Red Strings of Fate [Drarry] (Rewritten)

5

The kiss was as warm and reassuring as it was heated and exploratory.
Corvus couldn't help thinking to himself that Draco's lips were so soft, and the noises coming from him were addictive. And while that was running through Corvus' mind, Draco's was running wild with reasons why Corvus would be kissing him, seeing as he'd just told Corvus that Draco was dead without him, most people would be freaking out, maybe even running for the hills.
But, Draco chose to savour the moment instead of let it pass him by. So there he stood, Corvus Riddle's fingers twining in his hair and tongue exploring his mouth. Finally, he took some initiative and kissed back, earning a small gasp from each of them as their tongues finally met properly.

Corvus pushed Draco back against the wall, something Draco didn't submit to without a battle for dominance (which he happily gave to Corvus), Corvus kept his hands twisted in Draco's feather soft hair, while Draco's hands made their way to Corvus' hips and slowly trailed beneath his shirt, softly feeling their way up to Corvus' upper back and swiftly dragging his nails down to his mates hips, getting a moaning gasp from the dark haired vixen.

And, that is how they were found half an hour later by Analissa Riddle herself. Draco with his slender fingers looped through two belt loops on either side of Corvus' jeans, grinding their hips together, and Corvus laving attention to the new spots he found along Draco's neck that turned him into a groaning mess.

"Do you boy mind keeping it down? Aquila's room is just down the hall," Annalissa told them with a smirk from the doorway as she watched them spring apart.
"I'm so sorry aunt Lissa, I should have come to get you, but I thought you'd need your rest," Draco quickly tried to apologize to her, a deep blush dusting his cheeks.
"Its no problem Dragon, he is your mate after all. Quite understandable why your first thought would not be to come get me," Analissa reasured the boy with a grin. "Just do keep it down, Aquila doesn't need to realize her brother's return beacause he was moaning in the room down the hall from her."
"Brother?" Corvus asked, finally joining the conversation with his mother.
"Yes, Raven," She told him softly, walking towards him to rest a hand on his cheek afectionately. "You have a sister, Aquila, it means Eagle. She is three years younger than you."
"So, that dream, or memory, was all true?" Corvus asked his mother. "I really have a family?"
"Of course you do, Raven," She told him with a soft smile, unshed tears glittering in her obsidian eyes. "If you would like, we can take that glamour off you, make it seem more real?"
"I'd absolutly love that, mother," He smiled hesitantly back at her.
"Oh, how I've missed that smile!" She sobbed, a grin taking up her thin pink lips, before she enveloped Corvus in a tight hug.

Once she finally released him so he could breathe, she placed her hands on each of his shoulders and looked directly into his temporarily emerald eyes before a sad smile fell to her lips.
"I am so sorry you've had to live with those people all these years," She told him softly before pulling him in for a shorter, and looser hug, wrapping her arms around his lanky frame.
"It wasn't as if it were your fault," Corvus told her, warping his arms around her as well. "And anyways, I'd rather we just moved on and forgot about everything bad that came of that night."
"Then lets go find Sev and get that glamour taken off," She told him with an soft glint to her obsidian eyes as she pulled away.

They easily found Severus downstairs in the living room with Bellatrix. Sitting in armchairs by the fire they were discussing something. Things like 'useless', 'no good' and 'not right for you' we're falling from Severus' lips as Bellatrix shook her vehemently at him, a scowl and sad eyes focused in his direction as she repeated the word 'no'.
Finally Analissa took joy in telling them of her and the boys' arrival, by clearing her throat, noting that Bellatrix turned pink and Severus' cheeks were lightly tinted the same colour.
"Severus, I'd hate to steal you away from Bella, but we are in need of your assistance," Analissa told him sickly sweet, batting her eyelashes at him dramatically.
"And what, pray tell, do you need my assistance with? Dear sister," He asked her condescendingly.
"Corvus' glamour," She told him shortly, obviously not liking his tone.
"Ah, so the brat is going to stay?" He asked with feigned disappointment.
"Yes," Corvus told him with a smirk. "I'm sure you'll be far more agreeable once I've been de-glamoured, and had these other charms taken off."
Severus simply shook his head in bemusement as he gestured for Corvus to sit on the love seat between Bellatrix and himself.
The moment Corvus closed his eyes and noticeably relaxed, Severus began, but not before placing a silencing charm around the room, which nobody except Draco so much as raised an eyebrow at.
Moments later he found out why. Corvus' begs and screams were bouncing off the walls of the living room, sending shiver after shiver down Draco's spine and a heavy feeling of guilt to settle below his stomach as he watched but could not help his mate.

Finally the charms were all broken and dropped so that Corvus could sit back up. Once his breathing was steady, he looked first to his mother, as tears brimmed her eyes when she saw her son, then he looked to his uncle and Bella, seeing the same tears in her eyes and his uncle now had a warm look of pride in his colourless eyes.
And, finally, he turned to Draco, only to see a look filled with lust and admiration, causing a small blush to fall upon Corvus' cheeks.
"Uh.." Corvus barely got out before Bellatrix face palmed.
"You don't have any idea what you look like," She said dumbly before conjuring a hand mirror and passing it to Corvus.
He looked curiously into the glass and almost didn't recognize himself, if it weren't for the dream.
He had his father's straighter, which made it seem longer, but still messy black hair and his mother's obsidian eyes. He had a jagged scar that went over his right eye, and his mother's peony lips and pale skin.
He finally stopped drowning in his reflection when he heard a soft gasp from his left, but when he looked up, all he saw was a flash of golden blonde hair as someone dashed behind the wall.