Wings And Whispers

Chapter Eight: Timid Reasons

     Finding out that you were born destined to be with a soulmate is a lot to take in. Finding out that you have more that one, that's more. Finding out that they're all guys, that's even more. But nothing is as surprising as finding out that one of your mates is your almost life long enemy. So, you can imagine all of the things running through young Harry's mind considering that one of his mates, one of the people he has to be with forever, is Draco fucking Malfoy.

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"Hey, George?"

"Yeah, Fred?"

"You're seeing this too....right?"

"Depends. Are you asking about the fact that Malfoy is our other submissive or the fact that Harry is practically chewing his gums off?"

"Ummm....yes. Both. Most definitely both."

A few rows over sparks were flying between two lip locked should-be enemies.

"Mr. Potter, I'd suggest that you get off of Mr. Malfoy and stopped disturbing my class."

The greasy haired professor pulled Harry up by the collar and helped a flushed Draco off of the floor. Wide eyed Malfoy stood staring in shock at the dark haired boy being quietly lectured by their potions professor. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He just practically made out with none other than Harry bloody James Potter. And worst(best?) of all....Draco enjoyed it.

"Malfoy, Potter, Weasley F., and Weasley G., please report to Headmaster McGonagall's. Get out of my hair for now."

"Who'd want to be in it in the first place?"

"Mr. Weasley F., I can still hear you. Please refrain from insulting me until your out of my earshot."

     The twins shared a look of amusement before the exact weight of the situation hit them. Draco Malfoy, as in Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco Malfoy. They glanced around finding that the potion had already worn off. The twins took one of Harry's hands each and began to leave. Fred looked back to see that Draco was standing alone, unmoved, and just staring at his feet. Fred motioned for his other mates to go on before pulling away to check on Draco.

     Draco had millions of different thoughts all rushing through his mind at a mile a minute. He tried desperately to focus on just one and straighten his mind out but it was no use. At the moment his head was so crowded he neither noticed the redhead pulling him out into the hall and then hugging him nor felt the abstract tear drifting down his porcelain cheek. The blonde boy didn't fail to notice, however, the feeling of love that came from being in the redhead's arms. He sank down to his knees, being followed by Fred and the other two as they had now realized the situation. Just by looking into his baby blue eyes they could see the fear and pain that he'd always hid.

"My.....my dad.... he'll-"

"Shhh...it will be fine, love."

"You have us, remember that."

"Come on, Draco, let's go to McGonagall now, alright?"

     Draco didn't understand. He just couldn't comprehend anything that was happening. Or maybe he was he just wasn't realizing it on a conscious level. All he knew was his feelings at that moment.

     The shock. The shock of finding out he had soulmates, and who they were. The relief. The relief of not having been stuck with some girl and have to explain that he 'just didn't swing that way.' The security. The securing feeling of having someone there for him. The fear. Oh, the fear. The fear of how his father will react. The fear of how his father will react when he's told that his son is gay. That the only one who can produce a Malfoy heir is gay. Even then, he could probably convince him to get a wife only for the sole purpose of a heir, then afterwards he could live his life. Only, his gay son having soulmates kinda threw a wrench into those plans.

     They three boys dried their mate's straying tears before helping him stand.

"Come on, Draco. We're here for you." Harry said as he reassuringly placed his arm across the blonde's shoulders.

     Draco gave a small grin to his newfound mates before beginning to slowly walk with them to the Headmistress' office. After internal struggles the four were in a semi lighthearted mood, sharing stories and facts about themselves and their situation on their way. They were all hopeful that this would just roll over easily... until a certain aristocratic drawl rang through the near empty hall.

"Draco? What the bloody hell is going on here?"

     Hey guys, if I don't update much I'm sorry. I've been kinda busy sorting out some personal affairs so I've hardly had time to sort out a schedule for this story. I'm trying to get stuff organized. So, sooo sorry for the wait. Hope you're enjoying the story, I appreciate constructive criticism and positive feedback please! THANKS FOR READING!<3(btw; anything said in this story (hate wise) on the subject of lgbtq+ and anything concerning the opinions of such are not my opinions nor are they J.K. Rowlings'. They are simply there to move the plot I had in mind forward. p.s. Sorry for the long A/N🙃