drorry

chapter 11

Harry's point of view

I was pissed off. the goblin roghan had insulted my mate and raised his voice in anger. But what really made me mad was when Draco hid himself behind me in fear of the goblins violent stance and tone. After sensing my mates fear I felt an incredible rage take over me.

Without a second thought I had grabbed him by the neck and held him in the air. Under the palm of my hand I felt his throat contracting. Working hard to pull air into his lungs. His feet kicking helplessly as he tried to escape my grasp.

I was fighting against the desire to kill him for his offence against my mate as I tightly squeezed his neck in my hand.
But when his face began to turn an unsightly yellow color I tossed him to the ground. He immediately rose to his knees and prostrated himself before me. His body shaking in fear.

I looked down at him in disgust and when I spoke my voice was shaking in anger. How dare you speak to us in such a manner. You should consider yourself lucky you even have the business of the Potter and Malfoy households. And Unless you immediately beg for my mates forgiveness we will be doing our banking Elsewhere.

As the goblin began to stumble out an apology I reached back for Dracos hand. coming up empty I turned around to see he was no where in sight. the bitter tang of his fear still lingering faintly in the air.

I ran out of the bank and searched through the crowds. unable to see him I took to the air. I searched relentlessly but was still unable to find him I had flown towards the more dangerous parts of city and just when i was about to give up i heard the sounds of a fight and a man's high pitch scream I immediately took off in that direction.

But what I found surprised me. The ground was littered with the bodies of unconscious men there was some blood but it wasn't a complete slaughter but you could tell that who ever beat them up was holding back because nobody was dead they were just unconscious.

I smelled dracos sweet chocolatey smell was mixed with warm tones of coffee. The strong smell coated the alley and it was delicious and I knew I had found my other mate.

But when I looked around I couldn't see them and I was beginning to panic thinking that maybe they had already left and I had missed the chance to not only get Draco back but also to find my other mate. As I looked closely at my surroundings I notice a red headed man shrouded in darkness at the back of the alley.

He was hunched over looking at something in his arms. While I was observing him I noticed that the Draco's sweet smell and the rich coffee smell of my other mate had not faded infact as I walked down the alleyway it only continued to get stronger.

So it would seem that this man might just be my other mate. He was tall actually not much shorter than my current height with long and disorderly silky red hair that looked like a living flame trailing down his back. The clothes he was wearing were much too tight giving definition to his broad shoulders and firm buttocks. This view was stunning but I wanted to see his face.

His gorgeous red hair brought to mind my other crush. Having spent all my time with my best friend Ronald Weasley it was impossible for me not to fall in love with him. He was always able to make me laugh even during the most dangerous or depressing times and he understood me better than anyone else often knowing what I was thinking just by looking at me.

So when he began dating Hermione I was heart broken. Having just gathered the courage to confess to him he drops the bomb on me that he has begun dating Hermione. After he said this he had looked at me expectantly as if he was waiting on something. Even though I was in love with him I couldn't bring myself to confess. especially not when he was so obviously happy.

Now looking at this stranger with his silken red hair immediately brings my first love back to my mind. Leading me into wishing against all hope that the stranger before me was indeed Ronald Weasley but that is highly unlikely. My luck would have to be astronomical to have not only one but both of my crushes as a mate. And if my experience with the Dursleys is anything to go by I'm just not that lucky.