We Can Do This.... Right?

It's safe to say that when Narcissa and Raymond got home, they were absolutely livid. The difference in their reactions to the situation is that while Raymond stayed and asked Akihiko if he was okay, Narcissa stormed the hotel until she found Draco. 

He was just falling asleep, he felt his body relax at the knowledge of the charms and he was peaceful. That was until he heard loud banging and muffled screaming coming through the fusuma. He quickly got up when he recognized the voice as his Mother's, and slid opened the door. 

She looked pissed. She stared at him with anger and disgust written all over her face. She harshly grabbed Draco by the arm before he could say anything, and began dragging him down the hall and into the main room.

He didn't know what was happening, he was still half asleep. The only thing keeping him awake was the feeling of his Mother's nails effortlessly digging into his skin. The grip was enough to produce little droplets of ghoulish black blood to run freely down his bare arm. 

He still had his shirt on, he just couldn't stand how itchy it made his forearms feel.

She dragged him into the sitting area with everyone else, who were all trying to comfort Akihiko in some way. His mother threw him to the floor and released her clutch. All eyes were now on them. 

She looked down at her son like he was something to be ashamed of, she even had the same glint in her eyes that Lucius's held. Malice. Hate. Disgust. 

And it was all Draco's fault, or at least that's what Draco's brain supplied himself with for an answer to this fucked up situation. 

"What did you do to my son, Dorako?!" She asked her son, enraged.

"I-I didn't do-" He started. 

"Narcissa," Raymond said in a calm, clear voice. "Lay off him. All he did was patch Akihiko's wounds. He would never laid a hand on these kids." 

Narcissa just scoffed before she looked at Draco again, the hate was still on her face, like she had been hiding it behind a mask the whole time. "What the hell are you still doing on the floor?! Stand up!" She yelled.

Draco did as he was told. He stood at a solid 6'0 feet tall, but you could still tell he was timid. Maybe even scared.

Narcissa looked him up and down before she made a disapproving noise and pulled on his shirt. "Really, you had to wear this shit? You know I hate it. Are you trying to find reasons to piss me off!?" 

"I just like this shirt, I wasn't trying to upset y-" He was cut off with an audible slap to the face. 

It knocked his head to the right as he stared that direction in shock. His ears was ringing and he could distantly hear his sisters crying and begging their mother to stop. She didn't.

"Don't lie to me Dorako!" She yelled. "Don't you ever fucking lie to me again, you hear me!?" 

He just stiffly nodded, at a loss for words. He didn't want to say anything, not that he could if he tried. 

Narcissa quickly walked over to Akihiko, who looked at her, well, like she was a maniac.

"Are you alright, dear?" She began. "Did he hurt you?" 

Akihiko just looked at her with mortification, which quickly morphed into disgust. "Get the hell away from me."

Narcissa looked shocked, like she hadn't just hit her first born and she was completely innocent. She turned her gaze to her husband, who just shook his head. She huffed, and stormed away down the hall to her room.

Everybody just sat there in silence, horrified at what they just seen. The girls were the only ones who could be heard, as they were sniffling and sobbing. They quickly ran up to a still frozen Draco and hugged his legs like it would be the last time they ever saw him. 

He jumped at their touch, until he looked down to see who it was. He peeled them off his legs so he could turn around and kneel down to look them in the eyes. They latched onto him again, but he didn't move his arms to reciprocate the touch. 

After they had calmed down, he picked them up and set them down by their father. He didn't say anything as he turned away, clenching his bleeding arm, and walked calmly back to his room and closed the door.

Once inside, he walked over to where he had stored the medical supplies and bandage his arm in gauze, before he wrapped it in medical tape. It would heal properly when he got some blood to taste. For now, it was time to read his muggle books about dinosaurs and try to not think about what just happened.

Fred and the rest of the Weasley's just stared at what had just happened. They couldn't believe the once warm and kind Narcissa could be so callused and cold towards her oldest child. 

Fred was angry. He was so fucking pissed. How could anybody treat his Draco like that. Nobody diserved to even lay eyes on him, and she hurt him!?

He looked over to the newly introduced Raymond. He was quite litterly the definition of 'Tall, Dark, and Handsome'. He was wearing a pair of dad khakis and a pair of brown leather dress shoes. He wore a white flannel under a nice green sweater that matched the glasses framing his face. He looked a lot like the twins, he even had the same skin shade as Akemi. 

Fred couldn't help but ask, "...is she usually like that?"

