Written by: Blissful Darkness
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Anything that you might recognize as something from Harry Potter is not mine. XD
Author's note: Fifth installment! Oh my goodness, this chapter was so hard to write. I didn't know what I wanted to happen next, but then I figured it out. It went smoothly at first, but, again, it became difficult. Excuse me for my very poor writing. BUT! I think you will all enjoy the chapter after you get past the first part. wink wink And twenty seven reviews! I feel so special! Draco and Harry will be replying to some of the reviews and thanking all others whose review's they did not answer.
Harry- To Angelous999: Yes! Someone who agrees with me! The chapters should be longer, but a certain someone's brain isn't functioning properly. glares at Blissful Darkness
Draco- becomes confused Who me? My brain functions perfectly!
Harry- Oh Merlin, what a blonde.
Draco- Shut up, Potter. Okay, to shady gurl: What is with you people? There is nothing, and there will be nothing between Potter and me! Thanks for the review though.
Blissful Darkness- That's what you think, Draco.
Harry- snickers And on to Jess the Pirate: Yes! Blissful wake me up! Jess the Pirate has the right idea! And did you hear that Draco? She says that you can't deny it that you love me. XD
Draco- WHAT! Okay, you guys won't give up on this. I'm going to ignore any talk of love between that bloody Gryffindork and me. Okay to Without Permission: You weirdo. No, seriously. What is with you people and wanting Potter and me to be together? It's…. impossible. Abolish those thoughts now!
Harry- Hey! Don't call me that! To Serylis: Wet dreams? blush Be quiet before Draco hears you.
Draco- 0.o; Potter, I heard her. Dolt. Okay, to Master-of-Wind: stutters I didn't! I did not get a bloody erection from Harry bloody Potter. Take him! I don't want him.
Harry- Sorry Dray. You're coming with us. shows Draco that they are handcuffed together and are currently being stolen by Master-of-Wind Hehehe. Okay, to dairygirl: Yeah. Why were Pansy and Blaise in the last chapter?
Draco- Because, you soulless freak, they have important information that hasn't been released yet. Duh! Don't question the mind of a fanfiction author. They are all crazy. Okay, to AmethystxX: Are you on something? There is no way I would ever love Potter. Look at him! He's an annoying, reckless, freakish… and the hottest piece of male flesh to walk this damned earth. pauses Wait. I didn't say that!
Harry- Sure you didn't. snickers To redfox13: Eh. You'll find out soon enough who the 'cursed one' is soon. Blissful is just confusing in that way. She likes to confuse her victims cough I mean reviewers. Also, I haven't masturbated in eight years! I haven't had a hard on in eight years. Okay… now I'm depressed.
Draco- hides from Harry You scare me. To RaInMaGe: What are you two whispering about! I knew I shouldn't have let the reviews come into our hostage room. Oh and heh, this chapter should prove interesting to you. Top or bottom? I'm always top.
Blissful- Not in this story, but you'll have to wait to find out exactly why Draco's mostly bottom in this relationship.
Harry- I'm dominant! sticks out tongue Okay, I think that's it for the huge reviews. We got so many, that the A/N is over 3000 characters long!
Draco- Hopefully won't kill the author for such a long A/N. Thank the rest, Potter.
Harry- And thanks to the following reviewers who reviewed! lita-2003, FallenPhoenix721, driven to insanity, Tink, emma, Alora, TheWickedess, Allaye, Mistress Vamp, Beth5572, Without Permission, rosiegirl, Anux, Kairi Ann, jadestonedreams, Midnight Ryder, bakachan17, and amanda53.
"Blah" –speaking
Blah –thinking also could mean emphasized word
"Blah" –parseltongue
Blah blah blah blah blah. – flashback/dream
Gather round kiddies. It's story time!
The Dream
Narcissa Malfoy was a woman who lived life in routine. Every morning she would awaken, take her morning tea, get ready for work, work for eight hours, return home to fix herself and Draco dinner, and then putter around the house before going to bed. Such a routine was rarely disturbed.
