Chapter 17

*Warning: Probably contains typos and an unhealthy amount of...s*

Happy Birthday hopelessidealist!

TLA

Jacob rolled over in his bed as he felt the morning sun's rays across his eyelids. That wasn't a dream. Please tell me that wasn't a dream. Well, no sooner did the thought cross his mind, did he roll right off his bed. His bed was small, sure, but he had never rolled off of it before... Not when he had been sleeping alone anyways...

He peeked over the edge of the bed and noticed that his quilt was breathing. It wasn't a dream... Inner Jacob was chasing his tail around in circles. Yay!

He carefully got back on to his bed, trying not to move too heavily, and watched as Draco snoozed on. He has such a cute sleeping face! He reached a hand up to pull a leaf out of the silky blonde hair. They had run through the woods for hours it seemed, and when they got back to Jacob's house, the larger shifter carried a tired Draco inside and tucked him in right beside him. They fell asleep almost instantly, and Jacob couldn't remember a more restful night. He felt damn awesome!

Was it running with his mate through the woods, not having to worry about anything? Was it returning to his house and laying down next to his mate? Was it waking up next to his mate? He was sure that it was a mixture of all of these, but really, he knew It's Draco.

He smiled at the sleeping blonde and gently ran his hands through the silky hair. He really liked the dark tan of his skin against the pale color of Draco's hair. It was a nice contrast. His smile grew when he felt the blonde lean into his touch.

He watched his mate sleep until his damn stomach started growling really loud. Damn you, wolf metabolism. Damn you! Inner Jacob's ears and tail sagged dejectedly as real Jacob carefully removed himself from the bed and quietly slipped out of his room. He heard his dad in the kitchen and followed the noise.

"Good morning, Dad," he greeted, walking into the kitchen.

"Morning, Son," Billy replied with a smile, removing a carton of eggs from the fridge. "French toast or omelettes?"

Jacob plopped down at the table and thought about it. "Definitely French toast."

"I thought so," the old man laughed. "How many pieces do you want?" he questioned next, beginning to crack open eggs.

"You know I'll have at least five," Jacob answered. He shot a glance towards his room. "I'm not sure how much Draco will eat though."

Billy stopped mid crack. He looked his half-naked son up and down. "Draco is in your room? He came over and stayed the night in your room? With you? In your room?"

"Calm down, Dad," Jacob laughed. "You keep repeating yourself. And it's not like this is the first time he's slept in my room."

"Yeah, it's the second. But last time you slept on the couch," Billy shot back. "Did you at least use protection?"

"Woah!" Jacob exclaimed, horrified. "Dad! Really? For real? You're pulling that card out on me?" He shuddered; he thought after he hit puberty he would never have to have this kind of talk with his dad again. Ever. "We didn't use anything because we didn't do anything! We went running, got tired, and crashed. That's it."

"Hmm..." Billy mumbled, finishing the egg that he'd forgotten. He continued to crack some more. He believed his son; time for a change of topic! "Running?"

Oops... "Well, um... I went running. And Draco, he worked on walking. I helped. Um... It's really hard to do in the woods, maybe that's why we got so tired." Good save! Way to go Jacob!

Billy was surprised that his son would actually lie to him so blatantly. He found himself wondering, again, what Draco was making Jacob hide from him, his own father. "Well, go wake sleeping beauty up and see how hungry he is," he concluded.

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Paul woke up feeling great! He had had the most amazing dream ever! It was just... Just... Wonderful!

He almost felt drunk, but not the hungover kind of drunk. He felt a buzz, a warm tingly feeling all over. Compared to every other day over the last month he felt light. The crushing feeling of being ignored by his imprint was lifted and he couldn't imagine anything going wrong. He felt like he could roll out of bed and conquer the world.

He felt so good that he just had to lie in bed and enjoy the feeling. It was quite a relief after weeks of pain.

How could a dream change him so much? It was only a dream.

"But it felt so real..." He closed his eyes.

It was like he could still smell him, still feel him... That soft pale skin against his own dark skin. The almost painfully gorgeous face, flushed and looking at him with large green eyes...

He groaned and sat up. He had to see his mate as soon as possible! That dream would never come true if he didn't make things right, not that he thought he had been wrong. But his mate obviously had. He would apologize and even beg; he didn't care as long as Harry gave him a chance.

He needed to talk to Jacob because that lucky bastard and Albino were doing good as a couple. And Albino must know where Harry was.

He has to...

He stood and started pulling some clothes on.

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Draco yawned as a plate of French toast was placed before him. He stared at it for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Jacob questioned with a (Whole damn) piece of toast in his mouth.

"Nothing's wrong," the blonde replied with a smirk, "Besides your manners."

Billy laughed and Jacob swallowed his food before sticking his tongue out. "Do you not like French toast?"

Draco picked up his fork and looked down sheepishly.

"You know," Billy said, "I can fix you something else. You won't hurt my feelings."

"No!" the blonde exclaimed. "I-I like it..."

"Then what's wrong?" Jacob repeated.

"Nothing's wrong," Draco also repeated. "I was just thinking that the last time I had French toast... My mom made it for me..." He blushed.

So cute!

'Maybe he's not as bad as I keep thinking,' Billy thought with a smile.

Jacob ruffled the blonde's hair. "Eat up so I can take you home. Did you even tell your dad that you stayed?"

The Draco nodded. "I thought we could go to the beach today... Swimming with you was fun and last time a lot of things happened."

"That sounds like a good idea, Jacob," Billy said. "Swimming is a good therapy."

Don't have to convince me! "Sounds great!"

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Harry could not look at Edward as he was practically being force-fed a huge breakfast. He tried to think about anything and everything that was not his dream last night. Now that he knew Edward could hear his thoughts he had to be careful. That dream...

