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Wanted.

To.

Harm.

His.

Harry.

Draco did not like that. AT. ALL. Something nagged at the back of his mind that told him that he shouldn’t care if the wyverns hurt Harry…but that nagging disappeared when he caught a glimpse of the emotion boiling in Harry’s eyes.

Helplessness.

Nothing.

Hurts.

His.

Harry.

Something inside of Draco snapped. Wings unfurled, sparkling in the dim light. Harry half turned to see Draco standing there, and began to back away from the Veriae slightly. Draco shoved the last ingredient into his hands and attacked. The first wyvern never saw what hit it as wings seemed to wrap around its body, shredding the skin and spilling critical amounts of blood. It fell to the ground dead within seconds.

The other two wyverns looked at Draco suspiciously, then turned to look at Harry with a strange expression…surprise, if it was possible for a dragon descendant to show surprise. Harry frowned as they spoke to each other.

“Lucky—hiss—too bad—growl—intended—snarl—Veriae.”

They left, obviously not wanting to invoke the already angry Veriae, and Harry didn’t blame them, but what had they been talking about? Harry suddenly wanted to find a way to learn to speak Dragontongue. It was possible to understand it with a bit of studying, just another dialect of Parseltongue after all.

Draco stood in shock after he had entered his rooms and closed the door. What had he done? Why had he done it? He had protected Harry? He had willingly protected Harry? He had been angry that Harry-bloody-Potter had been attacked by wyverns. Why should he even care?

Because Harry’s aura matched his—no he didn’t know that. He only thought that, only had the slightest suspicion of thinking that maybe that could have the slightest chance of being the case…

Yeah right. And if Draco Malfoy hadn’t resigned himself to the fact that Harry Potter was his intended, Draco the Veriae Malfoy certainly wasn’t complaining. In the name of all things magical…why him? Why couldn’t it have been someone—anyone—else?

Draco groaned and threw himself down on his bed in a very unMalfoyish bout of depression (because one, Malfoys never become depressed, and two, Malfoys do not throw themselves onto their beds while, three, wearing clothes that they wore into the Forbidden Forest). Was there even a bright side of this problem? Oh yeah, if he ever wanted to commit suicide for some reason he could just go have a little chat with Harry Potter.