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Summary: It's Seventh Year. Draco has a prophecy of his own to fulfill. Marrying Harry Potter. Mpreg. Don't like don't read!
A CONSORTS LOYALTY
Chapter One
Draco Malfoy was sprawled out gracefully on the plush black suede love seat in his father’s office. A crystal wine glass filled with red wine dangled from his fingers and his silver mercury eyes stared at it casually, before he took a small sip. “Has there been any word?” He drawled out. Lucius looked at his son’s form, momentarily stunned at how beautiful his one true heir was. His silvery blond locks had grown quickly this past summer, and fell to his hips. Draco himself, had grown a few more inches, putting him at right around five ten, a respectable height for one of his stature. He was fine boned and lithe grace. His eyes were no longer blocks of ice, but warm liquid mercury as he stared at his sire.
“No, there hasn’t been any news.” He informed him after a brief moment. He sneered. “Should there be? Your mother was never fond of me in school; it shouldn’t have changed after twenty years of marriage, no?”
“Of course, but I know you did respect her, though for the life of me I can’t figure out why.” He replied softly. “My only wish is for you to be happy.” He murmured and his gaze rested on his father’s gorgeous, mature face. “You deserve some happiness.” Lucius looked away from him, rising gracefully from his leather desk chair; he walked to his private liquor cabinet, pulled out a decanter of scotch, and poured himself a stiff drink. Leaning a lean hip on the side of his desk, he regarded his eighteen year old with fatherly pride and loving affection.
“I am content; it is all I can ask for. You are the one person that keeps me going.” Draco shook his head, his long hair falling into his face as he did.
“I am one of two. The other you have tried to forget about; but how can you? Every time you look at my school robes you can see his face. Daddy,” Lucius’ breath hitched at the pain and confusion in that name; the name Draco hadn’t called him since the boy was six. “Sev misses you so much. I don’t understand; why must you both torture yourselves so?”
“It is what we are meant to do.”
“Just because you made the mistake of joining Voldemort,” Draco scoffed. “That is ridiculous. Furthermore, neither of you made the decision on your own, your father’s were leading you into it. You can feel the end is coming. His reign will never start. It is all hopeless dreams that madman has now, you have to see it.” Draco said harshly. Lucius scowled, and tossed back the rest of his drink.
“I do see it, damn it! There is just no way out! Severus and I have our own parts to play in this game of chess. Dumbledore is about to take the queen, especially with Harry Potter by his side. The boy has more power than even he can fathom. It is a lost cause Draco, but I chose my path.”
“And Sev chose his, only he denounced it and chose a different path.” Draco rose regally from the couch, “you can do the same; I know you can.”
“Dragon, why must you persist so?” Lucius looked at his son through tired eyes. “My fate is already sealed. I have tried to lessen the harsh reality of it. I’ve aligned myself secretly with Harry Potter, through Sev, I feed you the information that you tell your godfather, that he tells to Dumbledore, who tells Harry Potter. It is all I can do. I’m all the contact they have in the Inner Circle, you know that.” Lucius walked behind his desk and looked out over the gardens of the house that had been in his family for centuries. “If Dumbledore backs my claim, I will escape Azkaban for a second time and for a last time. After that there will be no more need to do what I do. That is only if Dumbledore agrees. The man is as manipulative as Salazar and twice as sneaky. We have players on both sides of the board and yet he still may betray us. Slytherin has never been popular in Hogwarts; and the students even less so. That is the way of things and I doubt it will ever change…even with what is scheduled to come does.”
Draco frowned and his father turned to the papers on his desk with reluctance. “You can find no way around it?”
“No.”
“So it will happen then?”
“Yes.” Draco sipped his wine once more and then pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. His hair fell forward in front of his shoulders and his pointed ears peaked out.
“You just had to be Elven, didn’t you father?” He mock glared at his sire. Lucius arched an eyebrow at his tone and Draco rolled his eyes and elaborated. “You had to be pure blooded and full blooded Elven, making me so, making me complete a damn prophecy of my own, making me have to marry Harry Potter by my eighteenth birthday, which is four days before Christmas, I might add.”
“I never said you had to marry Potter.” He drawled innocently as he picked up the ancient pieces of paper on his desk. “The Seers of the Elven kind saw it thousands of years ago.”
