Dragon
Draco knew a lot of things
From the start of sixth year when he returned with his task he knew that he was going to die, he knew that the brand on his arm made him trapped and tainted him beyond redemption. He also knew that he never would be loved. His mate would not want one who's been claimed by another even if it wasn't a full claim.
Because of the mark Draco would never be loved so wholy and completely and that made the small submissive whine pitifully each night in the nest he had made in hopes of showing his mate that he could be good, that just because he was stained and chipped he wasn't completely useless.
But even that dream was made to be crushed.
Draco was obsessed. He knew that maybe it was unhealthy but he'd always been obsessed with the solid form of the one know as Harry potter. Imagined him lying in the strong arms of his domine being soothed to sleep each night when the nightmares fought for control. His domine would protect him.
The malfoys were well known to have veela blood that being the reason for their dainty looks so Draco should have worked out the reason for his longing well before Harry was dragged from the Great hall when they'd returned after the war, however the years prior had been full of sleepless nights and the constant worry of someone making good of their threat and ripping him apart from the inside so that there was no way his mate would so much as look at him before regecting him. Most nights he'd dreamt of being protected by the boy he teased just to receive his undivided attention, for one thing he new for sure was that no matter how much his domine may hate him he would still go out of his way to protect him. Perfect potty and his hero complex.
It was there in the middle of the Great hall watching potters friends drag him out the room that a realization hit Draco with all the subtleties of a tsunami, he'd found his mate. Before Draco consciously recognised what he was doing he was moving a low whine erupting from his throat calling for his domine, begging him not to leave him her not with all these people who kept hurting him.
But his domine was dragged from the hall anyway and he was left feeling like he'd apparated to the Arctic in only his boxers..
He was alone...
His domine didn't want him..
Turning heel Draco abandoned all thoughts of food knowing that he would not be able to eat not feeling so raw with his inner submissive crying pitifully.
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Harry thrashed,
his friends were keeping him away..... Everything inside him demanded he went back and wrapped his little submissive up in bubble wrap and remain by his side for the rest of time. ANd he would. Harry would not let anything part them any longer he'd wanted Draco since the beginning imagined how he would look fast asleep in his arms trusting hime to look after him in every sense even when he couldn't himself.
HARRY WOULD DO THAT, EVEN IF IT KILLED HIM.
He'd already died once after all what was the harm in doing it again??
SO Harry thought of a plan and that night he would be there to protect his submissive for as long as he breathed.
THry had a life to live after all and Draco would not be allowed to leave him soo soon.
As Harry seemed himself to sleep one final sentence was thought 'goodnight my dragon I'll be by you soon, and you'll never get ride of me'
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down in the dungeon, Draco slept curled in his nest tear tracks down his face surrounded by random items he had stolen from him domine throughout the years, anything and everything that he had ever 'lost' had found its way into his dragons possession.
One mantra played in his head almost like he was begging for it to come true 'please... Domine.....please....don't....don't ever leave me'