Engagement Season; Chapter Six

Harry clambered onto his broom as soon as it was within reach. The dominants needed to be tested, he would not mate with someone who would be unable to defend their family. He barely escaped the reaching hands, quickly taking off and flying straight up. Two other brooms came hurtling out of nowhere, Harry just managing to dodge them. Good, there were at least two who were capable of a proper chase, two who may be worthy.

Harry took off over the maze heading for the castle, he'd just made it to the edge of the cordoned off area when the dominant who had been pacing him from above swooped low, forcing him down into the maze. Harry took a chance and forced his broom handle down hard, going into a steep dive, the two dominants quickly following.

He landed, quickly crouching down and turning narrowed eyes on his pursuers. The two dominants had also landed, standing just a few feet away from him. Harry watched as they eyed each other, before turning their gazes on him. He trilled low in his throat, enticing his two potential mates. They separated from each, circling around in opposite directions, herding the submissive into the nearest tent. Harry went easily; this is where he belonged. These two had earned to right to fight for him; but in the end, they will still have to prove themselves against him.

The dominants were visual opposites of each, light and dark, blond and brunette, fair and dark skinned. Both were tall and broad, strong, capable of protecting their chosen and child, their home. Their attention turned on each other once the submissive was where he should be. Crouching low, they assessed each other, looking for weak points. Without warning they rushed, the resulting crash sending them hurtling from the tent into a crowd of other dominants. They could hear the submissive in the tent, trilling, waiting for his mate. They fought, punching, kicking, and scratching, trying to force the other into submission. They tumbled to the ground, rolling over and over scattering the others. The weaker watching in awe, none would be capable of defeating these two.

The fighting dominants heard their submissive trill again, impatient. One used the momentary distraction to flip and pin the other, forcing him into the ground beneath him. He held the other immobile and growled lowly. The other struggled, searching for away to escape. The one above pushed down harder forcing the breath from the other. The other fell limp and trilled, he acknowledged his defeat. The victorious dominant gracefully flowed to his feet, also trilling, acknowledging his opponent before swiftly turning to enter the tent.

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Harry dazedly turned on his heel, taking in the fabric of the wall surrounding him, listening to the fight outside. For a moment, he couldn't remember why or how he had gotten here, but when he heard the growling outside, he closed his eyes and trilled low in his throat. They were fighting for him; his potential mates.

When the sounds of struggled stopped, Harry snapped out of the fog, forcefully pushing his instincts down. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat when the tall blonde form of Draco Malfoy stepped through the flap, pulling it closed behind him.

"Harry," the blond trilled low in his throat.

Harry took a step back, confused and a little afraid.

"It's ok to be frightened Harry, I'll take care of you." Draco stepped forward cautiously. It was obvious Harry didn't understand what was happening, the chase had been purely instinct on his part, and now that he was faced with one dominant, one dominant who had already half proven himself, he was afraid. "Come little one," Draco slowly extended a hand.

"Malfoy," Harry took another step backwards before frantically turning, searching for an exit. "Let me out Malfoy."

"Draco," the blond said softly. "Call me Draco little one."

Harry huffed indignantly, "I'm not little," he rasped out, eyes shifting momentarily. "What's going on Malfoy?"

"You are veela my little one," Draco grinned openly. "You lead us on a merry chase Harry."

Harry frowned, brow wrinkled in confusion. He hadn't noticed until now that he was slowly inching away as Draco, no, Malfoy, circled him; forcing him away from the tent flap. "But -I"

"You are veela my love, a powerful submissive. You called for us."

Harry shook his head frantically, "No…"

"Yes love," Draco smiled gently. He boldly stepped forward. "I can give you want you want Harry, what we both want. You deserve a family, children, our children, and love."

Harry's hands flew to his stomach, his eyes following as the intense desire coursed through him again. A child, carrying his child, his dominants child; the longing was so intense. He needed someone strong, someone worthy. His hand caressed his stomach, tracing Draco's hand when it settled proprietarily over his abdomen. Draco's hand… Harry gasped and tried to take a step back only to find himself unable to move, trapped in his dominants arms. No! His dominant still had to prove himself. Harry growled low in his throat and ducked without warning; sliding right out of those strong arms, before grabbing one of the dominants forearms in a small, but surprisingly strong hand, and forcing it behind the dominants back, while punching hard with the other hand, fist impacting with the dominants cheek.

