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Chapter Five: Malfoy Manor (Hyper Harry is Hyper)

That night Harry was running around the common room like a chicken with its head cut off. Draco had owled his father during their lunch break, who had just owled back saying that the Dark Lord was interested in what Harry wanted. So, Saturday Draco and Harry were flooing to Malfoy Manor to meet with the Dark Lord. This of course had Harry panicking about what he was going to wear and what exactly he was going to say, hence the running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Draco chuckled and grabbed Harry as he ran by for the fifth time, pulling him into his lap, "You need to calm down my little kitten, he isn't going to judge you on what your wearing."

Harry squirmed around, "That still doesn't solve what I'm going to say!"

Draco tightened his hold, "Just tell him that you are interested in joining the dark side but under no terms will you do this that and the other, he listens very well when he knows you are more powerful than him, even though you can't control your powers."

Harry shifted in Draco's arms so that he could get a look at the other Cattersine, "He doesn't lord over you like you are some inconsequential thing beneath his worry?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You're joking right? He knows as a Cattersine I could easily rip him to shreds, or better yet reach into his mind and break his control over his powers. And you are more magically powerful than I am."

The black Cattersine sighed, "Okay, you have a point… But what if I panic?" He looked at Draco with big green I'm-a-cute-cat eyes.

"I'll be right behind you, supporting you the whole time." Draco rubbed soothing circles at the base of Harry's tale.

Harry nodded relaxing against Draco, "Are you going to help me with controlling my power?"

Draco looked down, "I can't."

"Why not?"

"My mental ability isn't strong enough"

"Then who will help me?" Harry was yet again giving Draco the I'm-a-lost-kitten look.

"The only person I can think of is Lord Voldemort." He looked down.

"Do you think he will help me?"

"Maybe, you can ask Saturday," Draco pulled Harry closer to him. "For now we should go to bed, we have classes tomorrow."

Harry nodded, "You're right."

Cattersines!

Saturday Morning:

Harry woke up when he rolled out of bed and, smack, onto the floor, "OW!"

Draco chuckled from where he was standing buttoning up a silver silk shirt, "Yes, the floor is still there, Harry."

Harry glared up at him, "Yes, I got that, no need to inform me." More gracefully than when he had woken up, Harry stood up and headed over to a dresser to steal one of Draco's shirts. "Do you think I should wear red or black?"

"How about green, it will look good with your eyes." Draco pulled out one of his favorite green shirts and handed it to Harry.

Harry promptly snatched it from him and buried his nose in the fabric mumbling, "It smells like you."

Draco smirked and gently pulled the shirt out of Harry's hands, "You need to put the shirt on, not smell it."

"But it smells like you, and you smell good." Harry looked at Draco with what Draco had dubbed his Kitten eyes.

"The only reason you think I smell good is because I'm your mate. Plus, you're a submissive; you can't control your need for your mate as well as I can."

Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco, "Yeah, but you can't say no to my cute kitten eyes."

Draco rolled his eyes, "That is beside the point. Now put the shirt on."

Harry snatched the shirt back from Draco and started to put it on, "It is not beside the point, it is the point! I might need you more than you need me, but I have you wrapped around my pinky finger."

"It's just part of the instinct."

Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco and waited for him to spell his cloths to fit him once he was dressed.

There was knocking at the door and Pansy's voice called through, "If you two are done bickering like an old married couple, Draco's father is here."

Harry and Draco shared a look before yelling at the exact time, "We were not bickering like an old married couple."

Draco added on to the end, "It's called flirting Pansy, try it some time."

The two boys could hear a small huff and then Pansy stomped off.

Draco turned to Harry, "Are you ready to go, Kitten?"

Harry looked down at himself and then sighed, "As ready as I'll ever be."

The two boys walked out to the common room and up to Mr. Malfoy, who was standing by the fire place with his arms crossed, "Took you two long enough, The Dark Long is waiting." He stepped into the Green Flames and disappeared. Harry and Draco Promptly followed.

They arrived in an office with a huge mahogany desk standing in front of them. There, behind the desk sat Lord Voldemort, who didn't look like a snake anymore. Actually he looked like the forty year old version of Tom Riddle.

Harry cocked his head to the side, looking incredibly like his feline cousin, "You look normal."

"Harry," Draco hissed, "That had to be the first thing you said to him?"