“Well, damn them too.” Draco muttered, polishing off his wine before ringing the bell pull to summon a house elf to bring him some more.
“I trust everything is ready?”
“As far as I know yes; Dumbledore has been notified, and I am sure he has notified his precious Golden Boy by now as well. And if that Potter knows, then mark my words Weasel and Granger know as well. They breathe down his neck like a pack of simpering dogs.” He said sarcastically as the doors to the office opened and a house elf scurried in, took his empty glass from the table, handed him a new one, bowed and vanished with a small ‘pop.’ His father laughed.
“Is that so?” He said sagely. “Well, then I guess your mother will miss out on the social event of the season. Why, who would have thought; the Slytherin Prince marrying the Boy Who Lived.”
“Very funny.” Draco said sulkily. “You are not the one who has to bottom for him.” Lucius pulled his son into a hug and kissed his forehead.
“You will be a beautiful Consort, Dragon. Beautiful, graceful, and regal. You are a Malfoy, you will always be one, it is who you are, where you come from, and you can not know how proud I am of you, or how much I love you. I gave my blessings to this union because it not only gave you means of escape from a dark future, but also because I believe he truly is your other half; the Seers are never wrong sweetling. They’d never put you somewhere where you’d ultimately be unhappy.”
Draco felt his throat close, and his eyes burn, his father hadn’t held him like this since before he could remember, it was so reassuring to have his father’s love and affection, and approval going into this. “You have no idea how much that means to me, Father.” He said smiling gently. Lucius smiled as well.
“It is time for your last year of Hogwarts; your trunk is all ready to leave. Are you?” Draco pulled himself up to his full height and ran a hand along his robes. Lucius felt a small gathering of magick occur and watched as his son’s robes turned into his school robes.
“I am ready as I’ll ever be. When I come to see you next, I’ll be married.” Lucius grinned.
“Bring your husband home with you; I would like to meet Harry Potter once more.” He winked; Draco pouted and disapparated to the train station. Lucius felt the cold slip once more into his bones, and the burden he had unwittingly saddled himself with for the last two decades fall once more on his shoulders. He faced the gardens once again, his striking face marred with a darkness that shouldn’t have been there. He did not know how long he stood there, or when the presence in the room shifted, but he did know when that familiar hard body rested behind him, that he could relax, for just a few more minutes. He breathed in sandalwood, dragon’s bane, and many other familiar scents, but underneath was the unmistakable scent of his love.
“I take it you have received the news?” He said softly.
“Of course darling, the old fool had no choice but to tell me, I wasn’t about to let my godson marry that worthless Gryffindor without my knowledge or consent.” The dark sultry tenor sent desire coursing through his spine as he turned and gazed into the onyx eyes of Severus Snape. Lucius turned in his arms.
“I miss you.” He breathed. “I want you so badly.”
“I feel the same.” Severus murmured as he nuzzled the pale elegant neck of the second most feared man in Wizarding England.
“Draco says we can be together.”
“He would, he knows how much it hurts us to be apart.”
“Voldemort would kill you Sev.”
“He’d kill you as well; since he has found out I was a spy.” Sev’s arms tightened around him and Lucius felt his eyes burn with unshed tears.
“Would it be cowardly to say I was frightened of what could happen in the coming year?”
“No, I’d say you have every right to be. Your son is about to marry the number one person on Voldemort’s hit list. Said person is probably his other half and he will bear his children. And then you,” Sev’s voice softened with pain, “you are his second in command, and may die or get sent to Azkaban, and leave us both.” He buried his face into Lucius’ hair. “Goddess, let us get through this.” He murmured as he played with Lucius’ pointed ears. In the midst of his emotion turmoil he must have let his glamour fall. Severus stood back and took in the striking creature before him. Lucius looked like an older version of Draco, except for his hair was nearly down to his feet now, and as the elegant elf moved the music of tiny bells that were woven into his hair sounded.
“The Goddess, will protect us all.” Lucius murmured as he looked his soulmate in the eyes. “She will protect us.”
“If you say it is true. Then it shall be.” Severus murmured, he bowed to him and disappeared. Lucius closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. His glamour reappeared around him and he dusted off invisible lint, smoothing out non existent wrinkles in his attire.
“And so it begins.”
