Checking, checking, checking…Damn it! I still don't own Harry Potter.

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

Dream

Chapter 3: You're mine

Harry was in the kitchen, checking on the grand dinner that he was whipping up for the Dursley's. For whatever reason they had decided to have a feast like dinner. His aunt and uncle had made him cook steak with mashed potatoes, green beans, yams, rolls, salad, soup and a chocolate cake for desert. And he most likely wouldn't be able to taste any of it, but at the moment none of that mattered because Harry was in a good mood. He was actually happy. It had been about two weeks since the dreams had started and Harry was still unsure if they were real or something his mind desperately made up to keep him from doing something incredibly stupid but they worked. Angel, as he had started to call him, would appear and immediately wrap him up in his strong arms. He would pull Harry close and ask if he was okay, if he had been beaten that day and every time he said yes Angel would growl angrily and threaten to, "Kill the monsters that did this to you!" It had been a few days since Harry's last beating and he was feeling surprisingly good. His scars had healed up and his bruises were disappearing. He couldn't wait to fall asleep so he could see his angel again. It was the only time that Harry felt safe and loved.

"Hurry up with our dinner Boy!" His uncle shouted from in the living room. Harry could hear the television on the news channel.

"It's done Uncle Vernon." Harry called softly as he stepped into the living room. Harry set the table as the Dursley's filed into the kitchen and sat at the table. He placed their plates in front of them and then backed off. Harry cleared his throat slightly and his uncle looked up at him.

"What is it Boy?" He asked impatiently.

"I…I was just wondering if I might have some dinner too?" Harry asked hesitantly. His uncle began to get red in the face and he hurriedly added, "Just a small plate! I haven't had anything to eat in three days and…" Harry trailed off hopefully. It was silent as everyone looked at Vernon. Harry tensed. 'Fuck! How could I be so stupid! You don't ask for food Har-'

"Fine, fine. Just take some food and get out of our way. You are to stay in your room for the rest of the night." Vernon grunted, breaking Harry's train of thought, before turning back to his food and shoveling forkfuls into his mouth. Harry quickly put together a plate and headed to the stairs before Vernon could change his mind. Taking his plate up to his room he munched happily on some bread, beaming the whole time. His stomach was rejoicing at the food he had been given and Harry laughed softly. 'Now I have good news to tell the angel! Well, he might not see it that way but it is good news.' Harry thought to himself. He had food and he hadn't been beaten in a while, his life was good at the moment. He made it to his room and closed and locked his door behind him. Harry sat cross- legged on his bed with his plate in his lap.

"Maybe I can sneak back downstairs after they've all gone to sleep and swipe a slice of cake!" He said happily eating his potatoes. After he finished eating he placed his empty plate on the desk he had by the window and gathered some clothes for a shower. He unlocked his door, opened it, and immediately ran into Dudley. Harry gasped and tried to slam the door closed but he wasn't fast enough. Dudley forced his way into Harry's room and closed the door behind him.

"What do you want Dudley?" Harry asked trying not to let the strange gleam in Dudley's eyes scare him. Harry would be damned if he let Dudley beat him like his father did but he seemed to have something different in mind. Dudley looked him up and down and licked his lips.

"You'll know soon enough Potter. I want to talk for right now." Dudley said as he stepped closer to Harry. Harry took an answering step back.

"T-talk about what?" He stuttered. He didn't know why he felt so scared but his instincts were hardly ever wrong and right now they told him to stay away from Dudley.

"About you." Dudley said as he looked him up and down again and Harry shivered in disgust. He didn't like the animalistic look in his cousins eyes.

"Me? What about me?" He asked, dropping his clothes in fright as he backed up farther.

"I've seen the looks Harry. And the way you walk around and bend over when you're doing your chores." Dudley took three big steps putting him right in front Harry. Harry tried to scramble back but found himself already pressed against the wall.

"I d-don't know w-what y-your talking ab-bout!" Harry stuttered in fear.

"Oh I think you do. Harry." Dudley breathed before leaning in and pressing his lips forcefully to Harry's. He struggled against his cousin as hard as he could but Dudley was too big. Harry managed to turn his head and he gagged when Dudley moved his lips to his neck sucking and licking at his flesh.

"Stop! Please stop! I don't know what you're talking about." Harry pleaded trying to wiggle free.

"No." Dudley said. "You're mine now Potter. I've got you all summer and you can't escape." Dudley smirked evilly as he ran his hands over the front of Harry's pants. Harry froze and looked up at his cousin in terror.

"No. Please not that." Harry breathed. Dudley just smirked.

"We'll finish this later." He called over his shoulder as he walked out of Harry's room closing the door behind him. Harry immediately rushed over and locked it before sliding down to the floor in tears.

"Oh God!" He sobbed shaking his head. He couldn't let Dudley do… that to him! It would break him like nothing else has been able to. Harry tried to force himself to stop crying. He had been caught off guard this time but it wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't let that happen.

"I'd rather die!" He hissed vehemently. After that declaration Harry pushed himself off the floor. Harry took deep breaths trying to still the shaking in his hands and his frantically beating heart. He picked up his clothes from where he had dropped them and changed in his room. There was no way he was about to leave his room now. Harry climbed into his bed and shut his eyes tight, his whole body still shaking in terror.

'Please be there Angel. I need you tonight now more than ever.' Harry prayed silently that his angel would be waiting for him. He repeated the prayer in his head as he waited for sleep to claim him.

