The Rise of the Drackens

Harry comes into a very unexpected inheritance. He is a creature both rare and very dangerous, a creature that is black listed by the British Ministry. So now he must avoid detection at all costs, whilst choosing his life partners and dealing with impending pregnancy at just sixteen. With danger coming not just from the Ministry but even other creatures, what was he supposed to do?


19. Chapter Nineteen – Repetitive Renditions

Harry woke up to very feral, hostile growling. He blinked and found his vision obscured by the most beautiful, bright blue wings that he had even laid eyes on. He touched the stunning equally bright blue scales and the owner of said wings and scales shivered.

Harry peeked over the top of those wings, standing up to do so as they were so large and he looked between the juncture of Max's neck and his wing. Draco and Blaise were standing opposite, Blaise looked tired and exasperated, Draco was the source of the hostile growling.

"W'as going on?" Harry slurred sleepily.

"Draco believes that Max stole you from our bed last night so that he could turn you against us." Blaise explained with a small shake of the head.

"I would never turn against you!" Harry stated sharply. "I love each and every one of you exactly the same, Draco. How could you accuse me of something like that?"

"He is just jealous and feeling a bit insecure so he is lashing out." Max told him, his eyes never leaving Draco. "My presence interrupted what was supposed to be his bonding; his Dracken is looking for reassurance that I am not replacing him."

It was in that moment that Harry truly realised that Max was, in actual fact, thirty-one years old. He was older and knew a hell of a lot more than him, Blaise and Draco put together. It reassured him and he draped his arms around Max's neck and nuzzled the skin and strong muscle there with his nose.

"Max is not replacing you, Draco, but you have to understand that he is my mate as well. I have three mates that all need my time and attention and it will be much easier on all of us if we can all get along, it means I don't have to separate you all. It wouldn't be fair if I was sitting here in the living room with Max and Blaise and you had to be placed in the bedroom because you can't behave when around the other mates, Draco."

Max was practically melting under Harry's ministrations to his neck. Such affection and love, he had been missing out on so much. He had never realised that being with a mate could be like this.

Harry climbed out from behind Max and went to Draco, standing on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Draco's forehead, his arms going around his neck.

"I love you, Draco and I always will. The nightmare of me rejecting you is over and it will not ever happen again. We are bonded now until death do us part. Though don't you go dying on me either."

Harry gave a small smile and dropped back down on his feet to press a kiss to Draco's pale pink lips. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and dropped his nose into Harry's hair.

"Max didn't steal me from the bedroom either. I couldn't sleep because I didn't have Max with me and I didn't have any more sleeping potions left over, so I came out here so I wouldn't wake either you or Blaise up with my restlessness. Max came in about an hour later. I must have fallen asleep then."

"You did." Max reassured him with a smile. "I fell asleep under you."

"He didn't even want to use magic to expand the settee." Blaise smirked. "He thought that wiggling his wand out of his pocket and waving it around would wake you up."

Max went a very faint pink, but he did nothing else to show his embarrassment as he waved Blaise off with a grin.

Harry chuckled as he hopped up to wrap his legs around Draco, whose arm almost automatically slid under his bum to support him.

"Do we have lessons today? Actually what day is it?" Harry asked.

"It's Tuesday today, we should really have gone back to lessons yesterday, but due to the drama it was probably for the best that we didn't." Blaise answered.

"So we do have lessons?"

"Yes, in an hour or so, but breakfast first yes?"

Harry looked to Max then, his face scrunched up as he tried to figure out what the thirty-one year old man was going to do all day.

"I'll be going to work, Harry. I've been flooing to and from the Dracken compound from my workplace for these last couple of months. I get off at four."

"Last lesson ends at five and then we have dinner."

Max grinned as he moved to kiss Harry's cheek and, grinning even more, he kissed Draco's forehead. Draco who growled threateningly, but couldn't do anything else because he was holding onto Harry.

"I'll meet you back here after your dinner." Max told him.

Harry leant forward and gave Max a hug and a more passionate kiss on the lips before Max left for work.

