Chapter Twelve – Meet the Parents-Grand that Is!
Draco is in pure heaven; he pleased his mate evidence by purring and the lazy fingers running through his hair after their combined orgasm. He did not want to move Harry felt perfect beneath him. Draco slowly moves up Harry body placing tender kisses as he goes. When Draco reaches Harry's mouth, he nibbles on his lower lip drawing pleasurable moans from his mate. Lifting his head Draco looks into Harry's eyes they are glowing. Draco has always thought Harry was sexy. But at the moment looking so wanton and debauched all he could think is that Harry is the most beautiful he has ever seen.
"You are so damn sexy," Draco whispers against Harrys red heart shaped kiss swollen lips. "And you are all mine."
Harry's face turns red, blushing at Draco's compliment. "You thought I was sexy back then?" Harry asks softly. Draco nods his head yes, smiles their bond is already forming. Soon not only will they hear each other's thoughts but also they will be able to speak telepathetically to each other. Some Veela's can feel each other when they are in danger.
"I told you it was one of the reasons why do you think I use to torment and tease you so much. I really hated that you chose Weasley and Granger over me. Granted I did not know you in Madam Malkin's shop, but when I saw you on the train again, I felt drawn to you. Deep down I don't think I ever hated you, Harry."
Harry is surprised to hear Draco confession. All this time he thought Draco hated him. Gods the amount of time they wasted, Harry reached up and caressed the left side of Draco face. "I won't lie to you Draco. In the beginning, I hated you because you insulted Hagrid, who was the first person that had ever shown me any kindness. Then you did it again, on the train when you did the same thing to Ron. But, my feeling started to change when I hit you with the Sectumsempra spell" he says getting choked up. "After, I ran from the bathroom, and I felt so guilty I didn't know what to do. I did not want you to die." A tear fell on the side of Harry's face mingling with his hair, and Draco wipes the tear away. "But I kept telling myself that you deserved it. But something deep inside me was crying out in anger for what I did to you. I couldn't understand it."
Harry continues caressing Draco face as more tears pools in his eyes " I am so sorry, I know saying sorry doesn't fix the scar I gave you. But I can promise you this I will never hurt you like that again. Now that I have you in my life I cannot see my life without in it. When I said that spell I did not know the damage, it would cause. Please believe me."
Draco reaches up with both his hands and cups Harry's face. "I forgave you the minute it happened." Harry gets ready to say something, but Draco stops him. "I was dealing with my own issues. I overheard something one afternoon while at the Dark Lord's Manor that involved my parents. The Dark Lord ordered my parents to seduce and kill a prominent French Diplomat. If my mum and dad did not get, the Diplomat to join his ranks."
Draco stops taking a deep breath before he continues. "If my parents failed, he would have my mother raped and killed while my father watches before he kills him. Then he would have turned me over to one of his more ruthless Death Eater, who will make me their slave.
"Oh Draco," Harry whispers in shock. "I-I- don't know what to say."
"There is nothing you can say," Draco tells him. "Harry I was ready to die, my parents at the time was the only thing that mattered to me. And if they failed, that monster would have taken them away from me. But I am glad they did not fail, I am not sure how they did it or what they did but I am still here, and so are they." Draco lays his head on Harry's chest. "While I laid on the wet bathroom floor dying a voice whispered in my ear and told me it was not my fate or my time."
Harry gasps and lifts Draco's head off his chest. "What did the voice sound like?"
Draco's brows crease together in a frown, "I-I don't know how to explain it. It was sweet and calming." Confusion shows on his face. "Why?"
"I-I don't know if you will believe me if I told you," Harry begins.
"Try," Draco encourages.
"I think I encountered that voice, as a matter of fact I think I have spoken to her, it or them," Harry tells him. "It is hard to explain, they had two faces, a male and a female and one head and body. Their faces were side by side and connected."
Both Draco and Harry are silent as their minds go through the possibility of who the voice could be.
"Neville thinks it was fate," Harry says after a few minutes.
Draco's eyes widen in shock, "Harry, only a handful of wizards and witches had records of meeting with fate and lived to tell the tale. And she, he or they looks nothing like what you are describing."
"Then who the hell did I meet? Who the hell held me while I cried?" Harry ask in utter wonder.
"I don't know Love, but we will figure it out together." Draco turned his head and kissed Harry palm still holding his face. There was so much affection, lust and want in Draco eyes no one has ever looked at him that way Harry did not know how to feel.
