Chapter 8: The Devil Known as Draco Malfoy

A throbbing headache filled Harry's head as he slowly regained consciousness. He looked up to see the familiar sight of the infirmary's bright white ceiling. But intruding on that familiar sight was another one, but less than pleasant. The devil known as Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry got out in barely a whisper, afraid of the answer.

"Why, my dearly beloved mate, of course." Draco drawled in response, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Wha-wai-wha? Wait, what? How do you know about that, and- wait, what?"

"Dragon got your tongue? That's what I thought. Anyway, I am your mate, scarhead, I figured it out at dinner. And yes, I am going to mate to keep you alive, and no, I am not gonna turn you over to moldywart. You got that?"

Harry nodded mutely before opening his mouth. "Wait, what?"

"Bloody Gryffindors, I swear. Potter, I am going to make your life a living hell, but on my terms, not some crazy psycho wizards. You will live and be hidden from You Know Poo, but be my slave. End of discussion."

Harry, eyes blazing, was about to say 'hell no Malfoy', when a silver glow with gold streaks surrounded him and shot to Malfoy's matching one. In the middle a pair of wings identical to Harry's formed and landed on Malfoy's stomach, where a tattoo of it formed permanently. Then a silver dragon was formed and landed, wrapped all around Harry's neck like a collar.

Permanently.

The glow vanished. Draco lifted up his shirt to see the new tattoo, naming him as Harry's mate. Harry felt along the dragon that still felt like a collar and tears slowly started to carve paths down his cheeks.

"No, no . . . no, NO!" Harry slowly curled up on himself repeating his mantra of no.

"What's the matter, Potter?" Draco asked, only slightly concerned.

"Why do you care, mal-mast-malf-master? And to answer your question, the mating ritual takes into account what the mate says and creates a contract through the tattoos. So I, I, …" and he started to cry once more, turning his head away in shame.

Potter really was his slave, and he actually had to keep up his end of the bargain. But so did Potter. But . . . he did kinda feel bad.

"Can the contract be changed later on?"

"Whenever the mate, you, wants. I hope you're happy. I truly hope you're happy now, because you swore to make my life a living hell, so I never will be. I hope you're happy."

"Goodnight Ha-Potter." Draco whispered as he left. He didn't think anyone had heard him, but Harry did.

And it meant just enough to him to keep him from running away, at least for tonight.

there you go folks! I am writing other things that i havent posted yet so that is why it takes time. AS A WARNING: after the holidays i will be in dance competition season, so updates will be hard to do. if you ignore this and then get upset, that is YOUR FAULT! love y'all, E