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Chapter 8
Harry's POV
"Leave." I stated, looking down into my hands.
"Harry-"
"Ice- Draco- just go. I need time to adjust to this." I interrupted him, putting up a hand. " I love you, I do, but, us, this, I need to be alone." Tears welled in my eyes as I sent my mate out of our cave and when he looked back at me in the moment he left the tears almost escaped.
He walked out of the cave dejectedly and as soon as he left the floodgates opened. I curled myself up in a ball and let the tears cascade down my cheeks leaving liquid streams. Before I knew it, I cried myself to sleep.
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Third POV
He did not know how long he slept, but when he awoke the moon cast a silver sheen over the forest illuminating the forest.
Ice padded in quietly, his head down in apology. Fighting was useless; they both knew it. Already, their urges to comfort and be comforted were overwhelming. To comfort in Ice's case and to be comforted in Harry's. Both were bombarded.
Emerald met silver and a battle of emotions ensued in both teenagers eyes.
Draco- Ice's eyes were filled with sorrow, willing the stubborn nisse to forgive.
"Harry," the tiger entreated, "I'm so sorry. I didn't think(.) I thought you hated me. I was--afraid." The veela finished lamely, diamonds streaming down his snow muzzle.
"Why didn't you just tell me? Were you afraid of rejection? Of commitment? Of this?" Slowly, the ink haired nisse came to the tiger, bent down, and pressed his lips to the tiger's mouth.
His tongue probed lethal canines, wrapping around their curved edges. Harry's tongue rubbed Draco's own rough tongue, enticing an erotic dance of the tongues between the two.
Both pulled away panting and aroused, basking in the warmth of mutual attraction.
"Draco?" Harry murmured, his cheeks rosy; his lips succulent and throbbing.
"Yes love?" Draco replied, glad that his mate accepted him and forgave him.
"Just hold me."
And he did.
(A/n) Muwhahaha! I could end it all right here, but I won't I think most of you would kill me. So, here's more!
Draco's POV
I awoke as my mate moved beneath me, hair framing his face like a nimbus.
I slipped my head from his bare chest, eyeing one rosette nipple. I lapped at it for a moment, making it erect. Harry moaned his appreciation in his sleep and I smirked.
"Just wait until I'm human, love." I mused to myself, "I'll ravish you. Make your belly ripe with our child." Chuckling - a Malfoy never giggled - I got up and seized the day.
Already, birds twittered and chirped, feeding off bloated earthworms and on the multitude of insects, some being regurgitated for their nestlings.
Rabbits ate grasses and weeds, their snow tails bobbing as they hopped.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves on stone alerted me and I looked over to the right and glimpsed a centaur.
"Hello, Draco." he greeted warmly, swaying on his palomino body as he gathered a firm footing.
"Firenze." I acknowledged, grinning a bit at the centaur. "What brings you here, of all places, my friend?" I inquired good naturedly, my smile fading a bit. Usually, the centaurs kept to their own territory unless something dangerous or drastic happened.
"Don't look so down!" the white blond chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. " I only wish to congratulate you and your mate on finding each other. Young Mister Potter surely must be overjoyed. I can tell that he's smitten. In love even!" his eyes twinkled gleefully. "Here!" he said, striding forward, arms outstretched, a miniscule rustic wooden box in his outstretched hand. Opening it, he showed it to me.
It was a silver pendant of a leaf, attached to a silver chain. The pendent was graced with multiple semi-precious gemstones, all symbols of protection.
"My gods! It's amazing!" I gasped, bewildered.
"For your mate. It has protection blessings on it. The elves crafted it." Firenze smiled, white teeth flashing.
"What do you want for it?" centaurs traded with me, but I had no idea what would be worthy of such a trade.
"Nothing." he replied simply.
"N-n-noth.."
"It is a gift. I hope he will like it. The stars say your match is truly perfect. You both truly will go down in history. Good luck!"
With that, he shoved the box into my mouth and took off at a gallop.
"Who was that?" a disheveled Harry spoke, yawning and brushing sleep from his eyes.
"No one!" I said, a bit too fast. Harry lifted a sleepy brow, yawning again. Or roaring. His jaw sure opened enough. "Finally up sweepyhead?" I cooed, effectively changing the subject.
"Huh? I mean, oh yeah. I'm up." he grinned, but about halfway through, it turned into another massive yawn.
"Looks like someone didn't get enough sleep." I chided, trying to keep a stern monotone. Of course, it didn't work.
"I got enough sleep. I'm just tired that's all."
"Right." This time, it was my turn to be suspicious. "Nightmares?" I asked and he nodded. "I'm sure I could trade a few things for a few dreamless sleep potions."
"It's okay. I know how to make my own."
"But you were hopeless at potions! You could end up hurt!" I exclaimed, trying to talk sense into the creature.
"No, I'm not. I got NEWT level potions. Without Snape breathing down my neck, I'm actually quite g-g-good." he yawned again.