Draco was permanently floating on cloud nine. He had been sharing dreams with his beautiful mate, whom he had decided to call Emerald because of his eyes, for weeks and they were really getting to know each other. They were unable to tell each other their names and every time they had tried the dreams had abruptly ended and wouldn't start again until the next night, no matter how early in the night it was. His submissive had not been hurt for about a week now which made him even happier. His Emerald didn't deserve to be treated like that. His mother and father constantly laughed at him as he floated around in his bubble of joy but he couldn't care less. He was happy because his mate was happy. That's all that mattered. Sadly his happiness was about to be ripped away from him. It was shortly after dinner and Draco and his parents were in their music room. It was filled with different types of instruments. There were four violins, two cellos, a piano, three guitars, drums, a harp, two flutes, and a saxophone. Draco was playing the piano, his mother the violin, and his father the cello. The three different sounds blended together beautifully as they neared the ending of the song. There was a slight crescendo and then Lucius and Narcissa paused in their playing for the brief piano solo and… Nothing. There was no sound and the Malfoy patriarchs looked around in confusion. Draco was staring off into space with his hand on his heart and his parents shared a worried look. While a Veela searches for their mate they can tune into their mates feelings. Usually it happened at random or when their mate is feeling strongly. People could usually tell when a Veela was feeling his mate by the blank looks and a subconscious sign. When Narcissa felt Lucius she would unknowingly comb her fingers through her hair because hair was one thing Lucius was obsessed about. Lucius would rub his neck because it was one of Narcissa's most sensitive spots. Draco put his hand on his heart because his mate just wanted someone to love him for being himself. Lucius and Narcissa stood and rounded the piano to stand at Draco's side. They expected him to smile or laugh like he had been doing recently so when he screamed in rage, eyes turning silver, they were surprised.

"Draco! Draco what do you feel?" Narcissa asked sharply. Draco's eyes hadn't gone silver since the day after the dreams began and she was worried that she wouldn't be able to snap him out of his fury this time.

"He is terrified! They are doing something that he feels is worse than the beatings and he…" Draco sobbed, his eyes filling with tears, "He wants to die!" Draco wailed anguish clear in his voice. Lucius gasped and placed his hands on Draco's shoulders, squeezing tightly.

"Draco I need you to focus on your mate. Try to do more than feel their emotions. Get into their mind and find out exactly what is happening. Can you focus? Can you do that?" Lucius said. Draco's mate could not, under any circumstances, kill themselves or Draco would die too. Lucius' heart froze when Draco blanched and then gagged violently.

"Oh merlin!" He breathed. "His cousin. His cousin is, was, kissing him. Touching him!" Draco growled and glared up at his father. "I'm going to kill him. ALL of them." Draco vowed and Lucius, as a dominant, knew that nothing would be able to stop Draco from doing just that. Draco shrugged off his father's hands and stormed out of the music room. He made it to his room and slammed his door shut. He changed quickly into his pajamas and climbed into bed.

"Don't worry Emerald. I am coming. Just hold on." Draco whispered as he closed his eyes, evened out his breathing and forced himself into a deep sleep.

Angel sat up on the green bed that always appeared in the dreams and was instantly knocked back down as his mate launched himself into Angel. Angel's arms wrapped tightly around the sobbing teen and pulled him close.

"Emerald! What did they do to you? Where are you hurt?" Angel asked, frantically running his hands over the smaller teen searching for injuries.

"Oh God! Angel he… My cousin he s-said that I've b-been flirting w-with him! H-he said that I'm h-his for the r-rest of the sum-m-mer and that I couldn't e-esc-cape!" Emerald sobbed into Angel's shoulder. Angel growled and grabbed Emerald's chin lifting his face gently until their eyes met.

"Don't you dare listen to that fat bastard!" Angel growled. "You belong to me and I won't let anyone take you away from me!" Angel leant down and brushed his lips softly over Emerald's. Emerald gasped and Angel smirked before pressing his mouth more firmly against his Emerald's in a brief chaste kiss.

"You're mine." He breathed, looking deep into his Emerald's brilliant green eyes.

"Yours." Emerald whispered back, blushing slightly. Angel smiled down at him before shifting Emerald so that the younger boy was sitting between his legs, his back pressed against Angel's chest. Angel wrapped an arm around Emerald's waist and used his other hand to card through his black hair.

"I wish I knew how to find you." Angel sighed as he breathed in the heady scent of his beautiful mate.

"I wish I could believe you were real." Emerald whispered back. Angel growled softly and Emerald looked up at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry! It's just that… My life is pretty crappy, you know? So it's hard for me to believe that something this good could actually be real." Emerald explained quickly. He hated it when Angel was mad.

"I understand. It'll just take a little time for me to fully convince you." Angel said before changing the topic to something lighter. The two young teens talked about nothing and shared sweet, short kisses for the rest of the dream. Angel could feel the start of the pull that signified the ending of the dream.

"I love you Emerald." Angel said staring into pools of deepest green

"Love you Angel." Emerald whispered shyly, looking up at Angel through his lashes. Angel pressed their lips together in one last lingering kiss.

"Mine." He murmured.

"Yours." Was the soft reply and then darkness as they both woke up.

Sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the others. I've been a little busy with family issues but I wanted to get another chapter out. I promise to try and make the next one better. Thanks to all my reviewers! It really means a lot that you enjoy my story. Rate and review please! And anyone who has any pointers feel free to share. Until next time! Au Revoir.