Meet Ryuu Delacour

Disclaimer: Little Draco would get a whole lot more cuddles if I owned Harry Potter.

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October 3rd, 1997 eight fifteen

Ryuu stood up, bowing his head slightly as the hall welcomed him before sliding back in next to Harry. Harry placed a hand at the back of Draco's neck, taking in everyone's eyes on them.

Oh, yes. This would keep the rumor mill going nicely.

Draco… or Ryuu… was his.

Harry gave a soft smile when the post came, his beautiful white owl landing gracefully in front of the newcomer.

"Harry?" Ryuu questioned, and the boy who lived was once again amazed by how well the disguise potion worked, worth every galleon. "Thees eez your owl, no?"

Harry gave him a fond look before nodding slightly.

"Yes, but she is here for you."

He unwrapped the package slowly, gasping when the paper fell away to reveal a velvet box holding the Potter consort ring. He turned to Harry with wide eyes, surprised to find the boy beside him on his knees.

"I would be my greatest honor, should you grant me a year to prove myself worthy of your love and convince you to hold the title of my husband."

The hall was silent, everyone staring directly at the boy with blonde hair and porcelain skin. He didn't look at any of them though. His veela blue eyes were only for Harry.

"I will," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Harry beamed at him, rising to give him the rose in his hand and press a kiss to his inner wrist.

"May I escort you to our first class, my love?"

Draco's familiar blush filled Ryuu's softer cheeks, and they left a hall full of whispers.

October 3rd, 1997 fourteen o'seven

Severus scowled at the pair that were still slowly packing their bags.

"I'll not be writing you a note if you're late, Potter. That goes for you as well, Mister Delacour."

Harry stood, waving his hand nonchalantly to close and ward the room.

"We don't have a class next period, Professor, but we do need to speak to you. It's rather private."

Severus analyzed them both, about to refuse when the new boy's soft voice reached him.

"I 'ave a story for you, zir. Eez about a leettle dragon."

The frigid man let out a choked gasp, his emotionless façade dropping as his looked at the boy.

"We… you should join me in my office, then."

They followed him quickly, and Draco took a drink of a purple potion, shaking himself as the transformation took place, leaving a slightly shorter boy in his place.

"Dragon?"

"Sev," he greeted hesitantly.

"Dragon! I thought I'd lost you! I thought you were dead!"

"I'm sorry, professor," Harry apologized. "We didn't know what side you were on. It was only when I mastered the secrecy ward that I allowed Draco to reach out to you. As of yet, only seven people know Ryuu's true identity, not including myself and Draco. We couldn't take that much risk."

Severus nodded shakily, not looking away from the blonde bundle in his arms.

He froze.

"You realize that mother magic will recognize Draco as your intended? Unless a breach of contract has been made, you two are tied together."

Harry smiled softly.

"I realize that, professor. It's why I chose a proper modern courtship rather than simply dating. I wanted to give him that extra protection."

Severus narrowed his eyes.

"You will treat him well, Mister Potter, or I'll hang you by your entrails."

Harry didn't even flinch, choosing to offer him one of his token grins.

"Good thing I plan on treating him like the treasure he is, Professor."

Severus looked him up and down a few times, his black eyes serious.

"This is what you want, dragon?"

Draco blushed, dropping his voice to keep it between his godfather and himself.

"More than anything, Sev."

Severus sighed, pressing a kiss to his blonde head.

"You have my blessing."

The smile so often found on Harry Potter's face was mirrored on his godson's, and he felt his own muscles relax in response. He'd probably have to deal with the scar-headed brat more than he really wanted to, but it was worth it if his little dragon was going to look at him like that.

October 3rd, 1997 twenty-three fourty-nine

Harry tensed when he heard the bed on his right give a squeak, noticing the unmistakable sound of someone leaving the bed. He listened attentively as soft steps grew closer to his own bed before pausing. No sound was heard for two solid minutes, and Harry chose to speak instead.

He pulled the drape back, startling the blonde boy that was standing near the end of it. The face of Ryuu looked up at him before hurriedly looking down.

"Come here, little one."

Harry's voice was light but firm, and Draco took a step forward before stepping right back and moving back towards his abandoned mattress.

"Sweetheart," Harry interrupted his steps, his voice now a drop more gentle and coaxing, "come lay with me."

Draco didn't look at him as he slid between the sheets next to the savior, and Harry waved his hand to close, lock, and silence the drapes once more around him. He then moved his arm to embrace the smaller boy, tugging him unhesitant against his chest.

After several minutes of silence, Draco began to relax.

"According to thee laws off a formal courtsheep—"

"There is nothing sexual about this, pet, and there are no rules about holding you. Technically speaking, there are even chaperones in the room."

Draco smiled softly, shaking his head. Harry hugged him close.

"You are taller in this form, and you're harder."

He snorted.

"Ryuu is more muscular than I."

Harry rubbed his back.

"I prefer holding Draco."

Blue eyes looked up before a pale hand slipped out of the curtains, returning a few seconds later with a familiar potion. Harry watched as the sky turned to a storm, Draco's brilliant grey now gazing up at him.

"We will have to get your godfather to make more of both potions so that you can change back and forth. You are far too beautiful to keep hidden on a constant basis."

Draco hummed noncommittedly, and let himself fall into Morpheus from Harry's arms.