Chapter 7: Protector

Disclaimer in earlier chapters

(This is still Draco's p.o.v but the next chapter will be in Harry's again.)

My father, mother and Severus came barging in and I relaxed slightly but didn't move from my position.

"I fire called Severus so he can heal your mate, will you let him by?" Father asked and I moved aside without hesitation having caught sight of his potions bag.

"Please help him." Draco whispered. Severus moved forward pulling various potions from his bag as he went. He spelt the potions into Harry, this being the easiest and quickest way to give potions to an unconscious person. He told Draco what each one was as he gave it to his mate so that the Veela would not attack him, something he was finding hard to resist doing in his overprotective state.

"Blood-clotting potion, blood-replenishing potion, two strong healing potions and a bone mending potion." Severus said, eyes never leaving his mates face. He ran a quick medical scan with his wand and sighed as he moved back. "That's all the potions his body can take right now. I will be able to more for him in the morning."

"Thank you." Draco whispered looking around at all three of them.

"We will support you and your mate Draco." His father said firmly.

"No matter whom they turn out to be." His mother added. Draco nodded once before focusing all his attention back on his mate. He was distantly aware of them filing out of the room as he stepped closer to his mate. 'My mate. MINE. Harry Potter is my mate. Muggles torture him, Voldemort and his Death Eaters try to kill him every year and he manages to get himself into life threatening situations every month, but he is mine to protect and cherish and be happy with. And I will do those thing and more!' Draco promised himself. Determination firmly in place he climbed into bed beside his mate unable to leave his side. Draco wrapped an arm protectively over his mate, gazing at him for a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek and settling down.

"Good night, my Harry." Draco whispered before following his mate into darkness.

Draco woke when he felt a sharp tug on his arm and heard a loud scream followed by a crash. He bolted up in bed, mind immediately going to his mate. He looked around frantically for the source of the noise and saw Harry huddled in a corner. Draco jumped up nearly falling of the bed in his haste to reach the distraught teen.

"Harry! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" He asked as he reached out a hand to help his mate off the floor. His mate flinched away from him, eyes wide with panic.

"Don't touch me!" Harry screamed and Draco froze. He watched as Harry scrambled up and took in his surroundings and shifted on his feet wanting to be closer to his mate to call him down. Harry's eyes snapped back to him holding Draco in his place. He saw when the emerald eyes filled with recognition and he felt nervousness settle in his stomach.

"Malfoy!" Harry shouted, eyes going even wider and before filling with horror as his breath hitched. "Oh gods. I'm gonna throw up." His mate moaned and then leaned over and did just that. Draco rushed over and placed a hand on his submissive's back. Harry jerked away from him and fell to his knees sobbing.

"Harry! Emerald please. Let me help you." Draco begged his mate as his breath started coming in short, harsh pants.

"Can't. Breathe." His mate gasped out looking up at Draco helplessly. "Angel I…can't…I can't…" His mate's eyes rolled up into his head as he tipped over. Draco caught him before he hit the ground. 'Oh God, please don't let there be anything wrong. I couldn't bear it.' Draco prayed silently.

"MOTHER! FATHER! SEVERUS!" He screamed as he cradled his mate close to his chest. He slowly lowered himself to the ground and pulled his mate into his lap just as the door was thrown open. They froze when they saw Draco sitting with an unconscious boy in his arms.

"Salazaar's Snakes! What did you do to the poor boy?" His mother demanded as she walked in, waving her wand at the mess on the floor and cleaning it up.

"Nothing! I woke up to find him huddled in the corner! He had a panic attack, threw up and then feinted." He snapped annoyed that his mother would even think that he could have hurt his mate. Severus knelt down next to him and swept his wand over Harry's body to diagnose his injuries. He began pulling out various potions from his cloaks pockets. "What's wrong with him?" Draco asked tightening his hold on his mate.

"I am guessing that all of his memories of last night came rushing back all at once and he went into shock. He will wake up in a few minutes though so you do not have to worry." Severus answered.

"Yes, I do. He's my mate." Draco replied glancing down at his submissive. He went into overprotective mode when Severus started spelling different potions into his mate.

"What. Do. Those. Do." He growled, glaring at the man so he wouldn't get any funny ideas about harming his mate, which really wouldn't be funny. At all. And would result in his death. His agonizingly painful and horrifically slow death. His parents shared an amused glance but were prepared to step in if Draco felt the need to attack.

"These are nutrient and healing potions that should speed up his recovery." Severus explained as he sent a small glare towards the Veela. "I would expect you to be able to recognize them. You were priding yourself in your exquisite potions skills and such just a few days ago." He drawled sarcastically.

"Yes, well we'll just wait for your mate to be in life threatening conditions and then quiz you on every bloody potion." Draco snapped back ignoring his parents amused chuckles. They all quieted at a small moan from Draco's arms as his mate began to stir. Green eyes flew open and darted from face to face as he began to hyperventilate.

"Shh, you are safe now Harry. Those bastard muggles can't ever hurt you again." 'Seeing as we killed them' Draco thought. "That's it. Relax submissive. Your dominant will take care of you." Draco cooed into his mate's ear and slowly Harry relaxed against him, green eyes staring into his own silver ones.

"Angel?" His mate whispered in confusion. Draco smiled.

"Emerald?" He whispered back. His mate's brows furrowed in thought and he reached up to smooth out the wrinkles that appeared.

"No…" He said slowly. "You're Malfoy? But that can't be right. Angel said he would protect me but he's you and you hate me-" Draco interrupted his mate with an angry growl.

"I DO NOT HATE YOU." He spoke clearly so that none of his words could be mistaken. A hand on his shoulder calmed him slightly and Draco gazed up at his father.

"We will leave you two to talk things over. Do not scare him Dragon." His father said before all three left the room closing the door behind them. Draco turned back to his mate and was flooded with guilt when he saw the fear and confusion clouding his eyes.

"An-Drac…Angel. Are we dreaming?" His mate stumbled over his name and Draco couldn't help but find him cute.

"Everything you remember, no matter how much I wish otherwise, is true." He said gazing sadly down at the pale teen in his arms. His mate closed his eyes looking ill.

"So my Uncle really…" He trailed off and Draco could only nod, throat to choked with anger to answer. His Harry started to cry, taking his silence as an affirmation, large crystal tears slipping silently down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, so sorry that I could not reach you in time to stop him." Draco apologized in a soft, anguished voice as he tightened his arms around his submissive. Draco unwound his arms from his mate's waist in preparation of standing up and was nearly knocked back when his mate threw his arms around his neck.

"Please don't leave me Angel! I need you. Can you please just… just stay and hold me?" His mate sobbed out.

"For as long as you need." He promised as he stood and lifted his mate into his arms. He carried him to the bed and set him gently down before climbing in beside him. His mate curled up against his side and they lay in silence until his sobs stopped. Draco thought he had fallen asleep until he heard his soft voice.

"Why do I feel so comfortable with you? I should be afraid because of what my…" His mate trailed off and Draco rubbed his back soothingly. "But I'm not. I feel completely safe in your arms." He whispered in something like awe.

"It is because we are mates. I am your dominant and you know subconsciously that I will protect from any threat when we are together." Draco whispered before pulling his mate closer. "Now sleep. You need to rest and heal."

"Yes, Angel." His mate whispered before laying his head on his chest and drifting off. Draco lay awake marveling at how well Harry had taken the news. A small voice in the back of his mind told him that he was taking the news so well because he was in too much shock to grasp what was happening. Draco told the voice to shut up and closed his eyes to drift off with his mate.