Chapter Two
To say he was blindsided would’ve been a compliment. Harry Potter was completely and utterly shocked. He didn’t think anything could’ve surprised him more, nothing short of Voldemort showing up in a pink tutu; not only would he be scarred for life, but also hurling where he stood.
Now, he was boarding Hogwarts Express, closing the distance between him, his beloved home, and his last year at Hogwarts. Not only was he facing Voldemort but also the prospect that he’d be a married man in four months flat. No correction, probably a month. To the Slytherin Prince himself.
Draco Malfoy.
The gods must be laughing at him.
“Hey mate, what’s going on with you?” Ron waved his hand in front of Harry’s face, as the emerald eyed teen stared off into space. “Harry, hey Harry!” Harry Potter blinked, shook his morbid thoughts out of his mind, if for only a moment, and smiled at Ron.
“Hello to you too Ron.” He replied calmly. The redhead blinked at him and then narrowed his eyes.
“Hey what’s going on with you? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. Hurry your bloody arse up, Mione’s already saving us seats on board.” Harry merely smiled at Ron’s antics and followed his friend on the train. As they walked to the reserved compartment, Harry once again let his thoughts wonder. What was he going to do about this marriage to Malfoy? It was so unrealistic and so unexpected he didn’t know what to think about it.
“Hey Harry.” Hermione said from behind her book. When no ready response came, the bushy haired witch looked up at Harry, who was staring out the window of the train with apt attention. She turned to Ron, who shrugged his shoulders in complete bewilderment. Hermione sighed, who knew what was going on in his head. She let her gaze follow his and was totally shocked to find him staring avidly at Malfoy. She looked a little closer.
That, was Malfoy?
“Bloody hell, he looks more like a ponce then he did last year.” Ron muttered.
“Ron, please look closer; are those his ears?” Hermione gasped in shock. “They are; he’s an Elf!”
“An Elf, why would we be noticing this now?” It was the first question Harry had asked since they had been watching their nemesis make his way towards the train, regally. Silvery blond hair hung down his back and brushed his hips. He was slightly taller than he had been last year, but was still easily dwarfed by Ron and Harry. His angular features were more prominent as were his mercury colored eyes and full lips. His skin was more like creamy alabaster than, just vampiric pale, like many had thought before. He was more exotic now. “He’s gorgeous.” He murmured.
“Ugh, he’s still Ferret face and still an arse probably.” Ron scowled darkly. “How could you think he’s attractive Harry?” He whined. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Well I agree with Harry, he was handsome before, but now he is a lot more attractive. It’s in his blood Ron, he probably looked this way for along time, he merely used a glamour to blend in more.”
“You never answered my question.” Hermione turned to Harry, who was now looking at her expectedly.
“Oh, well like I just told Ron, he’s probably looked like this all his life; he merely used glamour to cover his Elven features.” She paused and thought a moment, her brow furrowed. “Of course it could also be that he is spoken for.”
“Huh?” Ron asked unintelligently. Harry glanced at him and smirked; his friend was rummaging through his bag for chocolate frogs.
“Pay attention.” Hermione snapped. “As I was saying, he may be spoken for; as in, he has a fiancé.” She smiled. “If you’re so interested Harry, I could lend you this book and…” She trailed off as their compartment door was opened. Crabbe and Goyle both glared at them, but stood aside and Malfoy stood between them in all his glory.
He was even more beautiful up close. He didn’t sneer like usual, merely nodded in Ron and Hermione’s direction. “Granger, Weasel.” His voice was softer, sultrier, and musical.
“Malfoy,” Hermione nodded, Ron just glared at him; but he was ignored. Malfoy turned his liquid mercury eyes toward Harry and Harry felt naked under that knowing gaze. “Can we help you?”
“I am here to discuss some things with Potter.” He said smoothly. He glanced in their direction. “I was hoping that I could possible take him off your hands for the first half of the trip to Hogwarts.” Harry blinked; this was Malfoy standing in front of them right? The arrogant, stuck up git, spouting pure blooded nonsense that had made their lives a living hell for the past six years? He glanced at Hermione and Ron. The witch was just as speechless as he was, Ron, however, looked to be suspicious.
“Um, well, Harry?” Hermione turned to him questioningly. Harry felt his stomach drop; he knew what Malfoy was going to discuss with him.
