"I need to talk to you," Remus gives Sirius and Harry a meaningful look. "Both of you."
"Am I in trouble?" Harry immediately jumps to the wrong conclusion. "I apologized." He pleads with Remus, who is still a little miffed with him for telling Draco that he doesn't care to find him or whether he is dead or alive.
"No," Remus has not forgiven Harry because it's not his place to do so. It's Draco's. "It's about your wedding."
Both Sirius and Harry have identical, blank expressions on their faces. It's hard to believe they are not biologically related.
"It's about the wedding night." Remus feels his face turning hot.
"Oh god," Harry has had a long day. He had to operate on Blaise today and had to subsequently treat him for post-op complications. "Kill me now."
"I will leave you two to it." Sirius tries to make a hasty exit. Tries.
"Sit," Remus orders Sirius and he obeys, like an obedient dog.
"Wow." Harry will never get over how easily Remus controls his notoriously difficult-to-handle godfather. He is immediately reminded of yesterday when Draco claimed to plan to control Harry with sex. Harry knows he should feel offended at the implication that he is just some alpha horndog but the thought of being under Draco's sexual whims sounds amazing.
"Draco expressed some concerns about the wedding night." Remus doesn't care how hard this is. It's for the kids. "I was hoping you two could talk about it and clear up some questions." While Draco and Remus are nothing to each other, Sirius and Harry are much closer and will have a much more frank conversation. This is bound to clear up some misconceptions about the dreaded first time.
"I know how to have sex." Harry protests, groaning pathetically. "Please don't make me sit through another sex talk." The one orchestrated in school was bad, the one he got from his godparents as a preteen was even more embarrassing. Having to talk to them about this again as an adult is going to kill Harry. He cannot go through that again.
"I am going to go upstairs," Remus stands, giving the two alphas warning looks.
"Can I come too?" Sirius begs his mate who gives him a warning look.
"Not if you want to spend the rest of your life on our sofa." Remus smiles but his eyes show that he means what he said.
"Let's get it over with," Harry mourns Remus' departure because he hasn't even had dessert. He really likes dessert. "Tell me all about the birds and the bees."
"Well," Sirius runs a hand through his dark, curly hair. He remembers giving Harry the sex talk when he was a lot younger. This is different. Remus has a point. Maybe this discussion needs to be had. "Sex with your mate is going to be a lot different than sex with anyone else." He thought being with Remus would be like being with any other omega. Boy, he was an idiot. "It feels a thousand times better than anything another person can give you."
"I am sorry," Harry laughs a little, "Maybe you and Remus had great sex…"
"Still having," Sirius corrects Harry, making the younger alpha groan at the thought of his fathers having sex. "It feels amazing." Being with Remus feels so good it should probably be illegal. "We have gotten better at it."
"Ugh," Harry screams while covering his ears. "Stay away from Remus you perv." He thought he had a bad enough day. Now he has to hear his father figure brag about fornicating with his mother figure.
"It's important to get the first time right." Sirius stops messing with Harry for now. "It sets the tone for the entire relationship."
"What relationship?" Harry removes his hands from his ears. "Draco and I are not in love like you two. I am just doing this to keep him alive." Harry doesn't want Draco to die. He doesn't even dislike Draco anymore, clearly, the blond has had personal growth and Harry respects that. However, Harry cannot see himself loving Draco. Just because they are perfectly physically compatible, doesn't mean Harry can be emotionally involved with the blond. Harry will honour him, and keep Draco alive and happy, but he will not be able to recreate the Sirius and Remus type intimacy with the guy who basically bullied him throughout his undergraduate studies.
"Okay," Sirius realizes that Harry has a hero complex, and saving lives is more important to him than anything. However, he is also a decent human being, and Sirius needs to reach that inner goodness in Harry. "You want him to live, but don't you want to make him happy, Harry?"
"Um," Harry is so tired. His critical thinking is exhausted for the day. "Sure?"
"Making him happy involves giving him things to be happy about." Sirius implores Harry to understand. "Physical pleasure is a part of that."
"That's all there is to it." Harry thinks that if there is one person who can understand Harry's point of view, it's Sirius. "I don't love him."
