Marked For Destiny

Draco

After leaving Harry, Draco went to his room, knowing that Dumbledore and the others had already left.  Not feeling hungry, he had no desire to join them for dinner.  He had a lot of thinking to do.  Thinking about the message from Prytus, the explanations from his headmaster, the trial of his father, and most of all, his feelings for Harry.  The feelings from Harry.  Everything was just so confusing.  Maybe a shower would help him think more clearer.

He undressed fast, wanting to be under the hot water as soon as possible.  He climbed in, letting the water burn his skin.  He stood there for a while, before taking his apple scented shampoo and lathering it into his hair.  Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the heat and the smell of the suds.  Rinsing off his hair, and applying soap to his body,  his mind wandered back to the discussion in the garden.  He remembered that when he suddenly felt lust Harry had looked up suddenly, as if he knew what he was feeling.  He started groaning.  He was hard. Again.

Taking the soap in his hands, he started stroking himself.  Thinking of the hands that had grabbed him, the breath on his face, and the growl that made up Harry, he wanted to climax slowly.  He recalled every single thing that had happened between them.  Harry calling him beautiful.  Twice.  Harry hugging him, Harry raising an eyebrow that was so damn sexy, Harry clutching his shirt and pinning him against the wall, Harry breathing in his scent, and Harry growling in his throat. He remembered Harry removing his own shirt ever so slowly, while looking into his eyes.  Oh Gods, he was so close.  With one final stroke he came with a groan, silently wishing that Harry was here with him.  

He cleaned himself up again, and after satisfied that he was good to go, he closed the taps, stepped out, and put on his emerald green silk pajamas.  Immediately he felt cold again.  How was that possible.  Maybe he should go and lie by the fire again, just to feel some heat.  Just to get some sleep.  The other night when he had laid on Harry's chest was the first time in a long time that he had slept with no dreams or nightmares.  He felt protected.  He felt warm.  He felt safe.  He felt loved.  

After deciding that he would go to the sitting room, he took his pillow and blankets and moved silently throughout the Manor.  He added logs to the fire, so the heat could build up, and then he moved the couch until it was in front of the flames.  What was the point of sleeping in front of the fire, if he wasn't really in front of it?

He lay down on his right side, staring into the flames, and prayed for sleep to take him.  Shivering slightly, he wondered if he should go and fetch another blanket, when a sound brought his attention to the doorway just left of the kitchens.  He lay still, straining to hear the sound again, but it didn't come.  He was about to turn back to the fire, when he heard heavy breathing behind the couch.  

Harry was standing there.  He was covered in sweat.  And he was shaking uncontrollably.  Draco sat up fast and reached out to him.  "Harry? Are you feeling alright?".  Realizing that was a stupid question, he held onto Harry's hand, and asked "What can I get for you?"  Harry raised his eyes, and said calmly, "Nightmare".  Draco held his breath, waiting for more words from Harry, and when none came, he simply opened his blankets, and offered Harry a place next to him on the couch.

He walked around to the front of where Draco was lying down, and sat on the floor with his back against the couch.  Draco sat up, and placed both legs aside of him.  He leaned down and put his arms around the neck and shoulders of Harry, just to try and stop the shaking.  "Talk to me Harry, what happened?" he asked shakily.  He put the side of his face at the back of Harry's head, and started rocking him from side to side.

After waking up from a terrible nightmare, Harry had one goal.  Find Draco.  He had no idea what the nightmare was about, only that he was meant to find the blond man, so that he could help him calm down.  He didn't even want to remember the nightmare, and maybe that also meant that it wasn't important.  He just knew he had to do something, and that entailed finding Draco, and being held by him. 

He was slowly aware of being held.  By strong arms with a tender touch.  He looked down and saw the green silk of pajamas around him.  He leaned his head back onto the couch to try and make sense of what was happening.  Again Draco spoke, "Harry, talk to me.  How can I help you?"

"You already are helping Boo", he said.  Draco was taken aback.  Who was Boo?  And why was Harry calling him that?  He wanted to ask so badly, but didn't want to push his luck.  And so he waited.  When he couldn't handle the silence anymore, he asked "Who is Boo?", hoping it was him, but also wondering what had brought it about.  Before he could ask a second time, Harry turned around where he sat, and faced Draco.  He put his hand on Draco's cheek, and said in a very soft voice, "You are Boo".

"You are beautiful. You are my Boo", he said with a snarl in his voice.  It was the Alpha that had decided this, Harry knew for sure.  There was no way in his right mind, he would ever call someone Boo.  It was a cute nickname yes, but this was more than just that.  He had the feeling that he was supposed to nickname this blond human in front of him, and so he went with it. He also felt in that moment, that Draco would agree and accept it.

Draco felt a tingling down his spine, as if it were meant to be.  He couldn't really say that he was a fan of nicknames, but somehow this felt right.  Like it was written in the stars.  How's that for weird?  He placed his hand on top of Harry's, that was still on his cheek, and had the need to confirm what had just been said.  "Boo, I like it".  He felt silly but free at the same time.  Did they just connect?  What would his parents say if they heard Harry calling him Boo in front of them?  Not that he cared, it was a great feeling to feel beautiful, special, free, and most of all, like he belonged.

Harry lifted himself up, and lay down next to Draco.  He opened his arms in an invitation, so that Draco could lie on his chest, and he did so without hesitation.  The familiar warmth of Harry's body heat filled him with desire and need.  Being held by the golden boy sure was a great feeling.  But it was more than that.  It was electrifying.  He felt the magic that was surrounding Harry as soon as he felt his arms around him, and wondered what was going on between them.

He desperately hoped that Harry had answers, because he was so confused.  In the beginning he had felt nothing but hate and anger towards the man holding him, but now after just 3 days, he was in his arms, hoping for more.  How in the name of Merlin did that happen?  What was the cause of all of this?  Did it have something to do with the Alpha status?  Did he even want to know?  

When Draco thought of the Alpha, he immediately thought of the soulmate.  Was he just a passing temptation so that Harry could get through his transformation with ease, only to be thrown away when it suited him?  He hated himself for the thoughts that he was having.  Harry was the kindest, most humble caring person he had ever known, so that didn't make any sense. What then?  Suddenly Draco's eyes went wide, and he gasped.

What if he was the soulmate?