malfoy. What is the colour of your Aura?"
"Silver."
"Thank you. Right then. I suppose that is it. Well if you will please take hold of this wood." Ollivander said, holding out a piece of wood for Draco to hold. This line of questioning went on for sometime until Ollivander nodded and told Draco that he could open his eyes.
"So what is my Wand type?"
"It is very much like that of your mates. You have two types of wood, which I will use in the same way that I did for Harry's. The inner wood will be this petrified oak and the outer wood will be this black holly that was taken from the family graveyard of Lucifer." Ollivander told him, making Harry grin broadly at a stunned Draco.
"Wow. That's a pretty well rounded wand." Draco said in awe. Ollivander nodded.
"Well I suppose we should try for your core now. You will also need two to balance out the two wood types used."
"Okay then."
"Right, What do you feel about Unicorns?"
"Contempt."
"What do you feel from them?"
"Indifference."
"About Thestrals?"
"Death."
"From them?"
"Curiosity."
"About Dementors."
"Cold indifference."
"From them?"
"Primal Fear."
"About Dragons."
"They are my guardians."
"From them?"
"I am their master."
"And the last one. What do you feel about Basilisks?"
"Fear."
"From them?"
"I'm their next meal." Draco admitted, getting a snort of amusement from Harry at the ironic answer.
"Okay then Mr Malfoy. That will be alright. I will hand you a set of different wand cores and we will take much the same process as with the wood."
"Alright then, after this though Harry, you are going to tell me what was so amusing about me fearing being eaten by Basilisks." Draco warned, getting a small nod of agreement from Harry. Draco nodded and then closed his eyes again.
After a few minutes of Draco and Ollivander discussing the different cores, Ollivander once again nodded contentedly and then told Draco to open his eyes.
"So what will my wand cores be?"
"The first and main one will be this fang of a Hungarian Horntail, one that I believe Harry has faced before. It will be crushed into a powder and added to this horn of a dark unicorn, soaked in it's blood, willingly given of course and crushed and mixed with the powder of the Horntail."
"Ah right. So what does that mean?"
"Well besides that you are the perfect opposite of Harry, this wand will be very good for Healing and Transfiguration." Ollivander said as he made the wand, tapping it one last time once it was complete and handing it to Draco.
Draco waved it and then stared as white and gold sparks shot out of the wand, hitting the ground and then he pocketed the wand into his back pocket, again looking at Harry curiously as he snorted and walking over to his mate, holding his hand in his again and making Harry smile at him.
"So then, what was so funny about my answers?" Draco asked, looking down at Harry, and then leading him out of the back room, following Ollivander to the front of the shop.
"Oh nothing, I'll tell you later. Thank you Olli!" Harry said, smiling at him and leaning against Draco.
"Thank you so much for the wand Mr Ollivander."
"Please, call me Ollivander. Or Olli like Smokey here if you must. He is like a son to me, so the Mate of my son is a son to me also." Ollivander said with a warm smile at Draco.
"Okay then Ollivander. Well I think Smokes and I will be heading off for more shopping in a minute. Thank you again for the wand!" Draco said, shaking Ollivander's hand before retaking Harry's into his.
"Oh good! Well you take care of Smokey. He may not think he does, but he needs watching over. I have been doing so since he was eleven and now I'll pass it on to you." Ollivander said, smiling at Harry, who smiled back, though looked as though he wanted to say something.
"Thank you. I will try, but knowing Smokes as I do, that is going to be very difficult." Draco said with a laugh, dodging the swat that Harry aimed for his head.
"Olli. I know you love me and all, but please stop making it sound like I am a mentally incapable of looking after myself."
"Well you are."
"I have survived this long!"
"Barely." Ollivander deadpanned, making Harry sigh in exasperation and look at Draco pleadingly.
"Don't look at me like that! Fine! You can just about look after yourself!" Draco said, tearing his gaze away from the sad look that Harry was sending him and making Ollivander burst into laughter.
"Well looks like you two are well matched-" The door to Ollivander's shop opened and a mother and her daughter walked in, the girl looked to be about eleven and so Harry and Draco assumed that she was a new student for Hogwarts.
"Hello, sorry, I will be right with you. Right then Ice. You take care of my son and I will see you both towards the end of summer. Are you still living in the same house?" Ollivander asked, glancing at the two witches in his shop in hint.
"We are and I will. Come on then Smokes. Thank you again Ollivander." Draco said, holding Harry's hand tightly and ignoring the curious witches, the mother of which was clearly a member of the Order, by the way that she was hanging onto their every word of the conversation.
"Okay, see you later then pops. Bye, he makes the best wands!" Harry whispered to the little girl conspiratorially and making her giggle before leaving the shop, waving to Ollivander as he left.
"Well then, where do you want to go now?" Harry asked once they had left Ollivander's and were ignoring the Order members stalking their every move.
"Shopping!" Draco exclaimed, raising his and Harry's arms in the air, and making Harry laugh before he wrapped his arms around Harry in a hug.
"Okay, shopping it is. You need a familiar." Harry's muffled voice said, making Draco nod in agreement and then let him go and they walked through Diagon Alley in search of a Familiar for Draco.