"I like that," Harry whispers.
"What,"
"That we are together, I don't feel so alone anymore. Between you and Neville, I will never be alone again." Harry tells him.
"I'm sorry I was such a shit to you, and I can understand your instinct is to attack first ask questions later. We are always at each other's throat, throwing hexes and anything that came to our minds at the time. I don't blame you for what you did. Like I said I was going through my own issues."
"I'm going to kill him Draco," Harry says. "He's hurt too many people I care about."
Draco takes one of Harry's hand that cups his face, "Listen to me, you do not have to kill him if you do not want to, he is not worth the balm that will be on your soul." Draco tells him, and then his brows crease together again. "And, what's with you and Longbottom. Last time I checked the Weasel and Granger are your tagalongs?"
Harry begins to chuckle, he could not believe Draco is jealous of Neville wait until I tell him. "Are you jealous my Dominant?"
Draco raises an eyebrow, "Do I have anything to be jealous of?"
"You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Neville," Harry tells him
"I hope so Harry Potter soon to be Malfoy, Longbottom as gotten a bit muscular I doubt I can take him in a fight. But for you I will my damnedest."
Harry stops chuckling, "Say that again," He asks Draco there is a hitch in his voice.
"What, Harry Potter?"
"No, the Malfoy part." Draco is silent for a minute staring into Harry's face. "Please Draco, I need to hear it."
Draco leans down and places a gentle kiss to Harry's lips, "Harry (kiss) Potter (kiss) Malfoy." On the last kiss, Harry grabs the back of Draco's head and holds him down for a longer and more intense one. This kiss said all the things Harry could not say with words, thank you, I'm sorry, and possibly I love you. Harry can feel Draco saying the same thing back to him. They belong together, and Harry belongs to Draco as much as Draco belongs to him.
Slowly they pull away from their kiss and Harry gaze up at Draco "You were right you know."
Leaning down to nibble on the space behind Harry's ear, lightly using his fangs to nip at Harry earlobe he gasps when Draco, scrapes his teeth on a very sensitive spot. "About what?" For a second Harry forgets what he is going to say. Whatever Draco is doing to him was turning his brain into mush.
"Mmmm" he moans "…y…you were right when you told me some families is not to be trusted." At that Draco lift his head quickly to look into Harry face.
"What happen Baby?"
"I don't want to talk about it right now, and I don't wish to ruin the pleasant mood. Just know that you were right all along." He tells him.
Draco did not want to ruin the mood either, but he wants to know what was going on with his mate. He eased his body off Harry and then sits up straight on the sofa. "Look," he says, "I don't want any secrets between us. As the dominant in the relationship, I can order you to tell me what's wrong. But, I'm not going to do that. I want us to have an open and honest relationship, not one built on secrets."
Harry lays there for a minute marinating on what Draco just said. He could not keep all his secrets from his mate. Sooner or later Draco is bound to find out everything that has been going on. And, Harry did not want Draco to be caught off guard. He just did not where to start or what to tell Draco.
Should I start off by telling Draco that I am the heir to Slytherin, and once they are bonded by proxy he will become the Heir to both Slytherin and Hufflepuff house. Or should I start with the fact that Dumbledore is not only trying to kill him but the people he considered family have been stealing from him, and is also helping Dumbledore in his desire to kill me. Oh, let's not forget your father is also helping me kill Voldemort and by now your mother is in on it and you are the last you know. Harry did not know where to start, and absolutely he did not know which part of his story will set off Draco's Veela into a rage.
Harry calls out to Lady of Hogwarts. "My Lady," He says. "I am ready to see my private Chambers. I think it is time my mate and I speak without eyes and ear watching. Please show me the way."
"Harry, who are you talking to? And what chambers are you talking about?" Draco asks in confusion. Before Harry can answer a door appeared in the center of the room. Without hesitation, Harry got up righted himself made a motion to step through the door. But, a hand stops him.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Draco yells.
Harry asks softly, "Do you trust me Draco?"
"Before today I would have said no. But, right now in this minute I can only be honest and say I don't know."
Harry can respect that answer. He and Draco have been enemies for so long. Trust is something they will have to learn to build on. "Please trust me this one time, what I have to say I cannot risk anyone coming up here and overhear it and run back to the Headmaster."
"And what we just did was not risky enough to be seen?" Draco says with an arched an eyebrow as he moves closer to Harry.
