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Author's Note - Just a little information that's not exactly necessary to explain this chapter, but I figured you might be interested. In this story, Ron was the one from Hogwart's who got chosen by the Goblet, not Cedric, so he's not dead, and Harry did not encounter Voldemort that year at all. Because I say so. Truthfully, he would have already been feeling more emotionally fragile because he was getting close to his first Transformation, and I wouldn't want to put him through that on top of everything else.

~Sweet-Hearted SilverEars~

Chapter 23 You Have Chosen Well, My Son

Lucius Malfoy looked up at the sound of a knock on the door, his gray eyes expectant as Dumbledore told them to enter and then withdrew a respectful distance away, busying himself with other business to give them privacy to talk.

The door opened and his son walked in, looking flawless as ever as he entered. Except that his cheeks were flushed pink and his lips were swollen. Clearly his son had been kissing someone. His penetrating eyes then when to what he had first thought was a girl clinging to Draco's arm, but was actually Potter. His cheeks were flushed and his lips kiss swollen as well.

Harry Potter. Gryffindor's so-called Golden-Boy.

And yet he had consented to be the object-of-affection of the obviously male Malfoy Heir. It did deserve some thought. Perhaps the Gryffindor's did not know him quite as well as they thought that they did. Not all of them at least. Then he noticed the boy's hair.

It was long, the braid reaching all the way to his waist where it was held together by the easily recognizable, to him anyway, magic of his son. According to the information that Severus had relayed to him from his son, this meant that they had Bonded already. Judging by their expressions, the Bonding had been fairly recent. How recent he couldn't tell, but definitely sometime within the past five days.

Despite this, the Bond was strong. One of the strongest that he had ever seen, if he were being truthful. The emotions behind the Connection must be very real. That also deserved thinking about.

"Father," Draco said politely, slipping his arm around Harry when the Gryffindor moved closer to him nervously, feeling him tremble against his side.

"Draco," he returned with a nod.

"This is Harry, obviously."

Harry actually relaxed enough at that to snicker quietly, blushing as they both looked at him questioningly. "Sorry. It was just the way that he said it."

Lucius nodded again, glancing back at his son. "Well, do I get a squeeze or not, boy?"

Draco smiled, nodding, releasing Harry to walk toward his father, surprised when the Gryffindor clung to the back of his robes. He obviously didn't want to get closer to Lucius, but he wanted to be separated from Draco even less, even if it was only by a few feet. Lucius hid his surprise well, enfolding his son in his arms and squeezing him gently.

Draco squeezed back, smiling at him a little. His father's lips curved slightly, and he nodded.

"You have chosen well, my son."

"Then you're not upset with me?"

"Not at all. I'm proud of you, Draco. I certainly could not have chosen a better Mate for you myself."

Draco's face flushed with pleasure at his father's compliment. "Thank you."

Lucius nodded again, turning his gaze to where the Gryffindor was still holding onto Draco. "Welcome to the family, Harry."

Harry gasped softly, his emerald eyes widening, shocking Draco and Lucius both when he actually threw himself into their arms, laying his head on Draco's shoulder and closing his eyes.

"Um, Harry can be very affectionate," Draco said with amusement after he had regained his composure, lifting a hand to stroke the top of Harry's head tenderly. "He actually purrs like a kitten when he's happy. It's really quite adorable. I think he's so affectionate partly because he's a Submissive and it's in their Nature, but I think that he mostly just wants to be loved."

Harry's head snapped up so that he was looking directly into Draco's gray eyes, his face flaming bright red as his lips parted slightly. "Dray!" he protested in embarrassment.

"Yes, love?"

"That's personal information that should only be shared between...um, you know..."

"Actually, baby, I don't follow you."

"Lovers..." he whispered softly, reluctantly. "You're the only one who has ever made me do the purring thing, and you'll be the last..."

They left Dumbledore's office about an hour later with a verbal invitation for Harry from Lucius to come home to Malfoy Manor with Draco for the Christmas holidays and bring a close friend or two if he wished.

"I suppose that you'll invite Granger and Weasley," Draco said, no hint of malice in his tone of voice at all.

"Ron, if he can come, sure, but not Hermione, no. Ron and me have sort of had a falling out with her."

"Really? Why, if I may ask?"

"Because she took Ginny's side instead of mine, and Ron didn't. Ginny wants to marry me, but they don't understand. I can't be with her because I'm not a dominant partner like I would have to be. Ron knows that I have to be with you. Because I love you. And because I can trust you to dominate me without hurting and abusing my submissive nature. I just want you to love me, and she can't do that. Because she's not you, and because she doesn't know me... Truthfully, you and Ron are the only two people that do, though. Of course, only you know my fully and completely, because you have had my body."

"Indeed. Should I be jealous?" Draco asked teasingly.

"No, not at all. We're definitely just friends, as you know because of my former virgin status. Besides, I'm fairly certain that Ron's decided that he would rather be a submissive then a dominant, and everyone knows that two submissives in a relationship doesn't really work all that well. Or two dominants, either."

"Are you serious?" he asked in astonishment, blonde brows arching inquiringly.

"Perfectly."

"I'm shocked. Has he decided who will be his dominant yet?"

"I believe so, yes."

"Any chance you'll tell me?"

"I will, as long as you swear to me by our love that you won't tell anyone."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes. You'll understand why when I tell you."

"Alright. I swear by our deep and abiding love for each other that I will not reveal to anyone what you're about to tell me. So, who is he?"

Harry blushed pink at the wording of Draco's vow, pleased.

"Victor Krum."

"The Bulgarian Seeker? How is that possible?"

"They've been exchanging letters ever since the tournament last year," Harry explained, shrugging. "Ron must have told him about how he was feeling, and then this thing with Hermione just pushed him over the edge. I'm sure they're going to see each other at least for a few hours at Christmas time, but they'll have more time together this summer."