Narcissa had just finished talking on the phone with her good friend and co-worker, Diane, when Draco suddenly stormed into the house. This would have been a normal occurrence had it not been for her son's haggard appearance. He rushed to his room, not saying a word to his mother. This struck her odd, for Draco, even in his worst moods, would greet her. She allowed him his space, for Narcissa knew not to disturb her son when he is fresh in one of his moods. To pass the time, the pale woman watched her soaps, excited about the cliché plot lines. When two hours passed without Draco leaving his room, she became worried.
She walked into the kitchen and looked around. The pairing knife was gone. Panicking, Narcissa ran into her son's room. She froze as she stood in the doorway, looking into the room. Patches of black and green scales littered the floor, along with blood. Her son sat on the hardwood floor, cutting the new mark off of his arm. Listening closely as she watched in horror, she heard Draco's whisperings.
"I'm not a slave. I'm not a slave. I'm not a slave. I'm not a slave…" he continued to repeat this mantra through his tears and sobs.
Once the mark was skinned off, it only healed and returned. Draco seemed so absorbed in his physical and mental pain that he did not even recognize his mother's presence. Narcissa covered her mouth with her hand, tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh Draco," she whispered.
The young blonde looked up, dark circles surrounding his eyes. "I've been claimed," he whispered, a shudder wracking his body.
The mother dropped to her knees and pulled her son into her arms. She held him close, the man clinging to her as if she were his only lifeline. His shivering form soon relaxed, his breath evening as he fell asleep in his mother's embrace.
"Draco, who has done this to you?" she asked softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.
Draco did not respond as he drifted into the realm of slumber, only to be visited by his new master within his dreams.
Ecstasy. That was what Draco was flooded with as lightly calloused hands roamed over his skin. Moving up, the blessed palms ghosted over Draco's torso, leaving a path of desire upon the pale canvas.
Draco looked for the source of his current pleasure but saw only the darkness of the night sky. His breathing hitched as emerald pools replaced the eternal ink spill. Warm, yet impossibly cool digits ran across Draco's cheekbone. The blonde soon realized that another man hovered over him.
"Draco," came the sensuous voice that reminded him of rustling silk.
Draco shivered as the cool breath chilled his heated skin. He reached forward, his fingertips running through the gentle fringe that looked to have been the thread of the night's blanket, and yet corrupted as the locks seemed to have a sheen of molten jade. The man's hair was tied back by a strip of leather, keeping the curtain of mane from annoying the man in its obvious rebellion.
Draco's curious hands moved down this man's neck before halting on the shoulders. Was that dragon hide scales that clothed the man's shoulders? He explored this unknown area, finally realizing that the scales disappeared into the cool skin. Now this was a surprise.
The man seemed patient to allow Draco to survey his body as if it were unknown land to be mapped. The raven-haired man's own hands were still, bracing him against the fresh summer grass so that his weight would not be upon the blonde. He seemed content to watch the fascination build within the warm mercury of Draco's eyes.
The ashen male's palms swept over the toned back finding more scales that ran the length of his spine and grew into… appendages of the most brilliant onyx and emerald scales. In shock, Draco withdrew from his explorations, his eyes widening.
"Do they trouble you, my dragon?" the winged-man asked gently in that beautiful voice.
The man raised his hand to run the pad of his thumb across Draco's temple, causing the obsidian scales that ran from the back of his hand to his elbow to catch the light of the luminescent orb above.
"I am sorry, my beloved, but I am too young to force them away," the man said at seeing the blonde's hesitant nod.
Draco, realizing that he had disrupted a rather pleasing session of touching, pushed himself up onto his elbows and pressed his lips against the other man's. A moan escaped the green-eyed man as he returned the kiss with fervor. Excitement building within, Draco requested entrance by running the tip of his tongue along the man's lower lip. At that, the man withdrew quickly.
"No, I can't take advantage of you when you don't even know what's going on," the man whispered.
Draco's cheeks flushed with humiliation at being rejected, but he put on a front nonetheless.
"So what's going on?" he asked, his gaze hardening in impertinence as he sat up. His glare did not have the desired effect simply because he was clad only in boxers.
"First, this is a dream. So when you awaken you must not think that this isn't real. Two, I will visit every night, if you want to see me that is," the man said whilst sprawling his legs out, ignorant of the black linen skirt that clothed his lower body.
"Uhh… what's with the skirt?" Draco asked. Please tell me you're not a drag queen.