Harry cheeks pink a little, "It was," He murmurs going to his toes to kiss the taller boy quickly. "I blame it all on you the way you touch me makes me forget my common sense. Please, Dray, trust me."
Draco looks down at Harry, puppy dog eyes. And he knows when his sweet mate looks at him that way he is a total goner and will do anything Harry wants. Shit, I'm so fucked. Taking a deep breath Draco realize he did not have any choice, he will have to trust Harry sooner or later. He takes Harry's hand and tells him to lead the way.
As soon as they step through the door it vanishes from the tower. On the other side, Harry and Draco step into a room that is decorated with green, silver and a sprinkling of black. There is a house elf standing in front of them, and he is dressed in a crisp white shirt the Slytherin insignia on the left corner pocket. The elf's shirt is paired with a black pants. Draco is not sure what to think of all of this, and he knows they are still at Hogwarts but where is the question.
Draco watches as the elf bows in greeting "Greetings young heir, I am Sprite your personal house elf. I and the other elves have been waiting for you and your brother to arrive. All of your belongs have been moved to your room and that of your Consort. Magnus your Consorts personal elf has made sure that there is tea waiting for you in your personal library." Draco turns to look at Harry, and he does not look surprised by all of this. Draco wonders why it is that Sprite speaks clearer than all the other elves he encountered?
As soon as Sprite said that Magnus appears and also bows showing his respect. He was dressed the same way that Sprite the only difference he has the Hufflepuff insignia on his left corner pocket.
" Also," Continues Sprite. "Your grandfathers would like to have a word with you before you present your mate." Draco hears Harry curse. "If there is anything else you need, young Heir and Consort please call." The elves pop away from the room silently leaving Draco and Harry alone.
"Umm…Harry, Love, what the bloody hell is going on?! Draco questions. "And who are your grandfathers?"
Harry did not know how to answer that question as of yet. I guess I need to see what my grandparents want before I tell Draco everything. He turns around and looks at a very confused Draco. Harry reach up and kiss Draco hoping to delay pretty much talking about everything for now. He pulls away from their kiss reluctantly. Harry can easily drown in Draco's kisses and die a happy man.
"Give me a few minutes to see what they want and I promise I will tell you everything," Harry says to Draco.
Draco looks down at Harry assess his facial expression"Promise me you will not leave anything out, and I will let you go and talk to whomever you need to."
"I promise, I don't want to keep anything from you Draco. I want us to be open and honest with each other. Always."
Harry pulled away from Draco and walked down the hall to his personal library. How Harry knew where it is, was a miracle. It is as if he had been here before and remembers where everything is. He reached his personal library there was an intricate design on the door it was a combination of a lion and a snake. They seem to be moving if you look too closely. Harry looks down and realize he does not have a shirt on. He quickly conjures a t-shirt, then steeling himself he walked into the room and gasps for breath.
The room is massive and rival that of the regularly used by Hogwarts students. Windows are surrounding the whole room. A large chocolate desk sat in the center of the library. In the far left corner is a fireplace with leather wingback chairs stationed in front of it. On the mantle sits the moving pictures of Salazar and Godric together. They are looking and smiling at happily at Harry. They look just as beautiful and handsome as when he saw them last.
He did not get to examine the room any further because his grandfather's beckoned him closer to them. "Come closer my young heir," Godric says to him. "We wanted to have a chance to speak to you before you introduced your Consort and Mate."
"You must be wondering a few things," continues Salazar "for instance how did we know you found your mate? And how did we know that you were here? Harry nods his head. "Quite simply put magic!" He says with a smile.
"Our magic is still and will continue to be infused in the castle. Also, a very special Lady has been keeping us abreast on what is going on you and your brother." Says Godric. "Excellent idea using the goblins to invoke a blood brotherly bond between you and young Neville." Salazar and Godric's proud smile made Harry blush.
Salazar expression becomes serious. "You are about to bring many things to light young Harry, and you are going to need people you can trust around you," He warns. "We can only protect you and young Neville as much as possible. But you will need the strength of your mate to carry you through the next phase. I know that it is asking a lot of you but to bring Hogwarts and the Wizarding world back to what it was and built depends on your brother and your mates. Do not be afraid to ask questions, Harry. Do not be afraid to take risks to protect those you love. And most of all my grandson do not be afraid to lean on the help of other's that is around you."
The mood in the room becomes somber; Harry did not want to think about what he will have to do in the coming weeks or possibly months. He wanted to enjoy the moment that Draco did not reject him.