Raymond just sighed and said sadly, "No, only with Draco. She didn't want to have him to begin with, but she 'fell in love with him' when she first laid eyes on her kid. She was put through stress during and after the pregnancy, thanks to that prick Lucius Malfoy. I found her trying to suffocate Draco in his sleep when he was only 8 months old. I took her to the hospital and she was diagnosed with Postpartum Psychosis. It was just with him though, all of the other kids had a positive impact on her life, and when they get hurt she usually blames it on Draco. Draco being autistic and prone to meltdowns as a child didn't help. It's not that she hates him, she just takes things out on him because deep in her mind, whenever he does anything wrong it's like she thinks he's Lucius, and he needs to be told off or punished." 

Nobody knew what to say, nobody knew what to do. 

Molly whispered under her breath, "That poor boy, he's only 19 and dealing with so much." She then looked to her family and said, "Okay everyone, let's get to bed and try to sleep off the stress of today."

They all walked to their respective rooms without complaint, even Draco's family. They were all tired and needed to process what had just happened.

All of their rooms were on the opposite side of the hotel as Draco's, and Fred couldn't help how wrong that felt to him for some reason.

He was halfway through the door when George stopped him and said, "Nope. We're adults. You're engaged, go sleep with your fiance. And don't even try the other rooms, I charmed them all so you can't open them. Have fun." He said with a smile as he threw all of his twin's shit out of the room before slamming the door. 

Fred let out a sigh before he picked up his suitcases full of shrunken items and walked over to Draco's room. It was slightly hard finding his way around the dark hotel, but he made it.

He set down the luggage he was carrying with his right hand and knocked on the sliding door thing. He didn't know what they were called yet, give him a break. 

Draco slid the door open, and Fred couldn't help the thought that crossed his mind of how much he liked seeing him, even in his sickly state of blood starvation.

The blonde raised a brow at him. "Do you need something?" He asked, looking Fred up and down.

Fred couldn't help but blush under his gaze. "Uhm, George kicked me out of our room that we were sharing and he charmed all of the doors so they wouldn't open. He said that I should stay the night here so.... Here I am." He stated with a false sense of confidence. 

"Oh, um....okay. There's only one bed though so I'll just sleep on the flo-" 

"No!" He quickly relisted what he said and tried to fix his error. "Uh... No, it's okay. I'll stay on my side I promise. You shouldn't have to make yourself less comfortable for me." He tried to reason awkwardly.

"O-okay." Draco responded quietly before standing aside for Fred to walk through.

Fred left his luggage over by Draco's, as Draco closed the door. He slowly sat down on the bed that was so close to the floor and immediately relaxed. 

It was so comfortable.

The red head suddenly remembered something. "Hey, don't you need blood to stay warm? it's pretty cold out there tonight."

Draco snapped his attention to Fred and blushed lightly. "N-no I'll be okay. I can go a little longer, it's fine."

The tone that Draco used broke Fred. He swiftly stood up and slowly walked towards Draco. "You know," He started, "You could always have some of mine."

Draco looked shocked, like somebody had just offered him a million galleons. "I don't think you know what that means in Japanese Veelan culture...." He said, his voice barely considered a whisper.

"I do. I remember the lesson with Professor Lupin. He said something along the lines of, 'offering your blood to certain species of Veela is like offering your mind, body, and soul to them. It's more serious than a marriage proposal.' ...I just want you to know that if it is like that in your culture, I would happily do it. I would do anything for you." Fred answered. 

 "And you're just okay with that. You're perfectly fine with the fact that you will be mated to me, for the rest of your life?" He asked, dumbfounded.

Fred just nodded and took a step closer. He raised his hand to touch Draco's face, only for him to flinch as if he'll be hit. Draco waited for the slap that never came, and was greeted with a rough yet gentle palm holding his face. He slowly opened his eyes to see Fred staring back at him. 

"You don't have to do this, I don't understand why you are." Draco said as he looked down towards to floor, it was too hard to hold eye contact. 

"Because, darling. I love you more than I love the air I breathe. I love you more than the sun and the moon and the stars. If I had you in my life, I would gladly give up any of these things if you wanted me to." Fred stated as he caressed the other side of his face. 

Draco looked at him as if he could cry again. Like he needed to cry again. 

Fred tenderly kissed Draco's forehead before leading him farther into the room with a pull on his arm.

"Where do you think it would be best for you do drink from?" Fred questioned as he sat on the work desk on the wall near the bed.

"You know it's going to scar....right?" Fred nodded along. "It needs to be on a blood vein but somewhere people won't see that much....." Draco's face went bright red.

"What is it, love?" Fred asked. 

"The best spot it the Femoral Artery..." Draco muttered.

"Okay! Where's that?"

Draco just pointed at the inside of his own thigh, face as red as it could go from the lack of blood.

Fred flushed a bit too, before he got up and started removing his belt. His pants now forgotten on the floor, he sat back on the desk and spread his legs. "Dig in." He said with a wink.

