The dragon King

21

Harry.. 

Harrion.. 

Where are you?

We need you, this is unbearable!

It's sticky, exhausting, too much for us alone.. More, please anything!

"I-I know.. It's difficult.. I-I can't. I can't!"

Please.. Darling.. Master.. Our King..

"You need to stop! I have told you before! I will not hurt you, I will not touch you, I will not come near as long as you are in heat!"

"Harry, who are you yelling at? It's a quarter past two in the morning.." Hermione's soft pitter of woolen slippers sounded up the stairs. 

It had been nights.. Days and long hours of hurting and suffering. Why is it that something so sweet, so soft and welcoming.. like clouds, you know the ones, the cotton candy ones.. That something so.. homely, cozy.. always had to have a sharp edge, always the betraying tiny letters at the bottom of the contract.. So close yet so far. He just wanted to hold them.. Snuggle them close like the first few weeks had been, so close, all day just cuddling.. No, maybe not even that, just a glimpse of them would do, just a tiny glance through a window, a slight sliver of their hair, their hands, their faces.. But no.. not even that was allowed. They tortured him. Every second of every hour of every day. That fucking sweet scent, like.. like.. like coming home after a long day of having your lunch forgotten on the counter next to the sink in the kitchen, because you were in a rush, and all day you've done nothing but sweat and hard work, and running errands and being the boss' lap dog doing the filthy jobs, and dinner being ready on the table, a hot shower running for you and your bed ever so welcoming with the softest blankets and the softest fairy lights turned on and your favorite LP on the turning table spinning..
That's what it felt like.. 

Harry let out a whimper and a low groan, tears springing in his eyes of the sheer helplessness of the situation. 

"Oh Harrion.." Hermione kneeled in front of him. She was so much smaller than him now, still stuck at the age of 16 while he had the body of a grown man. She took his face in her hands and wiped the tears away, like she remembered her mother doing to herself on countless nights. He placed his hands over hers and enjoyed the feeling of someone touching his face with such care for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and taking her hands into his own. 

"I know.. I know I can't see them right now.. But I can't.. I don't want to wait Hermione.. I'm in pain, physical pain, Hemione. They keep luring me in, keep whispering these things.. They need me as much as I need them. It's not fair, this bundled up energy and this scent.."

"I know, shhh.. I know.." Hermione tried to calm the man down, keeping her own emotion as calm as possible. "It is difficult, Dragon, and you will get throug this, its not long anymore.. You have resisted them this long and you can go longer. Do you need me to call Draco or Antoine?" 
She rubbed Harrion's hands with her own, warming them because they had been in the cold of the tiled floor and hallway all week long. 

Harry nodded gently, holding back the urge to scrape his way through the door to his mates with his bare claws. 

A wand was drawn, and with Harrion's visual permission a small bird flew out of her wand on it's way to the unexpecting men two rooms away. 

"They'll be here soon, I made sure of that." Hermione said as she kept rubbing his hands. 

Not a minute later a very angry duo of men stood at the base of the stairs, eyebags already forming, batting away a swarm of tiny birds pecking at their heads. Though their anger faded away at the sight of Hermione calming down her friend, the air filled with lavender and a sad chamomile scent. 

"That's it.. That's what we need! Get the scarfs!" Draco ran towards the basket near the door and pulled out a bunch of scarfs they had been using as exchange material, and threw them at Antoine. Antoine's face lit up and at that moment he realised it too. Hermione still sat a little puzzled across Harrion, but didn't let go of his hands. "Rub them over him right now and dont stop untill he is completely cried out."

"This is the exact scent my mother showed me. The one scent that can calm down anyone and anything. Show this to them, the twins, the mates, and they will counter react. The combination of the two.. whoo.. Can stop anything. Their heat will end immediately and we'll be done with this mess."