"Now on to more pleasant things, let's meet your mate," Salazar says breaking the tension in the room, a friendly smile is on his face. "And, I promise not to let Godric interrogate him…too much."
Oh, Merlin, Draco is going to run or faint the minute he meets them
Harry smiles then nod his head. He walks out of the room to get Draco, who is standing in the hallway. Draco must have followed Harry. They looked at each other and Harry suspects that he heard their conversation.
"What did you hear?" Harry asks him.
Draco shakes his head "I could not hear your conversation. Nor, could I hear anything from you mentally, and that worried me a bit. So I followed you to this room and waited for you to come out. Harry, what's going on? I know tonight we only just established our relationship, but Harry, I feel like so many damn secrets surround you..."
Harry stops him by placing a finger on his lips before he continues with his rant. "Draco, I promise you I will tell you everything tonight or as much as I can in one night. I won't hold anything back from you. Just please be patient. Okay."
Again, Draco had no other choice but to concede to Harry's request. Harry, pulls him through the door, the room he steps in is enormous. Either he spoke put loud, or Harry must have heard his thoughts.
"I know it's bigger than the school library," He says with a giggle. The Ravenclaws would be jealous if they saw this."
"Well, who do you think built it?" Says a voice from above the fireplace. When Draco turns to the voice, and could not believe what or whom, he is seeing. Sitting in the frame is one of the most beautiful Veela other than Harry, of course, he has ever seen. Beside him was a fierce looking lion, that Draco is sure he would never want to tangle with. The odd thing is the lion's eyes seem to be either smiling, but his lips are curled in a menacing growl.
"Draco, Love, may I introduce you to my many great grandfathers, Salazar Slytherin, and the lion trying to scare you is Godric Gryffindor."
Draco is so shocked he did not know what to say. He is sure he is embarrassing himself standing before Salazar Slytherin with his mouth hanging open. The first thing Draco realizes is that Salazar looked nothing like pictures in the books. The second is what Harry said, grandfathers, not founders! What the hell?
"Why do you insist on scaring every one of our children's mate? Change back this instant." Salazar says to the lion with irritation in his voice. "Please, young Consort do not heed Godric antics." Salazar continues unaware of Draco's shocked expression.
Godric changes back. Come on Sal," Whines a new voice. "Why do you insist on ruining all of my fun. You did it when Cassandra brought her intended, and you're doing it now." Godric continues to complain. He then turns to Harry and Draco, "Just wait for it young Consort, soon Harry will ruin all your fun once you have kits he won't let you scare their mates or intended." He says with a pout.
"Oh, quit your bellyaching don't you see that Harry has things to discuss with his Consort, and you're complaining about trivial things." Salazar snaps at his larger mate. Draco watches the scene in fascination. They act like his mum and dad.
"Embarrassing, right?" Harry whispers close to his ear. Draco nods his head in agreement still in a daze.
"Trivial, Sal my Love. I only want the young Consort to understand that if he hurts our young Harry not even death will save him." The glare Draco received from Godric had him almost pissing his pants. The man's eyes glowed, and Draco could have sworn Godric roared like the lion he was only a few minutes ago when he threatened him.
Finding his voice, or he prays he did Draco responds. "I do not plan on hurting Harry now or ever," He assures them. "On that, you have my word as a Malfoy, and it's Heir," Draco says with as much courage as he could muster he place his fist over his heart and bows in respect to the founders and his promise.
"That is all we ask of you, young Consort." Salazar begins. "He has been hurt enough." That is the second time Draco has heard that in one night. Frist from Severus and now from Salazar Slytherin. Who could have hurt my mate? "We leave him in your care because if you do hurt him I can promise you Godric will not be the only one you need to worry about," Salazar says drawing his attention back to their conversation.
Draco nods his head he accepted their warning and threat; Draco asks the next thing that pops in his mind. "Why do you call me young Consort?"
"Because that is your title," Responds Salazar. Draco did not understand what the hell Salazar Slytherin could be referring to, maybe he is as mental as the books say.
"You are the Consort to one of Hogwarts heir and also the proxy Heir to Hufflepuff."
For another moment that night Draco is shocked. And as a Malfoy did the noblest thing he could think to do. He walks over to one of the wingback chair sitting in front of the fireplace and faints.
"At least he didn't fall to the ground like his father did," Is the last thing he hears before everything in his world goes black.