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Confusion and a Peek into the Future

Harry Potter lay flat on his back like a dead man. Staring straight up at his bedroom ceiling he started counting down the minutes till midnight, when he turned 17.

Five minutes and counting, he thought. Absently, he thought of all the presents he would be getting from everyone. Ron will probably get me some of those cool Quidditch magazines, Harry thought with a grin. Hermione might get me some kind of study planner again. Harry grimaced at the thought. I hope it's not one of those planners again. What happened to that on? Harry shrugged. Most likely at the bottom of my trunk.

One more minute… I hope Mrs. Weasley sends me one of her cakes; I won't have to eat the ones that Hagrid sends me.

Wincing at the memory of the tooth he nearly lost last year Harry checked his watch.

Thirty seconds… At least I'll be able to stay at the Leaky Cauldron with Hermione and the Weasley's for the rest for the rest of the summer, soon. Then, Hogwarts here I come!

Five, four, three, two, one…

BAMB!

All of a sudden, Harry was engulfed in red pulsing heat. Gasping, he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt waves of heat move through his body.

It wasn't uncomfortable, but hell if it was pleasant. He felt as though a great fire was spreading throughout his body.

Quickly, the fire was replaced. Harry moaned as he felt a great pulsing desire course through his body and straight to his groin. Biting his lip to deep from screaming, Harry felt himself go harder and longer as the seconds passed. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he burst.

Harry's body shuddered violently as he climaxed in his pants. Arching his back as the pleasure turned nearly painful, Harry gripped the bedcovers so tight that his knuckles turned white.

When it was over he collapsed onto his back with a sob. He rolled onto his stomach and willed his heart and breathing to calm down.

A few minutes later, when he could breathe easier, Harry rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.

"Screw teenage hormones," Harry said aloud. Taking a deep breath Harry wondered if all wizards went through this on their 17th birthday. I hope so, Harry thought.

Wearily, he got up to go clean himself up with a nice cold shower.

MILES AWAY IN Malfoy Manor, Draco stood silently as he felt the energy wash through him. As it passed away he closed his eyes as he became aware of his mate's presence. Not so far away, Draco thought with a smile. Tipping his head back he studied the feeling of his mate in his mind. So powerful, very passionate. Pleased, Draco straightened. His mate was in the country, that was for sure.

Turning towards his bed he eyed the half full luggage. He was going to be spending the last of the summer at the Leaky Cauldron. His father would be coming back and Draco wanted to stay clear of him. He didn't trust Lucius not to try and curse him for not being a Death Eater.

So he was going to the Leaky Cauldron. He wasn't only going there to avoid his father, but a lot of wizards passed through Diagon Alley and Draco was bound to find his mate there. Turning towards the window Draco thought about his mate and who he or she was. Since Draco was bisexual he had to include the fact that his mate could most likely be a man. Male pregnancy was very possible for an Heir's mate.

Tilting his head back, Draco thought about the possibility of having a family for his own. If I have a family, they'll be the most important thing and first priority all the time, Draco vowed silently.

"Harry!"

Turning towards the sound of his name Harry grinned as he spotted his two best friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley waving from a table outside of the ice cream shop. Making his way over there Harry felt his heart clench. Stopping abruptly he turned a little to the left, the direction an invisible string seemed to be tugging him towards.

"Harry?" Blinking, Harry turned back to his friends to see a baffled look on their faces. Shaking his head, as though to clear it, Harry started walking towards them again.

"You okay, mate?" Ron asked concerned. "You looked kind of out of it for a while," he said. Beside him Hermione nodded her head.

"Yeah," Harry said. "I'm okay. Just thinking."

"About what?" Hermione asked as she licked at her ice cream cone.

"Nothing important."

"You sure?" Ron asked, but his attention seemed to be focused on Hermione as she licked at her ice cream.

Harry grinned at the look of pure fascination Ron had on his face.

"You sure that you're not thinking about anything?" Hermione asked, oblivious to Ron's enthrallment with her. "I mean, it has been six days since your birthday aren't you excited."

"Yeah mate," Ron said as he tore his gaze away from Hermione. "We'll be graduating this year. No more Snape, no more Filch, more Twelaney, no more Binns…"

"No more McGonagall, Hagrid, or the library," Hermione said mournfully. She glared at the boys when they laughed at her.

"Hey, at least no more Malfoy," Ron said as he stopped laughing.

At the sound of Malfoy's name Harry's laughter stopped abruptly. His heart seemed to do that lurch it had been doing that for a long time these six days.

"Yeah, no more Malfoy," Harry said, but he felt as though he was listening from far away. Glancing left again, he searched for whatever could've pulled him. Seeing nothing, he sighed.

Probably just my imagination, Harry thought.

But he could've sworn that he had seen a flash of silver hair.

Draco was feeling edgy and frustrated. Five minutes ago he had felt the was close to his mate that he could nearly taste him.

So, yeah, he was frustrated.

Sexually frustrated.

Him, though surprised, Draco had to smile.

At least, he would know what kind of gender to look for.

Leaning against a bookcase, Draco stood in his hiding spot in Flourish and Blotts and scanned Diagon Alley.

He could see all the children running back and forth with their mothers calling to them. He could see the mother scolding their children, laughing at the pranks their children did for attention.

Seeing all this, Draco thought of the possibilities of having kids of his own.

Who would've thought that Draco Malfoy would be giving a thought to having children with a man?

Shaking his head, Draco turned towards the door to leave when a light from somewhere shined so brightly that he had to squint his eyes.

Then, as the light started to dim, he saw him.

A little pale boy, maybe about five. He had messy black hair, with silverish strands everywhere. As the boy skipped closer to Draco he could see that the kid's eyes were silver with a burst of color in the middle.

Emerald, Draco thought, as he watched the boy skip past him and into the arms of...

Merlin!

Incredulous, Draco watched a not so older version of himself swing the boy into his arms. Watching them,Draco didn't notice the slender man with long slightly messy hair and emerald eyes smile at them while smiling at them while he paid for his purchases.