Harry wiggled to be put down and he bounced off to have a shower and to get dressed. He was ready in twenty minutes much to Draco's ever growing disdain.

"I'm not going to spend an hour getting ready, Draco." Harry insisted. "We don't have the time and I have nothing else I need to do."

"Not an hour then but half an hour at least."

"I already spent twenty minutes getting ready, I won't spend another half an hour getting ready, I wouldn't know what to do!"

"Let me do it for you then."


Harry scowled as he held both Draco's and Blaise's hands walking into the Great Hall. People stared, people pointed and whispered, but Harry didn't care. For the first time in his life, he didn't care that people were pointing and whispering about him. He had Blaise and Draco and Max, why should he care what other people thought of him when he had his three mates?

Harry sat down and ignored the glare that he received from Theodore Nott, who had not given up on getting his hands on Blaise. Harry would have skinned him alive if he had thought for a moment that the human was a threat.

Harry loaded his plate full of meat and happily ate until his heart's content. Though he was glad that both Blaise and Draco had hunted the night previous, this meat was just a tad too cooked for his current tastes, but thanks to the two raw meals he had devoured with his mates, he could handle the cooked meat, even though he didn't really want it.

"Please tell me that you aren't dying." A voice demanded.

Harry peeked over his shoulder and grinned at Ginny, whose joyful, child-like face tried to take attention away from the concerned eyes that belied her expression.

"I'm not dying." Harry answered with a smile. "Madam Pomfrey has contained the illness and I should be fine soon enough."

"She did say he might have one more really bad bout of it before it was all out of his system though." Blaise answered quickly and Harry looked at him confusedly.

Harry could have slapped himself as he remembered that he still needed another mate. He didn't feel like he needed one, in fact he felt so content with the three that he had that he had actually forgotten that he needed a fourth mate, but Elder Trintus had explained before he had gotten Draco as a mate that he would feel like he wouldn't need another mate, even when he did need one because his Dracken side would only recognise the amount of mates he needed to get him a clutch of children, not how many he needed to be completely healthy.

"I can hope can't I?" Harry answered, only Draco and Blaise understanding the double meaning to his words.

He didn't want a fourth mate, hell he hadn't wanted a second mate! Now he was stuck with three and soon to get a fourth, yet he didn't see it as a hardship. He saw his three gorgeous mates and felt like the luckiest person alive, he didn't want a fourth mate but as soon as he had them, he would love them so much that he wouldn't be able to think of living without them.

It really was a terrible part of being a Dracken, yet if it gave him the unconditional love of four men and a horde of children who he would love until his dying breath; he wasn't going to bitch about it…too much at least.

"Do you think you'll be fit for our match against Hufflepuff?" Ginny asked.

"No idea. Maybe, maybe not." Harry answered, knowing that there was a huge chance that he would be pregnant for the Hufflepuff match and unable to play. It was why he had thrown himself wholly and completely into the match against Ravenclaw, because he knew that it was very likely that it would be his last ever match.

He sighed and placed a hand over his belly, imagining a child growing there.

"Oh dear Merlin." Ginny breathed, she grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the Great Hall and away from Draco and Blaise.

"Harry, are you having protected sex?" She asked seriously.

Harry blushed to the roots of his hair. "I…that is…don't think it's any of your business, Ginny."

"This isn't the time for virgin cuteness, Harry! It's just occurred to me that you've grown up in the Muggle world, you wouldn't know!"

"Know what, Ginny?"

"Wizards can get pregnant, Harry." Ginny told him. "If you've been having unprotected sex with other wizards you could be pregnant, you have to get yourself checked over by Madam Pomfrey, right now!"

Harry let himself be dragged to the hospital wing, knowing all the while that Madam Pomfrey would use the extra sensitive spell used for detecting very early Dracken pregnancies. He didn't know what he wanted the results to be. He knew that there was an incredibly high chance that he was already pregnant, he only needed two mates to get pregnant and even though his Dracken only saw Max and Draco as one, he in actual fact had three mates. Yet he didn't want to be pregnant at just sixteen! He was too young to properly care for a baby! He didn't even have a full education yet! He didn't have a house for his baby to live in; he didn't have the skills he needed to look after a baby and he didn't have a job!