“Sure thing Malfoy; Mione, Ron, I’ll be back later.” He said. As he stepped out into the corridor, Malfoy gave him a penetrating look. Crabbe shut the door.
“Let’s move things to a more, comfortable environment shall we?” Malfoy posed it as a question; Harry knew it was an order. “I am sure you have received notification from Dumbledore on the current events?” Malfoy asked as they made their way down towards the back of the train, which Ron had dubbed ‘Death Eater’ territory.
“Yes.”
“And, what, pray tell, do you think of it?” Goyle opened the door to an empty compartment, Malfoy went in first followed by Harry, Goyle shut the door, and Harry just knew they were stopping anyone from entering.
“What am I suppose to think Malfoy?” Harry asked sarcastically. He was totally out of his element here. Malfoy sprawled elegantly along the seat in front of him, ever graceful and exotic looking. Harry swallowed heavily. “I am surprised, I am hurt, and I don’t want to have my life dictated to me by yet another prophecy.” Malfoy just listened and watched him, through unreadable silvery eyes. “Voldemort is enough, I am not about to marry his second in commands Death Eater son.” At this Malfoy’s face hardened into that usual haughtiness, before he sighed heavily and let the mask fall.
“I am not a Death Eater.” He said simply. Harry blinked.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Are you deaf as well as blind, Potter? I just told you that I am not a Death Eater. How could I possibly split my allegiances like that? Yes, in all pure blooded families, loyalty to the family is very important.” He said softly. “In fact, I’d say it was the most important thing in the world. It is that way until he or she is engaged and married off to another family. If that chosen family has different allegiances than those of their blood family, those are the allegiances that they will take.”
“So you’re saying because of your marriage to me, you will fight for the Light?”
“Not that I would fight for the light, but I would support you, I could never actually physically fight for your side Potter.” He gave a half smile. “In actuality my allegiances transfer straight to you and to you only. Not Dumbledore, not Weasel or Granger, just you.” Harry sat back and digested it all and Malfoy silently watched him before speaking in more even softer tones. “My father has decided to help me help you, in that, he will supply information on Voldemort’s plans to me. He thinks I will tell Severus first, but I will most likely tell you before I tell him. Dumbledore will probably try to keep as much information from you as possible, and I would never have my spouse unprepared.”
“You speak as if we are already married.” Harry murmured quietly. Malfoy arched an eyebrow. “It is not like you to roll over and just let sleeping dogs lie. Why aren’t you fighting this?”
“It is complicated.”
“We have time.” Malfoy laughed; a real laugh. It rang out in the small compartment like wind chimes; melodious, harmonious, and filled with true humor.
“I knew you had a back bone in there somewhere.” He smiled and Harry couldn’t speak. He just nodded slowly, taking in, processing, and storing the beautiful sight of Draco Malfoy laughing, in the recesses of his brain for further speculation.
“In the realm of Elves, there are different Houses. Each house has a specialization, almost like wizards, except their gifts are actually pronounced at birth, so when they grow older and are able to harness their talents, everyone has already been sorted. Do you comprehend?” Harry nodded. “Well, every few centuries there is a special type of talent that is prized highly among Elven kind and that is the gift of Sight.”
“Sight?”
“As in prophets or Seers. They see glimpses of what may happen or what will. The prophecy that binds us together was told nearly two thousand years ago.” Harry’s eyes widened.
“Really, I guess it is important that we complete this then?” He posed it as a question. Malfoy nodded solemnly. “You have a duty to your people?”
“Yes, I guess you could say that my father is perhaps an Overlord of sorts in Elven society. It is his duty that I am suitable matched, however, in the case of being part of a prophecy as old as the one we are in, then the Elders of the Elven race decide my fate.” He gave a small smile. “And the fate of my chosen.” Harry snorted in disgust.
“Why am I not surprised? How can you just sit there and take it?”
“I was groomed to just sit and take orders, let my future be planned for me. Even as my husband you will guide my actions in everything you do or say.” Harry gaped at him.
“You mean you’d have to listen to me?” Malfoy winced but nodded.