Edward looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

'Oh damn! I'm thinking about it!' He felt his face heat up as he ate a bite of eggs. 'Eggs... Dragons. Norbert... Hagrid. Hogwarts... Snape. Malfoy... Wolfshifter. Paul... Damn! The dream again!' Why the hell was he having that kind of dream anyway!

But it had felt so good...

Edward's eyes widened a bit as an onslaught of perverted sounds filled his head. It was Harry and the dog... The wizard's thoughts were very loud this morning. He continued to watch the black-haired teen, watched his face grow redder and redder. He tried his best to shut down his mental hearing because it was obvious that Harry's mind was preoccupied; it worked a little bit.

"Harry," he began. "When you're done eating, I'll take you to the Reservation. Okay?"

"I'm done!" the wizard exclaimed, putting his fork down. "It was delicous Esme! Thank you!" he called, knowing she would hear him no matter where she was in the large house.

Suddenly, Alice appeared. She held a bag out to him. "Take this," she said.

Harry looked at the bag skeptically. "What is it?"

Edward answered. "It's a bathing suit. She sees a clear day and warm, good for the beach."

"So do all of you have powers?" Harry questioned, taking the bag. He had learned that Alice could see the future and Edward could read thoughts. It had been a month and he'd just found this out. What else could they do?

Alice laughed but danced away. "Have fun," she called.

Edward shook his head with a smile. "Jasper can manipulate emotions," he replied. "Other then that, we're pretty normal."

"Yeah, I guess drinking blood, not sleeping, being strong, sparkling in the sun, and feeling cold to the touch is pretty average," Harry laughed.

"Let's go," Edward replied with a laugh as well.

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Draco was in Jacob's room again, waiting for the shifter to finish changing so he could help the blonde get dressed. Sure, he could magic the clothes onto his body but it was entertaining when Jacob flushed and fumbled around trying to help him.

Jacob turned towards the blonde who was sitting on his bed. He looks so good on my bed... Woah! Calm down.

"Will you help me now?" Draco questioned.

"You can't use magic?" Jaocb replied witha blush, not minding because he really did enjoy any excuse to touch his mate.

"I like it when you help me," Draco answered with a smile. He held his arms up. "I just need help taking my pants off."

This was very similar to that day on the beach. Jacob would help the blonde from his pants and be gifted with another glance at those creamy thighs... Those long legs... Down boy. He pushed any inappropriate thoughts away and helped his mate.

"Where did you get the bathing suit?"

"I transfigured them," the blonde replied.

"Transfigured?"

"Yes; it's a magical term. You know the shirt you lent me last night? I transformed it into some swimming trunks. It's pretty easy."

"Cool..." So basically, my shirt will be wrapped around that wonderful backside and... Inner Jacob was drooling so much that real Jacob actually wiped his mouth.

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When Paul got to Jacob's house he discovered that he was too late.

"Jacob and Draco are spending the day on the beach," Billy told Paul.

"Oh, so Albino is with him?" This was perfect!

"Albino?" Billy questioned with a laugh.

Paul laughed as well; he was still in such a good mood! "It's a nickname," he said. He began to walk off. "Thank you, Billy!" he called, jogging towards the beach.

Did Jacob feel this good around Draco? Did he have amazing dreams and wake up feeling like a king? He still couldn't believe how much a simple dream could change him. He had had plenty of dreams over the last month, why was that one different?

When he reached the beach, he looked to his left and then to his right, spotting the couple not too far off. He jogged towards them.

Jacob stiffened at the intruding scent, but he calmed when he recognized it as Paul. He knew that his friend had been having a really hard time over the last month. Jacob, thankfully, didn't know what it was like to have his imprint refuse him. In fact, Draco had been pretty accepting and open; it was almost easy for them it seemed. And he may not like 'the-boy-with-glasses', but he did wish the little rat would accept Paul. As long as the rat stayed away from him then he didn't care if he came around the Reservation, as long as Paul wasn't miserable.

"Jacob! Albino!" Paul called.

"What is he doing here?" Draco questioned with a glared. "I'm still waiting to kick his ass."

Paul plopped down next to them in the sand. "In your dreams, Albino," the other shifter replied with a laugh.

Woah. "You're in a good mood today," Jacob pointed out, confused.

Paul fell back into the sand with a happy sigh. "I had the most amazing dream."

Oh? Interesting... "Was Potter in it?" Draco questioned. He was willing to overlook the fact that Paul was interrupting their day on the beach because he was honestly curious about his imprint on Potter. How strong was their bond? Stronger than his and Jacob's? Could they share dreams? Wait. "Paul. Did you have a sex dream about Potter?"

They were imprints. Draco knew that imprints could only imprint on someone that would continue their line. He also knew why Jacob could imprint on him, the potion. And since Paul imprinted on Potter... Potter has to have the ability to get pregnant... And, if they can share dreams and shared a sex dream then... Of course Potter wouldn't know about sharing dreams or anything. Really, how does he get such decent grades? Granger must do his work for him.

Paul sat up and looked at the blonde. "How did you know?" he questioned.

"Just a guess," Draco replied, rubbing his chin in thought. He was definitely not a fan of Potter, but he did have to admit that the boy didn't know anything. He probably didn't even know that he had met his soulmate. He needed to know what was going on. He needed to know that he could bear children and that his dreams were just as risky as real life. But who would tell him? Not Dumbledore, that twinkle-eyed old man. Who? He had no wizarding family, and he was hiding here anyways so not like he could contact anyone, not even the Weasleys...

He was vaguely aware of the two shifters talking to each other as he came to a horrible conclusion...

I have to help Harry Potter...

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