Harry swiveled his head around to look at Draco, "Well, considering that the last time I saw him he was a snake-faced humanoid, I figured that was appropriate"

"Harry…" Draco rubbed his temples and let out an exasperated sigh, "Sometimes I wonder if you are really seven."

Harry smiled mischievously, "Yup!"

Someone cleared their throat and the two boys realized they been having their conversation in front of the Dark Lord.

Harry turned back to look at the Dark Lord, "Anyways, you look normal, how did that happen?"

The Dark Lord looked up, "Well, the ritual's magic that brought me back wasn't quite done with the bringing back. I wasn't quite human at the time, now I am."

Harry nodded, understanding, "That makes since I guess."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "So you wanted to meet with me?"

Harry nodded suddenly, "Yup, I was thinking that I would join you, but not in the follower way. You see Dumbledore kind of pissed me off… and well I think it would be fun to bring him now."

Voldemort nodded, "Understandable."

"I have a few terms we need to go over first."

"And these terms would be?" He pressed his fingers together.

"I will not kill anyone. Anything that I certainly disapprove of, like the killing of muggle borns, will stop… and I have a say in the new Ministry laws!" Harry bounced on the balls of his feet.

Voldemort looked down and nodded, "You know we never wanted to kill muggle borns in the first place, just make them take classes about the magical world."

Harry smiled, "I approve!" Harry glanced back at Draco, who nodded encouragingly, "also, I was wondering if you would help me with my powers"

The Dark Lord's eyes grew wide slightly, "And what makes you think I would be able to help you?"

Harry glanced back at Draco for help. Draco nodded and stepped forward, "Your mental ability is greater than mine is, I had figured that in helping Harry control his mental powers you would be the best option.

The Dark Lord nodded, "I can see your reasoning. Fine, I will teach him."

Draco rested his hands on Harry's shoulder, "Thank you. Just know that if any harm comes to my Harry, there won't be enough left of your body for the Death Eaters to pick up."

Harry's head was spinning, Draco had just called him his!

The Dark Lord nodded, "I figured."

Draco smiled somewhat maliciously, "Now, if we are done here I'm sure you have some Dark Lord business to attend to." He pulled Harry out of the office who was waving happily back at the Dark Lord.

Harry turned and looked up at Draco who had one of his eyebrows raised in amusement, "You know, he isn't that scary now that he looks like a normal human."

Draco shook his head, "You haven't seen him when he is angry."

A mischievous look passed over Harry's face, "That sounds like it would be funny."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Not really. Come on I want you to meet my mother, she will think you are adorable."

Harry scrunched up his nose, "I am not adorable. Dangerous, dark, mysterious, maybe, but never adorable." Harry struck poses to prove his point.

Draco laughed, "Nope, you are definitely adorable."

"Nuh uh!" Harry pounced on Draco, trying and failing to tackle him to the ground. His tail twitch furiously as Draco wrapped his arms around him and held him in place. Harry struggled for a bit and then relaxed as he was surrounded by his favorite sent in the world; Draco.

"That is more like it." Draco mumbled into Harry's hair.

"How did you manage that?" Harry asked still completely relaxed against Draco.

"It's a dominant thing. We can secret hormones that control our submissive's moods. The reason we have it is because Submissives tend to be really hyper because of the amount of power they have." Draco rubbed circles on Harry's back enjoying the relaxed mood Harry was now it.

Harry hummed and then suddenly shot his head up to look at Draco, "That's not fair! You can control my mood but I can't control yours!"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "I remember you saying earlier that you have me wrapped around your pinky finger. That seems like a lot of control to me."

Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco, "I still don't think it is very fair that you can control my moods by just making me smell you. Especially because I'm practically addicted to your sent." Harry's eyes grew wide and he clamped a hand over his mouth, mumbling though his hand, "You didn't hear that."

Draco rolled his eyes, "It is perfectly normal for the submissive to become addicted to the dominant's sent. It's how we manage to rope the small, hyper, powerful, submissives in. Think of it like when a male bird is showing off his bright feathers in order to woo in the female birds."

"We aren't birds Draco."

"I know, this is just how a dominant woos in a submissive."

Harry scrunched up his nose, "So you're saying that you are seducing me with your scent."

"Basically," Draco let Harry go and grabbed his hand, "Now, come on! I want you to meet my mother!"