"I know." Sirius is trying to protect Harry from the debilitating pain of bond rejection. "I get it."
"So," Harry loves this man more than anything but he has to tell him to back off. "Maybe everything else just doesn't matter. Maybe Draco and I just have to tolerate each other."
"I understand." Sirius knows that intimacy can't be forced. Couples like Narcissa and Lucius are proof of that.
"I appreciate you trying to…" Harry knows as parents Remus and Sirius cannot stand the thought of him in pain. It's why any of this is happening.
"I know." Sirius nods. "I am sorry it has to be this way." If he has learned anything over his years on this earth, it's that when people tell you who they are, believe them. Sirius believes that Harry is a person incapable of loving Draco.
When Draco comes down for breakfast the next morning at noon, he feels dread when he realizes his mother is in the kitchen. She is usually off to see her friends by now. Draco feels even worse when she notices him. It is too late to run back upstairs.
"Sleep in while you can," Narcissa comments snarkily as she gestures to the clock which reads twelve-o-six. "That boy you chose won't let you do so anymore. He will have you up at six am every morning to do his cooking and cleaning or whatnot."
"I didn't choose him, mother," Draco doesn't even bother getting upset about her anymore. He is done. He starts the coffee maker and pours himself a cup of black coffee as soon as it's ready. He has a feeling he is going to need it today. Mother is in a mood. Then again, when is Narcissa not in a mood?
He also doesn't care if Harry has him clean the whole house with a toothbrush. It has to be better than living with mother.
"That peasant." Narcissa pours more champagne into the pitcher she is mixing her mimosa in. "Why do people from my side of the family insist on marrying down? You get that from Sirius, not me."
"Mother," Draco doesn't care to explain to the woman that biology doesn't care about social class. Alphas and omegas are born for each other, and a select few couples find each other. Most don't. It's why there aren't many omegas above a certain age in the world. Most die off, and their alphas wander the earth, in pain and misery. "Do you really need your alcohol with breakfast? Can you please wait for brunch?"
"Here," Narcissa produces a bottle of pills and places it in front of Draco. "Take one."
"If you are going to poison me, at least have the decency to hide it in my food." Draco makes a face.
"It's suppressants," Narcissa says but pours some mimosa in Draco's empty coffee mug. "I am losing you to that peasant, I don't need you bearing his children."
"He is not going to want to have children with me." Draco completely ignores the feeling he gets at that admission.
"He is going to fuck you and you are going to love like the little whore that you are," Narcissa sneers, "I don't need my genes mixing with his."
"They are my genes," Draco pushes the mug away when she takes a pill and dissolves it in the drink. "And he is not going to want to mate more than once." Harry just needs to bond with Draco and save his life. He is not going to want to have sex with Draco after the wedding night. Draco has resigned himself to his fate of rejection despite not being technically rejected.
"Don't forget, boy," Narcissa says hatefully. "Until you go off with that beggar, you still live under my roof. You have to do as I say."
"He is a doctor," Draco knows Harry will never have Malfoy money, but he is still going to make bank. Not that it affects Draco any because he isn't exactly marrying Harry to live. He is doing it to survive. Essentially, at best Harry and Draco are going to be roommates. Very intimate roommates who sometimes fuck each other. Draco is even open to moving out after the bonding and getting a little apartment on his own. Anything is better than Malfoy Manor. "And it's father's house." Draco reminds his mother.
"I have had it with your disobedient attitude." Narcissa slams her glass down. Both of the maids working in the kitchen scurry off as Lucius has instructed them to do when the mistress gets like this. She has been taking a new set of pills lately courtesy of her dealer, her addiction is out of control.
"You won't have to put up with me for long." Draco hopes she will back off. He cannot take another one of her physical assaults today. "You will never see me again."
"After everything I have done for you." Oh no, the tears. "After I have sacrificed for you." Narcissa throws the champagne flute. It shatters instantly.
"Father is going to be upset," Draco says, not even have blinked. "That was part of his favourite set." Nothing in this house is cheap but that was a six hundred pound wine glass.