"What have you been doing this time?" Madam Pomfrey asked with a long suffering sigh.

"He's been having unprotected sex, Madam Pomfrey. He didn't know about male pregnancies so he didn't think he needed to use protection spells." Ginny stated matter of factly whilst Harry blushed beside her.

Madam Pomfrey knew immediately what the problem was. She gave a long look to Harry before bustling around and getting him to hop onto a bed. She handed him a large red coloured book and Harry stared at the title. 'Your Baby and You: What you can expect from a Male Pregnancy.'

"I don't know if I'm pregnant yet!" Harry gasped out indignantly.

"That book contains the incantations for contraceptive charms and the names and ingredients for different potions that you can use to help you. It also has all the information you will need on looking after yourself during pregnancy and how to properly care for a newborn baby if it turns out that you are pregnant."

"Can we please get on with it?" Harry begged.

Madam Pomfrey nodded her head curtly and waved her wand over his belly gently and then more vigorously. Harry felt her magic seep through his skin and touch something within him, something that made his gums and fingertips ache as his fangs and claws tingled to be released.

It took nearly all of his will power to keep his wings and scales from bursting out from his control. He clenched his hands to stop his claws from coming out and he breathed deeply against the urge to attack Madam Pomfrey, to protect his baby. He knew the results of the test before Madam Pomfrey had even read the results of her diagnostic charm…he knew before anyone had to say anything. He was pregnant.

"Well you are already pregnant, Mister Potter. Take that book and read it thoroughly and come back for a check-up in exactly two weeks."

"When did I get pregnant?" Harry asked. "I mean, exactly when?"

"It is impossible to tell you exactly when, but I can tell you that you are only eleven days pregnant."

Harry quickly worked it out. He had gotten pregnant on his second day of the heat, after Max had joined them. Oh hell, he was screwed. Three potential Fathers, three potential Fathers who would love nothing more than to sit him in a soft chair and never let him get up again.

"So which of your men did you have sexual relations with eleven days ago, Harry?" Ginny asked innocently, but her eyes gleamed as she put emphasis on the word sexual relations, implying explicitly that she meant which of your men thoroughly fucked you eleven days ago.

Harry blushed and went slightly light headed from the rush of blood to his head. He looked from Ginny's eager, salacious face to Madam Pomfrey's sympathetic, yet expectant look.

"All of them."

Ginny giggled. "Harry you dirty, naughty boy."

"Please read the book carefully, Mister Potter." Madam Pomfrey told him. "And please come back to see me if you have questions, if you feel like you need to talk or if anything feels amiss. If I don't see you before then, I want to see you in two weeks' time for a check-up."

Harry nodded his understanding and he let Ginny lead him out of the hospital wing.

"Merlin, Harry! You're pregnant, you're going to have a baby! You have to tell Mum! She'll be so excited, we all know that she sees you as her youngest son; she'll be getting her first grandchild from you! She's been on at Bill and Charlie for years now, it drives them nuts, you can take the pressure off of them, they'll love you forever."

"I…I don't know, Ginny. When the papers get a hold of the story I won't be able to move a foot without being hounded."

"But what happens if the papers get a hold of the story and Mum still doesn't know."

Harry went white and nodded, changing direction up to the Owlery. He called Hedwig down who nuzzled the side of his face and his hair with her beak and tongue.

Ginny handed him a piece of parchment whilst Harry dug out one of his self-inking quills. Then he was stuck, he didn't know what to write.

"Hurry, Harry, we don't have much time before lessons start." Ginny urged him.

"Alright alright." Harry conceded, putting quill to parchment and writing a quick but informative letter to Mrs Weasley.

"Hedwig, take this to Mrs Weasley and only Mrs Weasley." Harry told her. She nipped his ear affectionately before flying out of the Owlery and leaving Ginny and Harry to near enough run to their lessons.

Harry didn't see Blaise or Draco for the next three hours, but that was fine, he stayed with Neville, Dean and Seamus.