"Part of the original attire of my kind. I think my ancestors modeled off of the ancient Egyptians," the man answered with a nonchalant shrug.
"Okay, well… why wouldn't I want to see you again?" Draco asked, playing with a blade of grass as he allowed his gaze to linger on the other man's muscular torso.
"You don't know who I am," the other man whispered, rubbing his scaled forearm.
"Who are you then?" Draco asked as he drew his knees to his chest despite the warm atmosphere.
The man brushed back his bangs, revealing a thin, jagged scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. Draco froze, paling considerably as he stared at the Boy Who Lived.
"There's no way. Harry—Potter doesn't have wings!" Draco exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
This caused Harry to stand also, panic in his eyes. He grabbed Draco's hand before the blonde could run away. A rush of warmth coursed through Draco's mind and body at Harry's simple touch.
"Draco, I am Harry. Or at least part of him. I- I'm a result of Harry's soul returning. A soul cannot be returned without consequence, that's why I am just now coming into existence," Harry explained quickly, worry in his eyes as he tried to explain such a complex idea.
"What are you?" Draco asked, disbelief in his voice.
The blonde stared into Harry's eyes, finding torment and truth within the emerald spheres. Draco's heart felt as if it had turned to mush, making him wonder why he felt so… submissive. He sighed, looking away.
Harry smiled sadly when Draco looked away. If only Draco could understand.
"I'm a κηδεμών του ο ψυχή (1). I'm sort of like a Dementor. But instead of feeding on the soul, I feed on the life. I'm sort of like a vampire, but I can't make others like me. I'm also like a Veela… when it comes to mating. But I won't tell you about that now," Harry answered, listing off all of the facts that had formed within his mind when his soul had begun to resurrect itself.
Draco rubbed his forearm, a frown forming on his lips as he remembered the mark. "Why did you mark me? I am no one's slave," the alabaster male growled, mercury pools instantly freezing.
At that, a blush colored Harry's cheeks, his gaze shifting to rest on the soft earth. "I- I didn't mean to mark you. I saw Voldemort's mark and I didn't want you to have to bare such a mark. I tried to banish it, but I didn't take into consideration that you might be my…" Harry trailed off, the flush creeping down his neck.
"Your what?" Draco asked suspiciously, his gaze narrowing on Harry's lithe form.
"Mate," Harry murmured in reply, barely audible but Draco caught the word.
His first instinct was to scream 'WHAT!', but he remained silent, keeping his composure.
"Maybe you should tell me about your mating process," Draco suggested, careful to keep his emotions from his tone.
The raven-haired man sighed, scratching the back of his head. "All I know is that I'll go into heat one week out of every month. You will be the only being to have that mark, because it is the mark of my kind. It is the mark that is given to a mate so that no other can claim him or her. It is possible fore a male to become pregnant in my species.
But that's all I know. I don't know anything about bonds or anything else. There is nothing written about my kind. It is all stored in memory that is formed at our birth," the man informed, using his hands for emphasis out of habit.
Draco remained silent as all of this information was given to him at once. He covered his face with his hands, peeking out only to look t the lightening sky. "The sun is rising," he sated softly after a moment's silence.
Harry looked up to the sky, a frown shadowing his lips. "I must be going. Day has come, and I am not immune to the sun's ultraviolet rays," Harry replied.
Draco ran a hand through his hair, suddenly uncomfortable. He had made his decision, but he did not want to sound weak. "Will you come tomorrow night?" he asked as if he were offering an invitation.
Harry smiled the first of true smiles before placing a chaste kiss on Draco's forehead.
"I shall return tomorrow, my dragon. Sweet dreams," were his parting words before the dream dissipated to be replaced by a dream of lesser meaning.
Let's just say that Narcissa was surprised to see a small smile of contentment light upon Draco's lips in his slumber.
(1)Greek- κηδεμών του ο ψυχή- Translation: Guardian of the Soul
A/N: So did you like it? I hope you guys don't mind that Harry was wearing a floor length skirt. Heh. Just think Yami Yugi from Ancient Egypt if you've ever watched YuGiOh. Heh. Review so that I can feed Draco and Harry. Those two are far too skinny.