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Beta: shadowwolf1392- You pwn!

It was amazing to watch Harry settle in so fast. He's been with me for a little over a week, and he informed be before sleep claimed us last night that his birthday was in two days. Two days until his inheritance comes. I would have to think of something nice to do for my intended.

He could walk better without getting dizzy, and when he did, I was always there for him to fall on.

I grow frantic, as I know Harry is my mate, but how will he react? I, Draco Malfoy, will not harm him intentionally for anything. Unintentionally, I couldn't promise anything.

I looked over at his angelic constitution, dozing on the furs that I had come upon through a trade with the centaurs.

In his sleep, his eyes darted back and forth, and I knew he was dreaming. Of what? I wondered, and saw him shiver as I looked over at him. I moved closer to him, wrapping my tail around his silk-boxer-clad waist and pulled him closer to my feline body for warmth. His bare torso molded into my down fur as he snuggled closer still, sighing contentedly in blissful rest. I poked my nose into his ebony mass of hair and inhaled, bringing the scent of vanilla, lavender and a hint of musk into my nostrils. All Harry. My Harry.

I licked his neck, and his skin turned to a peach under the sandpapery caress. Filtered light drifted down into the cave, illuminating my obsidian angel. The trees hiding the cave's entrance veiled most of the light, but enough made it through to know it was dawn.

'Wake up, Harry love.' I cooed into his mind, getting up and nudging his backside. He stirred and said something unintelligible that sounded suspiciously like "Damn tiger, just go away," but I licked the crevice in between his shoulders. If he was a kitten, I'm sure he would have purred. Instead he moaned softly and grumbling all the way, he got up, stretched, and then fixated me with a pointed stare.

'What?' I asked smirking Malfoy-tiger-style. My mischievousness had nothing to do with the Slytherin in me; the emotional high of being with my intended contributed for all of it.

"Nothing." He returned the smirk I threw at him, his emerald optics conveying deeper thoughts. I thanked the gods that Harry's every emotion came through his eyes. It seemed that he was having inner turmoil.

'Is something bothering you, love?' I asked, and I couldn't mask the concern in my voice.
"Actually yes, Ice."

'Explain, please.'

"Well, I was just thinking, even with Voldemort dead, the bloody death eaters are still out here, mind you, that's how I got in this forest in the first place, and even though we're near Hogwarts…" he seemed to struggle for the right words.

'Go on,' I urged again, making myself as comfortable as I could be on the frigid granite floor.
"Well, it's only a month away from school… And on September first, I'll have to go back to Hogwarts, my school."

'I'm acquainted with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I went there.' I stated, waiting for him to reply. Was he going to go back to those horrid relatives of his? I had heard rumors of their negligence of watching the Boy-Who-Lived, the uncle even going as far as rape and whippings.

"I was wondering if I c-c-could stay with you until then." His stuttering was beyond cute, and I had to fight the urge to ravage him right there. On those furs. Not so clean thoughts plagued my mind an unclad Harry, moaning my real name, Gods this was insanity.

'YES!' I mentally yelled, and then regained my composure. 'I mean, yes you may. I enjoy your company.'

(A/n) Thanks again to MaraWeaves… I 3 'chu! hugs Also, I would like to thank all of the people that have reviewed. Thankies most to meh beta-- you have no idea how thankful I am!