The dominant growled low in response and forced his arm up, breaking the submissive's grip, turning swiftly to grab his mate, grappling with him. The submissive managed to slither away again, face and arms bruised and bloodied from their fight, and crouched low on the other side of the tent; the dominant trilled happily, proud of his chosen for forcing his dominant to prove his worth.

The dominant sidestepped, working himself across the room, never breaking the submissive's watchful gaze. When he was finally within arm's reach, he paused, then launched himself without warning at the much smaller male.

The submissive growled low, and took the hurtling body, forcing them into a roll, punching and scratching, rolling until he was on top. He was unprepared however for the dominants next move.

The dominant stealthily wrapped his foot behind the others knee, and placed a hand against the opposite shoulder. Waiting just a moment to make the submissive think he had won, the dominant then moved quickly, pulling against the knee with his foot as he pushed against the shoulder, rolling and pinning the small body under his.

The submissive struggled, unable to move before finally going limp; they were both covered in cuts and bruises, but the dominant had proven himself, he was strong, smart, he was worthy. The submissive trilled, relenting; he had found his mate.

The two young men came back to themselves, Draco smiling happily, swooping down to caress Harry's lips with his own. The smaller teen moaned, leaning up into the kiss. They broke away to breathe, and Draco continued with small chaste kisses, trailing them along Harry's jaw and down his throat.

Harry breathed deeply eyes closed, relishing the feel of lips tracing along his skin. His eyes snapped open when he realized what had just happened, and he stiffened.

Draco feeling his mate stiffen below him, and not in a good way, raised his head to meet Harry's eyes. "Harry…"

"Malfoy, Draco… I-I don't…"

"Please love, just give me a chance. Your veela has deemed me worthy; give me chance to woo the man now."

Harry's brow crinkled and he swallowed audibly.

"Five minutes Harry, just give me five minutes…" Draco trailed off dusting light kisses over his chosen's cheeks and forehead, whispering over the cuts and bruises from their fight, and inhaling his intoxicating scent, relishing the feel of smooth skin against his lips.

Harry's breath hitched, "Five minutes…" he agreed breathily. Before he had even a moment to consider what he'd just agreed to, Malfoy's lips were on his again, molding, caressing. Harry let out an unconscious trill and arched his neck, asking for more.

Draco breathed deeply to steady himself, then moved quickly. He surged to his feet, and bent down scooping the smaller body into his arms, and carried it to the wide bed. He gently lay his chosen down, and moved to straddle his hips. Draco braced himself on his hands and bent his head to kiss Harry once more.

Swept up in the feel of a strong body over his, and of soft demanding lips, Harry forgot about the 'just five minutes'. A large hand was tracing over his face, outlining the arch of his brow, and the curve of his cheek. The hand trailed down further, caressing his jaw, sweeping down the column of his neck then up to his ear. He felt a lock of hair being gently swept back, and then the lips moving from his mouth, trailing sensuous kisses along his cheek until they came to rest against his ear. "Let me love you…" a voice breathed, making Harry shudder in desire. He keened low in his throat and finally submitted.

Draco could feel the moment Harry gave in, and grinned in triumph. He carefully settled his weight against the small body beneath his, delighting in the feel of lithe muscles and hidden skin. He moved slowly, rubbing his hips against Harry's as he trailed his mouth back to plump lips, kissing the raven haired beauty hungrily, tongue and teeth, and need. When Harry arched his hips against Draco, the blond veela had to close his eyes and clamp down hard on his desire. Slowly, he needed to move slowly; his mate while having proven he was more than capable of taking care of himself, had also proven to be somewhat skittish when it came to giving into his desires; and Draco was determined not to scare him away.

He sat up slowly, never ceasing the movement of his hips, and moved his hands down Harry's chest, mapping the lean muscle, to tug at the hem of his submissive's shirt. He pulled it up and over Harry's head in one swift movement before bending down once more to capture his mate's mouth. He needn't have worried; Harry hadn't seemed to notice Draco taking his shirt.

