Marked For Destiny

Emotions

Hearing about something, and actually witnessing it were two different things.  When Harry stood up, he gained the attention of everyone in the room.  They were floored.  They had never seen anything so beautiful and dangerous at the same time. The way his hair moved in slow motion, as if a breeze was blowing. How his hand had moved slowly to open the doors, and even when he blinked it was in slow motion.  Those damn eyelashes, so long they almost touched his cheeks.  Harry moving in slow motion was the epitome of power.  Period.  That was all there was to it.

Draco stood up to watch him leave, astounded by the sheer beauty of the man. He would love to be a part of that.  He wondered if the Alpha could make anyone move in slow motion like that.  He would have to ask him.  He felt a gush of anxiety and doubt from somewhere, and then the familiar feeling of Harry.  But he kept this information to himself.  He was not going to tell them everything.  Harry had been through enough tonight, so this could wait.  Anyway, the first and maybe only person he would be telling, was Harry himself.

Pansy was standing there with her mouth open.  She was amazed at seeing such power.  Narcissa had mentioned that he had new powers, but not this.  Maybe she forgot, or maybe she just didn't know.  Blaise was wondering if he had just imagined everything.  Seeing Harry move like that was breathtaking.  He certainly wouldn't mind seeing more of it.

Lucius and Narcissa were smiling from ear to ear.  That was pure magic right there.  And the way he just waved his hands to open locked doors.  Doors that had wards.  It was unimaginable.  It was thrilling.

Dumbledore and Snape knew of the powers of the Alpha, but had never witnessed it.  They too were in awe at the amount of power that Harry possessed.  And they were pleased.  They knew that if anyone could carry that much power and channel it, it was Harry.  They couldn't wait to tell Minerva of their interesting evening.

Harry had no idea about what he had just done, and was blissfully enjoying the night air.  It felt crisp, with the gentle aroma of poppies, roses and grass.  It felt great to be alive, and even more so right now, right here.  He put his hands in his pockets, and just stood there.  Admiring the beauty that was the Manor's garden, he vowed he would do this every night from now on.  It was invigorating.  

"We need to talk", whispered Draco from behind.  

Harry felt a prickling on his skin, at his neck, and his shoulders tensed.  He had been waiting for this, and yes they needed to talk.  But not here in the garden.  Not here where the people in the house were probably spying on them.  Somewhere more secluded.  Like his bedroom.  Or his bed. Probably under the covers.  Yeah, that sounded just perfect.  He made a soft sound, almost like a purring at the thought of Draco underneath his covers, and smiled.  He turned around to face Draco.

Just past him, Harry could see his friends huddled at the door.  He saw the outline of the others in the sitting room through the grey curtains, but his sole focus was on Draco.  Every part of his being wanted to take him into his arms, and assure him that no, he had never meant any harm.  And that he would never let anyone else harm him either.  He wanted to protect this man with everything that he was.  Everything that he was becoming.  And so he lifted an eyebrow, as if inviting Draco to say what he wanted. Coupled with the movement, his earring shone in the night sky, illuminated by the moon.

Draco was captivated.  The beauty of the man who was standing before him was ethereal.  It was out of this world.  Why hadn't he noticed it before?  He knew what was bothering Harry.  And he had to reassure him that he wasn't hurt.  Surprised at what had transpired in the room yes, but not hurt.  It felt exhilarating actually, being pushed against the wall with a strong hand around his throat.  It felt sexy. And he wanted to feel it again.  But how do you tell an enemy of six years, that you have feelings for him.  That you love him, and feel the need to be with him always.  How do you tell someone like Harry bloody Potter, that you are IN love with him, knowing that he would never feel the same way about you?  That the way he pushed you against the wall was sexy as fuck, and could he please do it again, because holy shit what a rush.