“Yes, you see Potter; I will be submissive to you. Meaning when the time comes to consummate this marriage I will be the bottom in the relationship. It will not be like a Veela bond, where I submit to everything you say, or you submit to all my whims. I will be able to assert myself when necessary. For example, while I am in Slytherin, I will be as I have always been; I lead, they follow. If they try to hurt me, I will be within my rights to protect myself.” He paused and looked at Harry. “Just because you think I should be a little softer with my punishment of them or not punish them at all, doesn’t mean I will stop immediately. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
“Let me put it this way. If I were to attack Weasel after he either humiliated me or goddess forbid, tried to hex me, and you told me to stop, I would stop immediately.” Harry frowned.
“Even if he earned it, even if he were about to hit you, just because I told you to stop you would?” Malfoy nodded. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Elven mates obey their dominant to the fullest if they can, call it instinct; they never want to lose favor with their beloved.” He cocked his head as something seemed to dawn on him. The curious look made him look cute; Harry blushed. Keep your mind out of the gutter. He muttered to himself. “I trust you know that, when we do consummate the marriage there is the likelihood that I will become pregnant?” Harry paled and his mouth dropped in shock.
“What?” He squeaked. Malfoy rolled his eyes heavenward.
“Goddess, I’m about to marry an imbecile. Don’t you ever read anything else besides Quidditch Weekly?” Harry blushed deep red. “I take that as a no.”
“Pregnant, male Elves can get pregnant?”
“Yes, Potter, or did the phrase ‘I will become pregnant’ not permeate your brain?”
“Don’t talk to me as if I am a child.”
“Well, stop acting like an illiterate child, and I will stop speaking to you like one.” Malfoy drawled back. Harry glared daggers at him.
“Look, I don’t like you Malfoy, yes, you are bloody gorgeous, anyone can see that, but you have a heart of ice. I didn’t ask to marry you, and you certainly didn’t ask to marry me, but it seems that we are stuck together for the duration of our lives or more and I’d like to have a semblance of a normal married relationship if I can. Marriage is sacred; I don’t want any child we might have to see us bickering all the time like cats and dogs.” Harry choked, his eyes burned with tears; the mention of family always left him sad and wanting. What would his home life been like if his mother and father hadn’t been killed? Far different than what it turned out to be, he snorted to himself. “I just want a happy home, is that too much to ask for?”
“No.” Malfoy answered softly, but he sounded closer. Harry looked up into solemn mercury silver eyes. They glowed with unseen power and sadness, uncertainty and a determination, it seemed, to make this work. “We started off wrong all those years ago; this is a chance to make it right. If you put forth the effort, I will as well. Once this whole Voldemort thing blows over, perhaps we can have the life you want. For now, we must try to do what will work now; we can work out all the details later okay?” His voice was soothing, comforting, and Harry was shocked that his mere presence relaxed him.
“What are you doing to me?” He whispered. “I feel…very calm now.” Malfoy smiled gently. It was something that he’d never seen before on that pale face. It was something he wanted to see many more times in the future.
“Elves are known to have calming auras, and those that are chosen to be together are able to calm their mates further. I’m glad it worked.” He stood up, and moved back to his previous position. “Now, do you have any questions for me?”
“Yes, when is the wedding?”
“Dumbledore has scheduled it for when we arrive actually. He seemed to know that we would either be drug in by our ears kicking and screaming or we’d come to an understanding. It is why I asked to speak with you.”
“Damn old man.” Harry muttered; Malfoy chuckled.
“Anything else?”
“Yes, if we are going to be married, then is there some sort of bond between us like a Veela bond?”
“Ah yes, we would have to be together all the time for the first few weeks. Afterwards though, as long as we have contact for a few moments a day, we should be fine.” He said calmly. “I believe the Headmaster has already given us a suite of rooms of our own, so that we can live there for our remaining year of Hogwarts. Of course we are aloud to go back to our Houses if we feel that it is necessary, but I’m not sure how all my Housemates will react to me being wed to you. Slytherin is divided. There are those that will follow me, no matter where my allegiances lie, however, there are those few that would try to hurt me.” He paused thoughtfully, “I guess I will be staying in our rooms after all.”
“Then I will stay with you.” Harry stated firmly. “Now sleeping arrangements.”