Draco just looked at him up and down, face beet red. Draco didn't want Fred to see what he would do to his leg, he couldn't let Fred see him. Especially not in his Veelan form.

He looked at the man's chest and quickly grabbed his tie, sliding it down and off. 

"What're ye-" Fred began, but quickly cut himself off when his own tie was tied around his head like a blind fold. 

"....... Draco?" He questioned, voice slightly monotone. 

A hum was all he got in response. 

"Why did you blind fold me? I mean it's okay if you're into that, but a warning would b-" 

"It's not like that!"

Fred smirked a bit, "Then what is it like?"

Draco mumbled something Fred couldn't hear, probably wasn't meant to. "Speak up, darling."

"......I don't want you to see me." He responded in a quiet voice.

Fred quickly took off the blind fold to see Draco still standing with his glamours intact. "What do you mean?"

Draco took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing. "Anytime people see me, they get scared, or disgusted. And I don't know why, but I really care about what you think of me."

Fred just smiled sadly and stood up, returning his callused palms to soothe his darling's face. "I've seen you without them before, remember? I don't care about what you look like, how scarred your skin is. I want you, Draco. And if I'm being entirely honest, I would like it if you didn't wear glamours to our wedding. I want to marry you, not the version of you Lucius Malfoy wanted you to be." 

Draco's bottom lip started to quiver abit. "A-...Are you going to treat me like my Father treated my Mother....?" He knew it was a little forward, but he needed to know.

Fred looked at him with wide eyes as his face fell. "...What?"

Draco didn't repeat himself, just looked away.

"Do you think I'm going to hurt you?" Fred would never.

Draco just nodded slightly and said quietly. " Every forced relationship I've been in has been like that. I've never hurt my ex's, I wouldn't.......but they hurt me..."

Fred didn't need him to elaborate to know what he meant, he just pulled him into a tight hug and rested his chin on the smaller boy's head. "I would never do that to you. I was seriously considering hexing Narcissa when she hurt you. All I want is for you to be happy, and safe....and loved." He said into his hair.

Fred felt a slight shift under him. Draco had the same body type, he just had horns on his head and pointy ears. All at once, Fred felt Draco wrap his arms around his torso and giant wings surround them.

He pulled back slightly to see him. Beautiful was the only word that came to his mind. After he recovered from shock, he caressed Draco's face once again and said, "There you are, love." He gently pressed a kiss to his temple.

Draco's face was red and he was slightly tense, but he welcomed the touch. 

Fred returned to his spot on the desk and spread his legs to get a good angle of the artery.

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Draco didn't make any moves at first, he just looked at Fred to see if he was really okay with this. The red head simply nodded.

Draco slowly crept closer and once he was close enough, he was slowly sank to the floor. He softly held Fred's knees and slowly made his way to where the Femoral Artery would be. 

He couldn't help but sniff the air, Fred's sent so overpowering it made him whimper. He liked it though, cinnamon and apples, with a hint of wood smoke.

Fred tried not to stare, but it was like he was in a transe seeing Draco in a transe, if that makes sense. 

Draco gently nuzzled the soft skin of his lover's inner thigh, before he gently kitten licked over area he wanted to claim.

Fred tried not to let the sensations get to him, but he could already feel his dick hardening at the scene. He looked down just in time to see Draco bite gently into the flesh, careful not to hurt him. 

The feeling still made Fred jump slightly nonetheless, as Draco held him down lightly by holding his right hip with his right hand while biting into the left thigh. The touch made Fred release a gutteral groan while Draco began to drink from him like a dehydrated man who found water in the desert. 

Draco released his jaw from the man's thigh and began licking the blood pooling out of the puncture. He tasted sweet and strong, better than any fruit Draco had ever eaten. 

Fred panted quietly, trying not to disturb Draco. He could already feel his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers. 

Draco seemed to catch on to Fred's conundrum and slid his hand from the man's waist to the bulge in his underwear, giving friction to the poor lad. 

Fred let out a moan but quickly covered his mouth and looked down at Draco. Draco returned the gaze with dilated pupils and blood stained lips. 

"Y-ye don't have to do anything because I cannae control myself." It was true. As much as Fred was aching for a release, he would never force Draco to do anything he didn't want to do.

Draco just lightly smiled up at him and started peppering kisses up his thighs, with the occasional nip of skin. He licked over the blood puncture wound once again, just to make sure it would stop bleeding. Veelan saliva has healing properties similar to vampire saliva, so the bite mark should heal by tomorrow morning.

Fred's muscular thighs were shaking lightly, and the desk was cutting off the blood circulation in his legs. Draco seemingly caught this and stood up to stand in between his fiance's legs. He stared at Fred for a moment before he wrapped his arms around the man's neck and stayed there. 