The dominant moved his lips down, trailing wet kisses over his submissive's jaw and down his throat, stopping to lightly suck on the bobbing adams apple. The smaller male groaned and his hands flew up to bury themselves in his dominants hair. The dominant placed one last chaste kiss on the bobbing flesh before moving lower, to kiss over ivory shoulders then up to tease the sensitive flesh behind his mate's ear. His hands moved of their own accord, eagerly laying claim to soft skin, questing for sensitive areas. They finally traced down as far as they could go, their journey obstructed by cloth.

Draco silently sat up once more and waved his hand, their clothing instantly disappearing. He groaned long and low when Harry arched up against him, skin against skin, their erections sliding together smoothly. He looked up to meet emerald eyes, the large gems dominating his chosen's face, and flickering with desire and unrestrained lust. "Harry," Draco murmured. The blond veela moved to lay down, covering his mate with his body, elbows moving to support his weight.

Harry's eyes had rolled into the back of his head at the feel of his mate's skin sliding against his own. His legs came up of their own accord, wrapping themselves around Draco's waist, bringing them closer as he frantically moved against the strong dominant. "Draco, please, Draco…"

Draco laughed softly, allowing his mate to move as he wished. He moved slowly, sitting back on his heels, bringing Harry up with him, the smaller body clinging to his own. He cooed in the back if his throat, ecstatic when his mate threw back his head to groan loudly, and plead with him to move. Keeping Harry's legs wrapped around his waist, and his weight settled on his thighs, Draco moved one hand down to cup his mates bum, and the other up to cradle his head. Fingers slipping through dark silky hair, he gently brought Harry's face to his own, capturing his mates lips in a passionate kiss. He reached out with his tongue begging for entry, rewarded when Harry's mouth opened against his own. His tongue slid in smoothly, searching for its counterpart, finding the hungry wet muscle and caressing it. Draco explored his submissive's mouth from roof to tongue before coaxing Harry's into his own to do the same. The hand on his mate's arse, softly kneaded the silken flesh, moving to trace the sensitive crease as they breathed into one another.

Harry moved against Draco in wild abandon; how the blond could remain so calm he didn't know. Harry wanted, he needed… His flesh was on fire, flames sparking wherever Draco's hands trailed. When one large hand moved to cup the cheek of his arse, Harry let out an explosive breath. He needed those fingers that so gently kneaded his sinuous flesh, he needed Draco… When those fingers finally moved, tracing along his crease, Harry cried out. "Draco, please, please Draco… need, I need…," he shuddered in his dominants arms, unsure of how to tell his mate what he wanted… needed.

Draco pulled his mouth from the soft flesh behind Harry's ear. "Will you accept me Harry? Will you commit yourself to me, as I commit myself to you? Will you be my mate, my husband, the mother of our children? Will you love me Harry, as I love you? Will you submit?"

Harry stilled and closed his eyes breathing deeply before opening them and meeting the swirling silver orbs of the man who had fought for the right to mate with him, the man who had proven that he could take care of him and their future children, the man who had gently wooed him with fingers and lips. "Yes, I accept you Draco. I commit myself to you, as you commit yourself to me. I will be your mate, your husband, and the mother of your children. I will love you Draco, as you love me. I submit."

Draco met Harry's lips in a loving kiss. "Let me claim you love."

Harry nodded, resting his forehead on his mate's shoulder and tilting his head to the side.

Draco tenderly kissed the supple flesh where neck melded into shoulder, moving his lips over the sensitive skin. The hand tracing Harry's heated crease, moved lower, ghosting over the entrance to his mate's body. He massaged the little rosebud, willing his submissive's body to open for him. A whispered spell and a slick finger gently probed at his mate's tightly guarded virginity. "Let me in Harry," Draco murmured, "Let me claim you…" Draco gently slid his finger into Harry's welcoming heat at the same time biting down hard into the skin on the juncture between shoulder and neck, marking, claiming. He moved his finger, stroking his submissive's inner walls, searching for that spot, before finally releasing his bite. He lapped at the blood that welled, taking his Harry's life blood into himself, accepting the claim and marking himself as mated.

