Through the Fire

Chapter Eight-Talk with Snape & Kisses at Moonlight

Harry watch a frustrated Draco look around the astronomy tower, then rushing out of the door. On the inside, Harry silently screams at the hand fate has given him. For some reason, he believes that the Deity chuckles each time she or it fucks with his life. Harry pulls off his cloak once he is sure that Draco will not return. What the hell am I going to do?

Warmth covers Harry as if someone pulled him in a hug. Quickly Harry turns thinking that Draco returned to the tower. When he sees no one Harry feels the ghost of a kiss graze his left cheeks. "I am here to comfort you, my Heir. Just call my name and I will come." Whispers in his ear. Warms unseen hands touch his cheeks and Harry close his eyes and nuzzle his face in the palms on his face. A few seconds the hand is gone and so is the warmth. Harry pulls up his cloak around him and turns to look back out at the stars.

Maybe I am worrying too much, Draco has no idea it is me. All I need to do is continue as if nothing happened between last night and see what is going to happen. Harry touch his lips and smile, wow, I had my first kiss, and it was wonderful.

The next morning Harry sits in his usual seat at the Gryffindor table, the Great Hall is buzzing with activity. Harry could not believe what happened last night, what am I going to do? Do I approach him? Hell No! I can see it now. Me walking up to Draco saying, hey Malfoy I'm your mate. The blonde boy would laugh his arse off and whose it as the perfect opportunity to embarrass me in front of the whole school. No, thank you, and I rather do not want to continue to be the gossip of the school. Harry sighs, since last night his thoughts been all over the bloody place.

With the knowledge that he is the only one who knows he is Draco's mate. Harry uses it his advantage discreetly watches Draco's every move. Harry chuckles under thinking that his breath his dominant is so adorable. Harry watch as Draco put a breakfast sausage in his mouth. Then licked his fingers slowly, he became fascinated with the way Draco's lips circle around each finger then drew it in his mouth. Harry licks his lips remembering the taste of his Dominants lips and the tender grip of his strong fingers. A shiver runs down his spine the memory of how Draco's took charge of their first kiss together.

A jealous pang hits Harry as he wonders where his mate learned how to kiss like that. The expertise in the way Draco's devoured his made him forget who he was for a few minutes. Made him forget that they are rivals and the shit that will come once Draco realizes they are mates.

Harry sighs at the upheaval that has been his life in the past few months. Being Hogwarts heir, gaining a big brother, grandparents and a castle who comforts him the a mother should. This morning Harry woke to soft, warm unseen hands caressing his face. A gentle good morning my heir is silently whispered in his ear. Harry makes a point to ask Neville if he is experiencing the same thing hearing Hogwarts speaking to him. Harry looks over at his mate one more his brows crease together when he sees Pansy leans over and whispers something causing Draco's face to light up as he tries to hide a smile. I am the only one that is supposed to make him beam like that. I should be bothered that he is my mate, but I am not. Harry worries what Draco will say or do when he does find out they are mates.

The animosity between Harry and Draco is very real. Will they ever be able to look beyond that? Harry already feel that he can look beyond their past and move forward with their future. Will Draco accept me as his mate or reject me once he finds out?

A stolen kiss will not fix the hate Draco feels for me. Harry groans at his silent thoughts. I'm going to drive myself mental with worry. For now I will hold on to what we shared last night. With his mind made up Harry decides to keep his distance and identity from Draco for as long as he possibly can.