Through the Fire

Chapter Thirteen-Finally Yours

Chapter Twelve – Finally Yours

It is a couple hours later after the mishap in Potions class, and Draco walks down to the dungeons with determination in his stride. He needed time to clear his mind and get his thoughts together before he seeing or speaking Harry. If he tries to approach Harry right now in the infirmary, there might be words said in the heat of the moment that cannot be taken back. Draco thinks back to their relationship over the years, have all the arguments, hexes and fights leading up to the moment this point? Being mates, fated for each other? Draco shakes his head, no one will be able to answer that question but fate herself.

Draco reaches his Uncle Sev's private room and knocks on the door. When no one answers, he whispers the password letting himself in. He walks over to the sofa sits down with a heavy sigh Draco leans his head back and close his eyes. Might as well wait. Draco's mind drifts off as he thinks about the things Harry told him, his family abused and neglected him since he was a baby. Was that a lie? He knew who I was from the beginning did he tell me all of those things to garner empathy from me? The beatings, the ridicule and most of all the I treated him over the years. Guilt rises inside Draco, oh Merlin, the things I said to him, done to him out of jealousy. It hurt Draco that since their first year Harry chose Weasley and Granger and not him. Subconsciously I wanted to be his first choice even then. I purposely sought him out, made sure I constantly remained in his face and mind.

During his rampant thoughts, his godfather Severus walked into the room. "Draco, what are you doing here?"

Draco jumps to his feet quickly and begins to pace. "I need some advice Uncle Sev."

Severus becomes concerned with Draco's agitated body language he walks over to his godson and stops him mid pace. "What kind of advice?"

Draco sighs, "I found my mate." He tells his godfather.

"That is great Dragon." Severus says with genuine happiness, and then his brows come together with a frown. "I am sensing a but"

"My mate is Harry Potter." Draco blurts out.

Severus is not sure he heard Draco correctly "S...sa...say that again?"

"Yes, Harry Potter...the boy who lives to torture me is my mate." Draco whines.

Severus is a bit shocked, but Draco does not seem to notice. "How did you find out?"

"During potions class, before the Caesium was knocked over," Draco says. But he also needed to know if Harry is ok. "Is he going to be ok? I know inhaling the toxic fumes can be dangerous in itself but, he also slipped and fell on it."

"He will be fine," Severus reassures Draco. "Madam Pomfrey was able to get his clothes off in time before it was able to seep into his skin. He should be out of the infirmary and back in his dorms as we speak."

Draco takes a sigh of relief, and Caesium is very toxic in its self. It is only used in certain potions. Why was it at our workstation in the first place? That among all the other questions that keep swirling in Draco's head.

"Draco beside finding out Potter is your mate what else is bothering you?" Severus asks walking over to the sofa. Draco follows Severus and sits beside the older man.

Leaning his head back on the couch Draco stares at the ceiling. "Before I knew who my mate was we had a few midnight meetings," He begins to tell his godfather but skipping over the part about the kisses they shared. "I never got to see his face, and I saw his wings and hair. He wears a pretty powerful glamor, and I did not recognise his voice either. It did not grate on my nerves like usual, and his voice sounds soft and masculine at the same time." Draco says trying to find the right words to describe the effect Harry has on him. "He asked me to give him time and for us to get to know each other. He was not ready to show himself to me and against my better judgement I agreed."