“After the first night, if you choose, we can have separate beds. Knowing myself, I would probably rather sleep with you than without you.” Harry blinked. “The bond that we form will be one of magic, body, soul, and mind. If you are not able to do wandless magic now, you will be after we are wed. We will be able to speak telepathically with each other; our empathy will be even greater or at least equal. Knowing how the other is feeling or if one is in danger is very important. Since our souls will bind to each other, we have to remain in some kind of contact; although, since I will be bonded to you instead of vice versa, I will be more inclined to just want to be near you, hence sleeping in the same bed.” He shifted uncomfortably at that and Harry gave him a small smile.
“It would make the bond easier on you?” He asked gently and Malfoy nodded relieved. “Then we will share the same bed as well.” Harry bit his lips. “About children…do you want children?” He asked tentatively. Harry wasn’t sure how much Malfoy was willing to give into this marriage. Having sex with him was one thing; bearing his children was a completely different story.
“Do you want children?” He asked instead. Harry lowered his gaze and fiddled with his robes.
“I would like to.” He murmured quietly. “But I would never make you carry my children unless you really wanted to.” He said defensively. “That would be very selfish of me.”
“It would be selfish of me if I deny you the right as well.” Malfoy said bluntly. “But to answer your question…yes, I would like to have children.” He smiled wistfully, “I was always lonely as a child, Mother didn’t want anymore children after she had me, said it would ruin her figure.” His face darkened for a moment but then he smiled gently. “I think it would be nice to have two children running about.” He eyed Harry. “I guess that answers your question?”
“Yes.” Harry said smiling. “Oh, you can call me Harry; after all you will be my husband.” Malfoy blinked in surprise but then smiled.
“Then you can call me Draco, and I will be your Consort.” Harry looked at him puzzled. “I forgot to explain. As I told you before my father is an Overlord, I would liken it to an English Duke, if you will. Since my father is titled, so am I. I am First Lord Draconis Lucius Alexander Malfoy. However, because I am marrying you, my title of Lord will be given to you as my husband.” Harry’s eyes widened.
“You mean I’ll become First Lord?”
“Yes, and I will become First Consort. It is a very big honor, I think the last time a wizard was able to become First Lord was thousands of years ago.”
“And you’re okay with this?” Draco looked at him with a grin.
“Why wouldn’t I be, just because I become First Consort, doesn’t mean I married beneath me, it just tells those that I am submissive to my Lord, who in turn is my equal or more powerful than I. It is an honor to be a First Consort, just as it is an honor for you to be First Lord.”
“I’ll get this sooner or later.” Harry said. He was startled when the warning bell went off. “Oh shit! Hermione and Ron must be worried. You said you’d have me back twenty minuets ago!” Draco blinked and then shrugged his shoulder innocently.
“We had much to talk about.” He replied, “They will understand once they see what happens at the feast tonight.”
“And you are sure it will be tonight?” Harry asked nervously. Draco smirked and for the first time since they had began, Harry saw the old Draco emerge.
“Have you known anyone or thing to dissuade Dumbledore from doing what he wants?” Harry sighed and shook his head. “I thought so.” Draco knocked on the door; Goyle opened it and looked straight at Harry.
“You hurt him I will make cannon fodder out of you Potter.” Goyle said clearly and concisely. Crabbe turned to look at Harry as well.
“And you can count me in on that pounding. You may be his Lord-to-be, but we still do not trust you. You have to earn it.” He said harshly. Harry looked between them and then back at Draco.
“They actually have brains?” He asked. Draco sighed and shook his head.
“We are Slytherin Harry; every Slytherin has a mask in which he or she wants the world to see them as.” He said seriously. “The entire school thinks we’re evil, Death Eaters in the making, and all that nonsense.” He shrugged and smiled sadly. “Most are trying to find a way to rewrite the path our parents have written for us.” He nodded to Crabbe and Goyle. “Because of me, they do not have to walk the path of the Dark Mark, I chose them to protect me and in turn, after we wed, they will protect you. It is the way of things.” Draco smiled, “there is more loyalty in Slytherin than probably the whole school.”
“I would contest that.” Harry said stubbornly. Draco nodded.
“Then I guess you will have to visit, and see for yourself.” He smiled and Harry gave him a lopsided smile back.
“I guess I will. See you later Draco.”
“I will see you at the Feast my Lord.” Draco murmured. Harry turned and looked at him once more and then from some instinct bowed to him.