His finger continued to move, finally finding that tiny bundle of nerves and Harry went rigid in his arms crying out. "Dra-Draco, oh…"

Draco shuddered in pleasure, the noises coming from his mate fanning his own barely controlled desire. His cock hardened further, the beautiful pain driving him mad. Another whispered spell covered the rest of his fingers in slick lubricant. He laid Harry back down on the bed and gently added a finger, watching avidly as his mate moaned and writhed in need. When Harry began to push back on his hand, he added a third finger, and moved to grip his mate's straining erection, the submissive arching into his hand. The beautiful piece of flesh was heavy, throbbing and heated. He stroked the heavy cock, his fingers tracing over pulsing veins. Pearly seeds of come beaded on the head, gathering to trickle in rivulets down his straining flesh like tears course down cheeks. Draco bent his head down, lapping at the trail of come; Harry's wailed response echoing through the tent.

"Draco… please, I need, Draco. Oh gods, please, oh please…" Harry twisted his head back and forth on the pillow. His dominants fingers were driving him insane, constantly rubbing over something deep in his body, sending heavy jolts of pleasure up and down his spine. When Draco's other hand found his erection, Harry's back arched of its own accord. He didn't know whether to push back on those fingers deep inside of him, or up into the warm hand stroking his cock. Then he'd felt Draco's tongue, and his mind had shattered. He wailed long and loud. He was nowhere and everywhere. He was up and down, and he didn't know what direction to turn. "No, please…" he begged when those teasing fingers disappeared.

"Shh, love," the blond veela soothed his mate. Draco reached up to cup Harry's face with one hand, the other moving to grip a smooth thigh and bring Harry's leg around his waist. "Look at me Harry, look at me love…"

Harry opened tear filled eyes, meeting Draco's silver orbs. "Please Draco, please. I need you so much."

"I know love," Draco wiped at a tear with his thumb. He moved Harry's leg higher on his waist, and reached down to position himself, once again whispering that special little charm, this time coating his cock and Harry's passage. Draco surged forward, sliding past loosened muscles, coming to rest fully in the depths of his mate's body, heat curling around his aching erection.

Harry's inner walls clamped down as the raven haired beauty's body arched up, his head thrown back and his leg tightening around Draco's waist. "Ngh…"

"Mate," Draco whispered fiercely, "my mate, Mine!" He slowly, agonizingly, drew back out before thrusting back in, grinding into his mates flesh with a twist of his hips. He was rewarded with Harry's passion filled scream, and pulled back just to surge forward again, this time finding that spot inside of his mate. Harry bucked wildly against him, keening low in his throat. Draco continued to move, gripping Harry's hips to anchor him in place.

Harry's breath came out in hard sharp gasps, and his eyes opened revealing flame filled emeralds. He reached up and cupped the back of his dominants head and pulled down, urging Draco's lips to align with his own. The hands gripping his hips tightened as Harry drew his other leg up to wrap around Draco's waist. He shuddered when the new angle drew his mate even further into his body, crying out into Draco's mouth each time the blond veela's steel erection rubbed against that bundle of nerves. When Draco's hands left his hips to trace down his thighs, then back up, caressing the skin of his abdomen, then traced up to ghost over sensitive nipples, Harry cried out again; letting Draco drink his sobs of pleasure. He felt his world once again tilt on its axis, and his eyes fluttered shut.

Draco pulled his mouth from his mates, and leaned his forehead on Harry's shoulder as he continued to move; back flexing, sweat trailing down his spine. "Come for me love," he whispered in his mate's ear; and Harry did. His body shattering into a million pieces in Draco's hands, his cries muffled by deep sobs. And when Harry's inner walls clamped down his mate's cock, Draco followed him into oblivion, his seed filling his mate, his cock milked of all he had to give. With one last shuddering gasp, Draco collapsed on his side still buried deeply within Harry; the raven haired teen sobbing, clinging, to his dominant.

Draco pulled him close as his cock finally slipped from its home, and whispered soothing words of comfort, love, and devotion in Harry's ear. Rubbing his hands up and down Harry's back, reaching lower to lovingly cup his mate's bum.

"Draco?"

"Yes love?"

"I, I don't think I can move."

Draco laughed. "Just sleep Harry love. You don't have to move, and I'll be here when you wake up."

"Ok," Harry murmured before slipping away, completely worn out.

"I love you Harry," Draco whispered in the dark before succumbing to exhaustion.