At lunch Harry made his way to where he saw a shock of platinum blond hair and he wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders, kissing the back of his neck.

Draco pulled Harry around his body and sat him in his lap. Blaise leant forward and gave him a soft, lingering kiss and Harry sighed.

"So, Potter, was what Weasley shrieking about this morning true? Are you pregnant?" Pansy Parkinson asked conversationally.

"I had hoped to tell my lovers first, before anyone else but as that is shot to hell now, yes it's true." Harry answered, ignoring Blaise's hand clenching on his and Draco's arms squeezing around his middle.

"Well I suppose this is an impromptu 'welcome to the circle' meeting." Pansy answered.

"A what?" Harry asked.

"You are a Half-blood, Potter, yet you have a Pureblood Father, this mistake of your Father's can be forgiven only once, because his Pureblood runs through your veins. If it was diluted anymore, you would not be accepted into the Pureblood circles and neither would your children. The only way for the Potter line to be seen as Pureblooded again is if you marry into a Pureblood line and produce a child. The hardest part for you would have been finding a respectable Pureblood who was willing to impregnate you."

Harry was about to tell Pansy to shove her welcome meeting up her bony arse, that his Father hadn't made any sort of mistake by marrying his Mother, when Draco clamped a hand over his mouth.

"We accept your welcome and look forward to socialising with you in the future." Draco answered formally.

Pansy nodded and turned away. Draco took his hand away from Harry's mouth, who glared at him furiously.

"I know you don't care about the Pureblood social circles, Harry, I know your Father didn't make a mistake by marrying your Mother, because then we wouldn't have you here now, but if I have any hope of my parents accepting you, it's easier if you can be claimed as a Pureblood."

Harry let out all the breath he had been holding and he sighed instead. He smiled and patted Draco's cheek.

"If it makes you happy I can put up with it."

Draco smiled, truly smiled then and Harry's heart missed a beat. He pressed his lips to Draco's and wrapped his arms around him.

"I feel left out." Blaise told them with a small smile.

Harry chuckled and reached forward to kiss and hug him as well.

"Why did you have to be so greedy?!" A scream yelled from a few seats down.

Harry looked to the screwed up face of Astoria Greengrass and blew out a breath in a huff.

"If you had stuck to Zabini and not been so greedy as to steal Draco away from me I'd still be betrothed to him!"

"Stop screaming, Astoria. You're making a scene." Draco told her coolly.

"No! You should have been mine! Because of you I'm now betrothed to some idiot from Spain!"

"We were lightly betrothed and it is very likely that I would have found someone to marry before I ever hit twenty-five. If it hadn't have been Harry, it would have been someone else. If you didn't want to be betrothed to the gentleman from Spain that your Father picked out for you then you shouldn't have signed the contract with him."

"It was either sign the contract or be disowned!"

"You made the decision for yourself, Astoria."

Harry shook his head and turned away from the spectacle of a fourteen year old girl throwing a full blown tantrum and began eating his, very thick, steak. It had been very quickly flash fried and was bloody and red in the middle, but it was cooked and to Harry it took away all pleasure that he could have taken in a raw piece of meat.

His unhealthy side orders of seasoned potato wedges and a thick peppercorn sauce had people looking at him curiously. It was hard not to notice someone who made it a point to carry little cucumber sticks around in a plastic tub and ate nearly every fruit and vegetable in the vicinity suddenly tear into a steak with not even a salad in sight.

Harry didn't care though; the crisp lettuce leaves and the ripe cherry tomatoes just weren't appetising to him at the moment and he couldn't bring himself to even try to eat them. He didn't even want them on his plate.

Blaise's hand did not leave his stomach and Draco growled almost inaudibly every time he moved to get out of his lap. The overprotectiveness had started and it would be several months, and a birth, before it abated. He was going to kill all of his mates out of frustration before several months passed, he was sure of it. He could already feel his killing urges heighten and it hadn't even been an hour since his mates had found out. This was going to be a seriously stressful time for all of them, but especially for him.

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