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Chapter 4: Revelations
Harry was stunned. No, more than stunned, his brain was comatose. Hermione and Ron asked him what was wrong multiple times as they headed to the great hall for their evening meal, but he brushed them off with a wave of his hand. He was the mate of an individual with creature inheritance. That was the only possible answer he came up with as he went over Professor Snape's lecture in his head. The dreams, the longing he felt in his chest – that had to be it. It had started on his 18th birthday, just as Snape had said.
Then another thought hit him – his strange reaction to Seamus bashing Malfoy. Did that mean Snape and Malfoy were his mates? He analyzed his memories of them in class; did they seem any different? He remembered catching Malfoy glancing at him once or twice – and the slightly surprised look on Snape's face when he walked in the room. Shit, they knew, didn't they? Snape had said that creatures identified their mates by scent.
Harry shook his head quickly as he sat at the table, where dinner was set out. To be bonded with Snape and Malfoy for the rest of his life? What would that entail? They were both snarky bastards, and he doubt that would change much, even if they were mates. But ever since he had realized he was bisexual he had admired their looks. The idea of being with them sexually didn't bother him in the least, but the thought of being romantically involved with them? He would have to think on this one.
Dinner passed by far too slowly for Harry, who just wanted to lie in bed and ponder his new discoveries. He glanced over at Malfoy, who was eating his own pudding and gazing into the bowl as if it would tell him life's secrets. Then, as if sensing Harry's stare, he looked up. Blushing, the brunette returned to his food, hoping he didn't seem too suspicious.
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Severus watched the exchange with interest from the teacher's table, wondering at the blush on Potter's face. Was it possible that the boy had realized the truth already? In that case, the boy – young man, he corrected himself – was more intelligent than he had given him credit for. He must have realized after Severus' lecture on mates – he must be having the dreams. But how had he realized that Draco and himself were his mates?
Had he felt anger when Mr. Finnigan had insulted Draco? If he had, that meant that he would be dominant over Draco and the protective nature would have come out. However, Severus knew that he would be the over all Dominant in the relationship – he already felt protective over Potter, a strong urge he couldn't fight. He knew that Draco, even being submissive, would feel protective over the both of them, but his instincts would be lesser as he was the bottom.
Knowing he would have to speak to Draco about all this as soon as they reached their rooms, Severus shook his head and bowed it back over his food to continue his dinner. He finished quickly and bid goodnight to the other professors before sweeping out of the room towards his quarters, beckoning Draco with his eyes. The veela quickly placed his glass on the table and stood, following Severus out of the hall and down to their home in the dungeons.
Severus knew that, as the knew DADA professor, he was welcome to move out of his home in the dungeons and settle in the other rooms, but he had found he was very fond of the rooms that had become his sanctuary, and did not wish to leave them. He also knew that Draco felt more comfortable in the lower levels, where he had always been. Gesturing for Draco to enter first after giving the password, Severus closed the door behind them as said blonde collapsed face-first onto the comfy sofa. Draco let out a deep sigh into the cushions.
"It had to be him, didn't it?" He asked as he rolled over while Severus fetched them drinks. "It had to be the bloody Boy Who Won't Fucking Die." He sat up when his mate passed him his usual red wine and took a sip as the vampire sat down, before placing his glass on the table and flopping back down with his head on Severus' lap. The elder man snorted at his antics, and he smiled softly at him in response. Severus shook his head but returned the small smile. Draco let out another sigh as he gazed at the ceiling, pondering how his life had come to this moment.
Severus shook his head once more, placing his glass on the table as well and running his long fingers through his submissive's hair. "What do you think of having him as a mate? Are you opposed to the idea?" He asked, wanting to know Draco's thoughts. Luckily for him, Draco always was very open with him.
"I don't know. He's handsome in his own scrawny, underfed sort of way. Even if I always want to fix his hair." Draco muttered, linking his fingers with Severus' free hand. "The idea of having sex with him doesn't bother me, but we only just made a truce, and I still don't know exactly how to handle being around him. How am I supposed to act around an individual who was once my enemy, then saved my life, and now is supposed to be one of my mates?" He asked, frustrated. Potter and Draco had come to reconcile their differences after the trials where Potter had fought for Severus and Draco's innocence. That had been before both Draco's and Potter's birthdays, so nothing had been known to Severus as of yet.
"What about you?" Draco said, looking up at Severus curiously. "What do you think about all this?"
"I think that after protecting both you brats for seven years it's amazing I didn't realize this sooner." Snorted Severus, glancing down at the young man on his lap. Draco chuckled. "I found that I care about him to a certain degree. Trying to protect someone from dying for that long will do that to a man. But he still irritates me to no end. I think, with time, it may work out. I also think that we should let him come to us, and," Severus coughed, "Perhaps try to be a bit nicer to the idiot." He said, picking his brandy back up and taking a deep drink.
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