“And I will see you as well my Consort.” He said back. Draco blinked at the formal reply, but bowed as well. He gestured to Crabbe and Goyle; Goyle shut the door and stood guard once again, as Crabbe escorted Harry, back to his friends.
“You do know that I would never hurt him intentionally don’t you?” Harry asked as his escort. The heavily muscled young man grunted, but a flicker of respect passed over his eyes.
“I doubt you would Potter. It is the fact that you may unintentionally hurt him that will keep Goyle and me breathing down your neck. Despite appearances, Draco has had a worse life than many of us. He was pulled in two, his Elven blood calling as much as his wizarding blood. I’m just glad he has found his Chosen, whether it was because of prophecy or not and whether it was you or not, all those following him are pleased.” Harry had never heard a more coherent statement from him. Perhaps he and his Housemates were wrong.
“We have the wrong impression about the lot of you don’t we?” He asked Crabbe. The boy gave him a sneer worthy of Malfoy standards as he opened the compartment door, revealing a worried Hermione and irate Ron.
“Hey Ferret face said half the train ride, not the entire train ride dumbass.” Ron yelled. Crabbe grunted and turned to walk back the way they had come. Inconspicuously, for a boy of his size, he turned and whispered his answer in Harry’s ear.
“You have no idea Golden Boy, no idea.”
Chapter Three
The Elders were here, he could feel it in his bones.
“Draco,” Blaise murmured as they walked together, “He knows, doesn’t he?” Draco smiled warmly.
“Yes he knows. Don’t worry, we have discussed it all, everything will go smoothly.” Draco paused momentarily, the soft tinkling of bells tickled his ears and he turned around, ignoring Blaise’s curious glance. Draco felt the familiar rush of bone deep earth magic as he knelt. He heard Blaise intake a deep breath before dropping beside him.
“Rise Children,” the deep tenor resonated through the empty corridor. Draco rose first, followed by his best friend. “Ah, Draconis, you are far more beautiful than you were when you were merely a babe.” The elder’s purple eyes sparkled within unmatched age and power. His full lips curved into a doting smile as he ran his fingers through Draco’s silvery locks; which were in direct contrast with his dark auburn locks.
“Elder Leviathan, I did not know you would be presiding over the ceremony.” Draco said his eyes letting the Elder know he was excited at the prospect.
“Of course, I would not let my favorite nephew be married off by anyone else.”
“Is Claudius with you?”
“Of course, my mate wouldn’t be anywhere but by my side right now. He is five months pregnant you know.” Mercury eyes began to glow with happiness; specks of rolling ocean blue began to mix with silver. Leviathan smiled knowingly; the young one would be getting his Elven magic any time now.
“That’s marvelous!” Draco said grinning. “Congratulations.”
“Yes, Congratulations Elder.” Blaise said smiling. Leviathan smiled in thanks before turning to Draco.
“Come now, young Dragon, we must prepare you for your ceremony. Blaise if you will let Consort Severus know where his son is?”
“Of course, see you at dinner Draco.” Blaise said winking and disappeared. Draco turned back to Leviathan and they began walking towards the South end of Hogwarts.
“Have you spoken with my father?” Draco asked softly. Leviathan sighed sadly.
“Yes, he is in the first stages of withdrawal, I’m afraid, he and his Chosen have been apart for far too long. Severus has had you to keep him on the brink, but your father…”
“I am gone too long and home too short, I know.” Draco bit his lip in frustration. “If only Voldemort were not here. If only his father hadn’t pressured him into it.” Draco sighed with frustration. “Is there nothing we can do?”
“Consort Severus has initiated contact again, which is a good thing, hopefully the visits will help him, of course knowing that you are well taken care of and happy will have lasting effects, however, I agree with you. If this Lord Voldemort were not here, things would be all the more smoother.” Leviathan paused as they reached a magic barrier. He placed his hand through the middle of the invisible field. The shield rippled like water and glowed as it recognized its maker and the young Elf next to him. The shield parted and both Elves entered the hidden room.
“Have you found my mother?” Draco asked coolly. Elves scurried about preparing his wedding attire and setting up his bath. Two Elf maids bowed low to him and began removing his wizarding attire as he stood in the middle of the room. Leviathan gazed out the window as his nephew was unclothed and turned back around when he heard silk rustling over smooth skin and found Draco tying the belt to his emerald silk robe.
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