Second Chance

10

"Draco? Darling are you alright?"

Draco's vision was dancing around, unfocused for a moment. He felt the familiar soft sheets of his nest under his touch. Finally his eyes were getting focused, he was now fully staring into a pair of mismatched eyes. One was a bright hazel while the other was a dark maroon. He could see the tip of a scar just touching the left eyelid that was adorned by beautiful dark lashes.

A stranger, in his nest...His babies....

Draco tried to gather himself into a less vulnerable position, his hands desperately trying to find his wand under the pile of sheets. He crawled away from the stranger, with only one thing in his mind, protect the kids. His vision was getting blurred due to the tears forming, out of fear and desperation. He prayed for his parents to come back. The stranger was speaking, shouting even. Everything merged into thin air, Draco couldn't hear past his sobs and raising heartbeat. He saw the man pulling himself to full height and moments later felt hands curling around his ankles, pulling him. Draco thrashed around, kicking and shouting amidst his cries.

Strong buff hands circled his torso, fingers creeped into his hair, sweeping through the strands. He screwed his eyes shut. Draco felt gentle circles being drawn on his nape and back. It was almost like the stranger knew him, knew his body by heart. A minute or two had passed and Draco had calmed down, slowly opening his eyes. He saw the arms that cradled him, there were scars, yes and it was definitely the hands of a trained fighter. But there were also tattoos, beautiful ones. A Dragon together with a Stag, their snout was pressed together, the background was awfully similar to the clearings in the forbidden forest, with little stars surrounding them. They weren't moving, muggle tattoos didn't move, his mind supplied.

"Darling?"

The guy had an amazing odor, Draco noted. He was probably older than him and an Alpha. Draco remembered the power of the magic this man possessed. It was nothing like anything he had seen in his life before, heck he had even shared a house with a literal dark lord. But this was raw power, impeccable control and dominance. The alpha was giving out a calming scent, alarmingly comforting. Draco squirmed in his grasp, trying to get out.

"Are you going to run again?"

Draco reluctantly shook his head 'No' . The arms retracted, and the stranger sat back on his seat. For the first time Draco actually looked at the Stranger, he felt like drowning.

Harry?

The stranger had a charming smile on his face, his perfectly groomed eyebrows shaping into concern. His eyes, god his eyes, green and red. He had luscious black curls, some which fell onto his face, partially covering his right eye, the red one. Even while sitting, the guy was a half giant, compared to Draco that is. He could see multiple rings shining on his fingers, Lord Rings, at least three. Draco's gaze lingered on the stranger's calloused hands, he shifted and the inside of his palm became visible, there on the pulse point he saw it-

D.M