A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Harrys 14th birthday

Harry was 14! He was rather excited, something told him that this was a big milestone, other then his creatures agreeing that he could finally, "claim", his mate. He knew he wouldn't be having sex with Draco until he was at least 16, it just made sense to him to wait. He was awake, staring at the ceiling, with Blaise and Draco curled up to him in bed. He liked having them close, even if his creatures expected sex, he knew they only thought that way in order to make function. He didn't necessarily mind, after all, he wasn't being forced into having sex with his mate. He continued to lie in bed, holding them. He counted down his birthday in his head, it was tradition for him after all. "Ten, nine, eight... two, one... happy birthday Harry." He whispered to himself, he was always quiet, but he had to say it out loud, it was his birthday tradition. He waited for them to wake up, it was taking forever... even if it was only midnight. He winced as he felt a pain in his back, it reminded him of a less painful inheritance. He waited, but all that happened was a slight glow, perhaps he was given a boost to his magic... or maybe... "Blaise, you're mate is a lot older, isn't he?" Harry suddenly whispered, having smelled someone on him. Blaise woke up, barely, and looked at him. He blushed before nodding. "Yeah, he is. My mum made me accept his claim." Harry squeezes him gently. "How bad?" Blaise shudders, before curling closer to Harry. "His breath smells, and he's gross. His hands are clammy and cold, and he looks like a rat. He doesn't even have a creature, Haz..." Harry looks at him, before asking quietly, "did he already mark you?" Blaise nods, and shows his neck, on it, is a brand, not a bite, a fucking Brand. "Blaise, love... he didn't... he branded you?" Blaise starts to cry softly, "yeah... he didn't mark me, he branded me... like an animal." "Who is he, love, I'll kill him." Harry says, his Veela coming to the surface. Blaise shakes his head, before curling further into him. "It's your birthday, I'm fine." Harry hold them both tighter, letting Draco continue to sleep. "If you decide to tell me, I'll do everything I can to help. I promise." Blaise nods, curling further in, his hold.