Chapter Nine:

Caught At Last

Potter was everywhere. It was driving Regulus mad. He would sit down in the common room and he would suddenly see an image of Potter in the newspaper, or he would be bathing in the Slytherin showers and see tiny picture of him lying around on the floor forgotten. It was driving him mad. His Veela though was quite happy every time he crossed the Gryffindor in any form. It would hum in his mind. He even gained a stupid habit of collecting all the pictures and memories he had of the man. Well he did the same for the blonde but he was more understandable since he comes to the common every so often. This been going on for a week!

But that wasn't the worst of it. The two were getting bolder every time. Now they sat just a few seats from him and his best friend eating. Potter made sure he was in Regulus's line of sight. He couldn't concentrate on his food nor on his friend. His creature was so close to the surface and all his energy was going into keeping it in control. His mates were purposefully being more handsy with each other and it bugged him even more. How dare they show affection like that in front of him. They were shoving it in his face that he would never get what they got.

He had a complex. He wanted so bad to give into them and become theirs but he couldn't bring himself to do it. So, he just glared at the happy couple but tried hard to ignore them at the same time. He shifted his focus to his friend who was telling him a story but jumping halfway in was hard for Regulus. Sighing he just went back to his still full plate and picked at his food. Regulus will not let them get the better of him.

Regulus got much better at avoiding the two other males. He became the master of evasion after a few days since he made sure he would go places they would not show. Though every time he caught Potter's eyes all he could see was a predator closing in on his prey. He almost always wore a dark smile that looked like he was planning something vile and it involved him.

After two weeks straight Regulus's stress was hitting an all-time high. He would flinch at every sound. Jump at every point of contact. Doze off in the middle of lectures. It got so bad that sometimes he forgot to wear his glamour and would almost make it to the Great Hall before he realized. Other times he would let himself just stare longingly at his intended even when they noticed before snapping out of it and running out of the room. He felt like he was going to explode.

It was a Friday night when it happened. Regulus was sitting comfortably, or as comfortably as you can get, on the hard stone floor of the astronomy tower. He was there to get himself together. To reorganize the dysfunctional mind caused by none other than Harrison James Potter. He was in full Veela form allowing his wings sometime to stretch and feel the gentle night breeze. It felt nice to feel the wind weave between the black and blue feathers that decorated his back. Finally, he was at peace of mind with his Veela counterpart distracted by his wings. It cared not for its human counterpart's problems.

That was until he felt a warm hand touch them. He turned and bared his teeth at the man who deemed it a good idea to touch what was not his. Instantly he recognized the glowing golden eyes. He heard himself hum at the man who continued to assault his wings. It was euphotic to feel the man's hands caressing his wings that he almost allowed himself to get lost in those feelings but his conscious mind snapped back and instantly retracted his wings and glared at the monster before him.

"Did I say you could put away your wings, my little rebel?" The voice spoke still staying the shadows of the dark room.

"You don't control me," Regulus squeaked. He hated how high his voice went.

"Oh? I beg to differ my mate," the man spoke final stepping into the light. There standing at six feet tall was Harrison James Potter in full creature mode. He was truly devilishly handsome. His hair grew a bit longer but seemed to smooth out, no longer out of control. His eyes were like two molten ambers ready to swallow him hole. Then there were his horns. The stood tall and arched beautifully in their own deformed shape of lightning bolts. It suited him quite well.

"What are you?" Regulus asked genuinely curious as he reached out to touch the horns only to be held back by a hand watching his wrist.

"Hm, what do you think I am Raven?" He asked back, his voice deep and husky.

"I…I don't know," Regulus breathed barely able to think. His mind, blank due to the proximity of his dominant mate. The tug was great now that he wondered how he did not notice it when Pot—no Harrison first walked in.

"My Raven, I am a Deamon," Harrison replied his smiled wickedly at him, "a child of darkness and fire."

"I thought Deamons were supposed to have red eyes," Regulus pondered, he had written about them during one of his assignments for magical creatures.

"You've done your research my Raven," Harrison chuckled. Regulus loved how he called him Raven, "normally that would be true except I am the heir to the throne. I do not know how or why but I am."

"S-s-so a D-d-d-deamon p-p-prince," Regulus stuttered out loud while cursing in his head. Harrison's chuckle turned into light laughter at Regulus's deduction. The Veela pouted. Harrison realized this and wrapped his arm around Regulus's waist pulling him closer.

"It is time for your punishment my dear Raven," Harrison smirked. Regulus shivered as he felt Harrison's hot breath on his ear. A part of his mind was screaming for him to run but his Veela has already taken over. He was no longer capable of running away. No longer capable of denying his instincts.

Regulus Atticus Hawkings was finally caught.

Harry smirked down at the Veela in his arms. His plan worked perfectly. Now he had to act to claim the male before he decided to continue to fight his instincts. A part of him wondered why. But at the moment he could care less about the answer nor reasoning. All that mattered was taking him back to their rooms and finally consummating their bond. Both him and Draco have been getting way too wound up that almost always they blew up in the face of others. It was getting bad and Harry could not allow it to continue.

To punish the Veela Harry allowed his claws to sink in the lower back of the smaller boy drawing blood. Regulus squirmed in his arms whining at the feeling of pain that was caused by Harry's claws. He let it bleed for a few minutes making sure to hold onto Regulus so he cannot escape his punishment. The man in his arms wept and struggled trying to get the stinging to stop only to make it worse.

Harry cringed wanting to take away the Veela's misery but knew he had to continue to punishment at least for a little while longer. Harry just looked at the Veela and held him in his arms for little comfort he could give while he carried out his punishment.

After a while Harry bent down and began to lick the wound healing it. Instantly Regulus relaxed in his arms and whimpered in relief. After Harry was satisfied with his healing process he Picked up his Raven and began to carry him towards his rooms he shared with Draco.

He smiled to himself glad that he finally claimed what was his. He finally was almost complete.

A/N: Guess Regulus couldn't keep his resolve…but then again no one can truly resist a sexy demon ;). Please Read and Review! Reviews always motivate me to write more! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter.