Harry sauntered down Diagon Alley with a feline grace he'd acquired sometime after his birthday, his mind more on his most recent dream about his mate than his surroundings. He had a feeling he knew who the blond was, but he couldn't identify him. It was irritating the hell out of him, I mean, how many beautiful blond boys did he know? The only one that came to mind was Malfoy, but he knew there was no way Malfoy would submit to him like that, even if they did have a relationship, which was impossible in itself.

He stumbled into someone, who was obviously as dream-befuddled as he was, and as the warm body pressed up against him, he felt such a sense of rightness that he instinctively pulled him back when he half-heartedly pulled away. The other boy rested against him with a moan, his head neatly fitting just under Harry's chin, and Harry's rumbling purr was heard but not noticed as the two boys clung to each other.

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When Draco had run into him, he hadn't known who it was, his hair had grown longer, falling into his eyes, and his face had changed, not a lot, but it was enough to throw him off. He pulled away when he realized that it was Harry Potter he was pressed up against, but Harry grabbed him back with a small mew, and it just felt so damn good, standing there with Harry, his throat vibrating against his hair, as the other boy stroked his hair and back, meticulously stopping at the small of his back.

'Good. Because if he was feeling me up, I'd have to stop him, no matter how good this feels.'

"I've been dreaming about you all summer," Harry whispered hoarsely, and Draco froze.

"Do you even know who you're talking to, and feeling on?" he asked, immediately regretting his harsh words and tone, as Harry's contented purr cut off, and he lowered his head to rest sadly against Draco's head. He raised his arms, placing them around the other boy in apology.

"Not really, but you're my mate. I can feel it. You make me happy just by being around."

"Open your eyes, and take a good look, Potter. Then say that again." Harry pulled away, scowling at being ordered about by his mate, and looked hard at him.

"Malfoy?" He said wonderingly. "I was sure it couldn't be you. I mean, I found this book after my birthday, and I was sure you wouldn't . . .." Draco realized what Harry was trying to say, and blushed deeply, burying his face in Harry"s chest to hide the revealing color.

"Draco! Have you no decency! In public!" He could hear the humor in his mother's voice- 'Great, she'll be sure to tease me about this forever,' -but it was obvious Harry couldn't. He placed his fingers over Harry's lips to silence him, and pulled him into the nearest shop that was connected to the Floo, pulling out his small box of Floo powder as he went, one arm around Harry's waist.

"Malfoy Manor!" he called as he threw the powder into the flames, then dragged the suddenly reluctant teen through the fire, his mother following as soon as they were clear.

"I take it this is the one then, dragon?" He met his mother's raised eyebrow equitably.

"Apparently," he drawled, amused, then pulled Harry out of the room, and into his personal rooms. The large sofa in his sitting room was drenched with sunlight, and Harry immediately curled up on it, purring once more.

"Now, do tell me what book it was you found?" Draco inquired demandingly as he sat down nest to Harry. Harry looked up at him sleepily, but with steel in his eyes.

"I'll not be bossed by you, Draco. Better change your habits fast."

"Or what?" Suddenly he was looking into two very determined eyes, staring up at the boy perched upon his chest.

"Or I'll change them for you. You're mine, Draco. Don't you forget that. You're mine." And his lips descended demandingly onto Draco's. Draco fought briefly -there was a big difference between submitting in dreams, and submitting in real life!- but Harry ruthlessly overpowered him, forcing him to submit, hands pinned to either side of his head. Once he accepted the kiss, Harry moved away, kissing and nipping down his neck. "Mine." Draco gasped, overwhelmed by the intense feeling, and the vague recollection of a similar dream . . .

As in the dream, a passionate yet gentle kiss was his reward for submitting to Harry, who shifted so he was straddling over Draco, instead of crushing him into the couch. Draco moaned his appreciation of the move, then froze as Harry nimbly began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Mine," Harry growled again as he pushed the fabric aside, attacking his neck and collarbone, more licking and nipping than kissing it. Draco moaned again, and squirmed, unconsciously trying to direct Harry's attention to the parts of his body begging for attention. "So impatient!" Harry exclaimed as his hands released Draco's, and slid down his chest to toy with his nipples, rubbing and pinching them as he continued his attack on Draco's collar with his mouth. After a bit, Harry's mouth slid down to take one of Draco's hard nipples, and his hands slid down to wrestle with the button on his pants. Draco caught his hands, panicked. As annoying as it sometimes was, he quite enjoyed being a Dreamwalker, and his research had uncovered that a Walker who had sex before they were bonded usually lost their gifts. No one knew why, or what enabled the few who had retained them to keep the gifts.

"Want to mate with you," Harry growled, not stopping his actions, his voice sending a shiver through Draco.

"Not now."

"Mine."

"So you'll rape me, just because I'm yours?" he demanded. Harry froze, staring at him, horrified, before rolling off of him and disappearing through the door to the rest of the Manor. "Crap damn," Draco sighed, hurriedly fastening his clothing, and set off to find Harry.

When he found him 3 hours later -ok, one of the house-elves found him, once he finally broke down and asked them to find him- Harry was curled up on top of one of the bookcases in the library. Draco had no idea how he'd gotten there. Looking around, he found the ladder and pulled it to the shelf Harry was on. It had a weightlessness charm on it, but it was still awkward to drag it over, and Draco usually didn't bother, preferring to have an elf fetch whatever he was after. But he couldn't have Harry fetched. He had to fetch him himself.

"Harry?" The boy showed no sign of having heard him. He reached out a hand to stroke his back, and he flinched, as though expecting a blow. "Shh, Harry, it's all right."

"No it's not." The words were whispered so softly that he barely heard them, and Harry curled up tighter on himself.

"Yes, it is." Harry turned on him suddenly, eyes blazing.

"NO IT'S NOT! YOU'RE MY MATE, I'M SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOU, AND I ALMOST HURT YOU MYSELF!!" He jumped down from the shelf, making Draco wince before he followed him down.

"But you didn't. I wasn't saying I didn't want to, I meant that I had said no, and you kept going. I didn't mean to say you'd hurt me."

"But you didn't want to, you don't want me. Otherwise, why would you have said no?" Harry sounded so broken, so lost, that Draco immediately moved to hold him, but was pushed away. He sighed.

"I promise you, there's a good reason that does not include me not wanting you. If you'll calm down, I'll explain it to you." Harry looked disbelieving, but nodded, sitting on one of the armchairs by the fire with an air of 'I'm waiting' written all over him.

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haha. see? the chappie is longer. not alot, but it is longer. i just can't seem to make the chapters long on this one. i sowwy.

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on teh other hand, i need more reviews on this story, so you don't get another chapter until i get 15 reviews. because fav and alerting aside, i need reassurance that you like it, and any ideas you would like to see.