"You need to go back to sleep." I chided again, trying to push him back into the cave.
"No I don't!" he defended, dragging his feet.
"Yes you do. Let us make a deal. You take a nap, we go see the faeries later. I'm sure they'd like to see you again." At that remark, Harry's eyes brightened.
"Okay," he agreed, but he took another breath, "But you have to lay down with me." he smiled devilishly.
"I don't have any problem with that."
Settling on the pallet, Harry laid his head upon my back and fell asleep within moments. Sleep claimed me unwillingly minutes later.
Harry's POV
I woke up slowly, sweat plastering my pajama top to my chest. Draco was fast asleep, every breath he made coming out as a harsh tone. It took me some time to realize that my Draco snored, at which I then had to clasp my hand to my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. "Dray-coooo!" I cooed, poking him in the ribs. He swatted his paw at me and I giggled. "Wake up, wake up, wake uppp!" I chirped, poking Draco again.
"Shut up!" he mumbled, and I giggled even more. "You sound like a bloody girl, you know that?" However, he smiled and got up slowly, flashing his canines in a yawn.
"Hurry up!" I whined, pulling the sad face and puppy eyes. "You said that we could go see Learie and Kiarea! You promised!" I pouted, my lower lip sticking out intentionally invitingly.
"Don't stick that out unless you intend to use it." Draco warned mockingly, pressing his cold nose to my lips.
"Come on, Ice!" I said, taking off towards the light. "Or," I drawled on, an evil glint coming into my eyes, "I can go by myself. But you never know, I could be eaten, get lost…" I continued, sparing a glance at my mate. As I suspected, his eyes had gone wide and he looked panicked. I chuckled silently, eyes flashing mercilessly.
"Um, it's okay. I can come with you. I'm up now." He reassured the fact by strutting out in front of me, leading the way.
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It had taken us some time to find the faeries mound, but I had the slightest suspicion that Draco really didn't remember where it was. Dominates, what were their issues with asking for directions? But at long last, we finally found them, making some sort of wreath from flowers.
"Harry!" they sang in unison, forgetting the wreath. "Draco!" (T)hey smiled, their wings fluttering back and forth to keep them up.
Draco's POV
The faeries, as ever, were happy to see us. Kiarea, ever the quiet one and also the dominate in the relationship (1) stood on quietly with me as we observed our submissives chatting animatedly.
"How is the bonding going?" she asked me, sitting on a sturdy leaf.
"Well. It's going very well. I have to say, my heart is his, but I am not sure if he is ready to say he loves me. Let alone bond." I sighed.
"That's how Learie was. But as soon as we consulted the heavens, we knew that it was inevitable. But unlike the both of you, we did not have a petty rivalry to deal with." (S)she smiled a bit. "I have a feeling that you had an infatuation with this Potter boy before you gained your inheritance, did you not?" I prepared to defend myself, but there were no words that would come to my mouth. "I knew it. Draco Malfoy loves the boy-who-lived." she teased quietly, not letting the subs hear us.
"So? I just so happen to know that Mr. Potter is a very attractive being. With and without his clothes on." My mind laughter rang through her mind.
"What, are you a peeping Draco? I never knew you enjoyed such activities." she chuckled softly, eyes glinting.
"Me? A peeping Draco? You have got to be kidding!" I acted as though affronted. It was our little game of teasing.
"I guess peeping at one person doesn't necessarily make you a peeper. But I wouldn't know. I don't specialize in the peeping business either." we shared our morbid amusement with each other as we watched our loves frolic in the fallen leaves.
"Harry!" I mind yelled to him, not bothering to shield our conversation from the two faeries, "(B)e careful!"
"I knew it! You're smitten!" Kiarea declared triumphantly, pointing a finger at me.
"I know." I admitted longingly, watching Harry smile as he threw a small pile of leaves at Learie, which she easily dodged. "But I can help but think, what if he doesn't actually love me?"
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"That was awesome, Draco!" Harry gushed, pulling off his shirt and stripping down to his boxers. He chose not to be burdened with pajamas today, and I had no problem with it.
"So, who won? You or Learie?" I asked good naturedly, as Harry stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry.
"No one." (H)e giggled at me, and then yawned. "And who won between you and Kiarea?" he inquired, his eyes batting innocently at me.
"No one. We weren't fighting." I laughed at his highly arched eyebrow.
"Surrrrre." he replied, giggling again. He turned around, settled himself down on the pallet, and said, "Lay with me?" his lip puckered as he asked, and who was I to refuse my angel? So I, of course, settled down on the furs, wrapping a paw around my mates waist, urging him to lay on my chest. And he, being submissive little him, did so, smiling into my fur an he rubbed into it.
"Draco?" his words slightly muffled by my fur but I could still hear him.
"Yes, love?"
"I love you." To say I was gobsmacked would have been an understatement
"I love you, too, my Harry."