"Drink it." Narcissa gets a frightening, blank look on her face. She has gone off the deep end. She is not supposed to be mixing her latest pills and her drinks, because alcohol and narcotics seldom mix. Her dealer has switched her to something which gets her higher and makes her angrier.
"No." Draco suddenly doesn't care what happens at this point. He doesn't care if she attacks him. What's one more time? "I am not taking these pills." He is done with her controlling, psychotic ways.
"Take the pills." Narcissa grabs a steak knife and brandishes it threateningly. "Now."
"Oh you better remember this when you are sober," Draco stands up and backs away from her, trying to make a run for it. "You better not conveniently forget when you wake up next."
"Where are you going?" Narcissa follows Draco out of the kitchen. "Come on sweetheart, mommy's got some meds for you."
Draco doesn't have the most self-preservation, but he knows when it's time to run. He is tall and has a runner's body. He almost makes it out the front door, when the security guards get him.
"Take the pills, Draco." Narcissa catches up with him, anhedonic and glassy-eyed. "I am asking you nicely."
"This is not nice." Draco resists the guards, not bothering to tell them to unhand him. They work for Narcissa.
"Open your mouth," Narcissa has the pills in her hand, having left the mug behind. "Here comes the airplane."
"No," Draco presses his lips shut as he struggles against the iron hold of the alpha guards. Draco isn't exactly a weakling but he has no chance against such brute strength. Irrationally, he wishes someone was here to protect him. No one's coming. Father would rather let Narcissa do as she pleases than be subject to her wrath. Severus is teaching and Harry is out saving lives. Draco wonders if Harry would care about this. He's a boy scout hero type so he would want to help Draco but would he really care that his annoying omega mate, the unwanted person in his life is in trouble.
"Do it or I will kill you," Narcissa presses the tip of the sharp knife against his stomach. Draco can see that her pupils are dilated, and whatever she ingested reacted badly with the alcohol. She is high as a kite and angry as a bull. "You are not having that pathetic alpha's children. He is not of our social class."
"Do it." Draco unexpectedly feels at peace. The thought of dying never scared him, but he is too much of a coward to end his own life. His mother can take care of this for him.
Narcissa wasn't expecting that, and her psychotic expression eases into that of confusion.
"You can't make me take suppressants." Draco stares into her eyes, "Not once I am at his house. And I will have his children, bringing you shame. You have to kill me."
"You think I won't do it, you little bastard?" Narcissa leans so close, Draco can smell the morning drink on her breath. She presses the knife deeper into his stomach, the sharpness of it tearing his shirt.
"Do it," Draco says, ready for whatever comes. "Be successful at something for once in your life." He goads her.
"You brat…" Narcissa frowns when she realizes the knife is in Draco's stomach.
Draco gasps, slumping in the guards' hold. He was expecting it to hurt but it doesn't feel like anything. He feels liquid warm liquid rushing down underneath his shirt where his mother has twisted the knife. His legs feel as if a thousand pins are poking into both of his thighs.
"Oh my god," Narcissa squeals, dropping the bottle of pills which spill out of the open mouth of the bottle and scatter across the hardwood floor. "Call the ambulance." She screeches as the guards give each other uncertain looks and release Draco, who falls to the floor, unable to breathe. "Call the fucking ambulance."
One of the guards obliges and pulls out his phone, describing the incident to the emergency operator in a detached tone of voice. "Late twenties male, stabbing, losing blood fast." He describes Draco as if he would the weather, or the shades of green grass growing innocuously outside.
"Oh my god," Narcissa keeps screaming, and it's grating on Draco's already frayed nerves. "Where is Lucius? I need Lucius. Please help find Lucius."
"He is at work, mistress." The other guard looks at the unhinged woman and reminds her. "He won't be home until five-thirty."
"Because he is out seeing his whore." Narcissa accuses Lucius, momentarily forgetting that her heir's breaths are getting shorter and shorter. "Draco, baby I am so sorry. Please… honey, hang on, mommy called the ambulance. It's coming."
"Should we give him CPR?" One guard asks the other who shrugs. "It will suck if he dies. They will throw us under the bus."
"Well, the ambulance is here." The other guard opens the front door to let the emergency personnel in. "Let them deal with it."