Fred sat there shocked for a moment before hugging him back and wrapping his arms around Draco's waist, pulling him closer. In the new position they found themselves in, Fred could now feel the bulge in Draco's pants. 

Fred pulled back from Draco just to press his lips to his. They were slightly chapped, but very enjoyable. Draco moaned into the kiss and started pulling Fred off the desk. He, of course, willingly complied.

Their kisses were slow and languid, making sure each one was just as memorable as the last. Fred put his hands underneath the hem of Draco's sirt, asking for permission. Draco just nodded and deepened the now heated kiss. 

Hands travelled over the other's body and limbs intertwined. Now both in their underwear, Draco decided Fred needed to lay down from blood loss. He pushed the red head down to sit on the bed and quickly straddled his legs as they resumed kissing. 

Fred was holding onto Draco's waist tightly. It was thin but sturdy. His scarred chest was beautiful. Some he knew about, others he didn't, but he would map the skin of his darling all the same.

Draco quickly stood up and walked over to his suit case, he began muttering to himself and throwing things around a bit.

"What is i' love?" Fred asked lazily, lust filled eyes tracking Draco's figure.

"Can't find any lube....no condom either." Was the response he got. 

"Ummm... Check mine?" Fred replied.

After Draco checked everywhere and not a single condom in sight, Fred had another idea. He quickly muttered a prep charm on the now white haired man, drawing a moan from his throat. 

"We're wizards remember?" As he said this he quickly went over to Draco and wrapped his arms around his waist, carrying him to bed. 

This obviously didn't go unnoticed by Draco as he squeaked and said to Fred, "Put me down!"

"Okay!" 

He momentarily put the boy down before he picked him up again, this time bridal style.

"Not what I meant." Came Draco's unamused voice.

Fred gently set him down before he got in-between his darling's legs. He started kissing and sucking on the skin of his chest and memorizing every moan and whimper Draco let out, while ever slowly pulling down their briefs. He sat back to relish in his work, admiring the beautiful hickies starting to form all over Draco's skin, the occasional bite marks here and there. 

He quickly stripped him and Draco the rest of the way and kissed him passionately once more. Their lips moved together like a boat moves with the peaceful ocean. It was perfect.

Fred was the first to pull away with Draco chasing his lips. He just chuckled and asked, "Are you ready love?" 

Draco nodded enthusiasticly and hummed a swooning. "M-mhm."

Fred loved every sound Draco made, but that was like a symphony to his ears. 

He moved his hand to Draco's hole and began teasing the rim as he stared Draco down and watched his every move. Draco just looked at him with pleading lust filled eyes before he slowly inserted a first finger, moving slightly. 

The boy under him just squirmed and moaned. Fred slowly worked his was up, adding another finger and then another, slowly scissoring and stretching the tight hole. 

Draco was a moaning mess, and Fred himself was groaning at the melody of sounds.

Fred pulled his fingers out and grabbed Draco by the hips and pulled them both up, Fred now on his knees with Draco stadling him.

Fred wordlessly guided his neglected cock to the smaller boy's hole and pushed in slightly. 

He just got the tip past and stopped. Draco was whimpering at the new sensation but didn't do anything for a bit.

After a minute like that Draco started to get a little annoyed. "Can you move, please...?"

"Y-ye need t' relax first." Fred replied, Scottish accent coming in thick. 

"Why? 'm not gonna break."

"You might not, but yer squeezing me half to death, love."

Draco slowly relaxed and lowered himself some more, drawing a collected moan from the two of them.

When he finally bottomed out, Fred whimpered a bit while Draco bit his bottom lip. 

"There we go love. You're doing so good for me." Fred praised extracting a moan from the younger man.

......He would keep that in mind for later.

He slowly raised Draco and brought him back down over and over again, slowly bouncing him on his large cock.

They were like two teenagers fucking for the first time. It was messy, but very enjoyable. Fred burried his face in Draco chest, lightly kissing the skin there and whispering sweet nothings, all praise. 

The sensations of being inside of him were crazy, it's was like they were made for each other, fit together perfectly.

Like puzzle pieces, they decided. 

He eventually found Draco's sweet spot, causing said boy to groan and whimper, holding onto his shoulders tighter and leaving scratches red marks on his skin. Fred mercilessly pounded the spot. He was close to his release, but he wanted Draco to be closer. 

It only took a few thrusts to the sensitive bundle of nerves to send Draco over the edge, decorating their chests in white as his head fell back in pleasure. 

It took exactly four more thrust for Fred to paint the insides of his love the same way. 

They sat there for a moment, panting. Fred pressed a gently kiss to his love's temple once again before he pulled out. He rested the exhausted boy on the bed and said a few quick cleaning spell on the both of them, before he joined the man who owned his heart on the bed.