Draco refused to let go of Harry. Their instincts still led them, carrying both away from the inn room down into the main area of the Leaky Cauldron. Harry took the floo powder, and they both stood in the fireplace, pressed against each other, as Harry threw the green powder down, yelling "The Burrow!"
Green flames shot up over them, and they spun together, Harry shutting his eyes until his feet felt solid ground and, as he stepped out, they both heard a very loud and very angry voice. "HARRY POTTER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? A NOTE! DURING THESE TIMES!? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN THINKING? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"
A growl erupted in the back of Draco's throat. Harry shook his head and stepped forward, looking at the very angry-looking Mrs. Weasley. Her hands on the side of the body, the note Harry wrote in one hand. "I had half a mind to have Arthur tell the Aurors that you were missing until I saw that note of yours!"
Harry's cheeks burned embarrassedly. He shuffled on his feet and tried to defend himself. "My clothes," he said, "and Draco…" He glanced up at Draco. Mrs. Weasley looked from him to Draco for the first time.
"You! You should be at home too, young man," she said. "What were the both of you thinking being out alone during this time?"
"Draco's been living on Diagon Alley," Harry said, "He had a room in the Leaky Cauldron!"
"Why would you do something so dangerous?" Mrs. Weasley demanded.
Draco looked at his mate, astonished and annoyed that he would reveal something like that without his asking. But it was out now, and he did not want to upset the matriarch of his hopeful summer home. So he looked from Harry to Mrs. Weasley and spoke for the first time, "My house became too dangerous to live in," he told Mrs. Weasley. Because of the Dark Lord… and Greyback." He glanced down at Harry for a moment, "The werewolf did something similar to me as he did Harry. I'm not a werewolf but still…" his voiced trailed off for a moment. "I couldn't stand living there after what they did to me. So I ran away to Diagon Alley. Lived there for a couple weeks until I ran into my Om—into Harry. He convinced me that it would be better if I came here. So… if it is alright—can I stay here for the summer?"
Mrs. Weasley's expression softened slightly. "You poor dear," she tutted, "We can put a spare bed in Fred and George's room—you two will be sleeping together, I hope that is alright. This house will be a bit more crowded than what you are used to. Still, both of you are in serious trouble for having such a lack of common sense! And I obviously have to tell Professor Dumbledore about this, we'll need more wolfbane potion now that—"
"I'm not a werewolf," Draco interrupted. "Greyback changed me, but not into a werewolf."
"Oh... oh," Mrs. Weasley nodded, clearly confused but decided not to go further into it. "Either way, both of you are going to help me now. Clean the dishes ready for lunch, I have to get in contact with Dumbledore."
"Yes Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.
She walked away and Draco immediately grabbed Harry to his side once more, growling as he shoved his mouth against Harry's.
"Alpha," Harry groaned, "stop—someone could see us."
"Don't care pet," Draco muttered, "I hated the way that woman yelled at you like that."
"Don't call her that!" Harry argued, pushing Draco away. "Mrs. Weasley is the closest thing I have to a mother, and she cares about me—you too now it seems."
Draco scoffed and looked around the living room they were in as Harry went to the kitchen. "What even is this place?" Draco complained, "a glorified pen?"
Harry found his anger and annoyance growing. Despite Draco being his Alpha, it seemed that his arrogance did not go away or mature. Harry turned on his heels to glare at Draco. "I brought you here so you can be safe, Malfoy," he spat out, "don't screw this up with your prat-ness!"
"Prat-ness? Potter do you even know who you are talking to?" Draco demanded.
"A git," Harry answered. "Look, you're an Alpha now and I'm an Omega but we don't know how that will affect us or this relationship. And that definitely does not make me instantly forget and forgive everything you did!"
Draco glared at Harry. With a huff, he moved into the kitchen and grabbed a towel. "You wash, I will dry," he said in a commanding tone. Harry returned the glare, but silently went to the sink and started to scrub a little aggressively at the plates in the sink. "How many?" Draco asked.
"Huh?"
"How many Weasleys are there here?" Draco asked in a sharp tone. Harry did not like how he asked the question, but still he thought for a moment to answer. "Five Weasleys, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, and Bill, along with Bill's fiancée and Hermione, and us two."
"Fiancée," Draco sneered, "who would be stupid enough to marry a Weasley?"
"Zat would be me," an airy voice said.
Draco glanced back to see a beautiful woman walk in, looking annoyed. "I 'ave 'eard zat woman yelling and came to find out why," she said. "'Arry, I 'eard you ran away for some shopping?"
"Um yeah Fleur," Harry blushed. He glanced at Draco, "I didn't do much shopping, though."
"Shame," the French woman frowned, "I am tired of 'ere, there is nothing to do!"
"Finally, a person with some sense," Draco muttered.
"Shut up," Harry bit back. "I'm sorry Fleur, but I can't do anything with you right now—Draco and I have to get the dishes ready for lunch."
Fleur looked disappointed and walked away muttering in French. Harry glanced back at Draco, "Alpha," he said in a sickening sweet voice, "it would be very nice for me if you learn to behave."
"And it would be nice, Omega, if you remember your place," Draco growled out.
"And what is my place?" Harry asked, glaring at the blond next to him. He handed Draco a plate and waited.
"Underneath your Alpha," Draco answered. Harry sneered at the answer and turned his attention back to the dishes.
"I like how you make me feel, I like the feeling of your fingers inside me," Harry admitted, "but don't you even dare to think that you'll get those so easily. I am not a toy for you to use Malfoy. I don't care if it's the full moon, I would rather lock myself in a small cage than spend it with you right now."
Draco sneered in return but did not have a comeback. The two cleaned the dishes with an uneasy tension between them. Draco placed each dry dish on the table. Half an hour later, they were done, and Mrs. Weasley walked in. "Good, thank you boys," she smiled. "Dumbledore will be here as soon as he can to talk with you Draco, and you too Harry," she said. "In the meantime, Harry, can you show Draco where he'll be sleeping and help set up his bed?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded. He just gave Draco a look and walked forward, leaving the kitchen and went to the staircase. Draco followed silently as they climbed the stairs. When Harry opened the door to his room on the second floor, he was shocked to see Ron and Hermione waiting for him.
"Harry! Where were you?" Hermione asked, "We saw the note and—Malfoy!"
"What are you doing here?" Ron demanded, standing up instantly ready to fight Malfoy if needed. Harry immediately got between the two.
"He's going to stay here for the rest of summer," Harry said, "I invited him. He had no where else to go, he was staying in a room at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Then he should have stayed there," Ron said. "I don't want a filthy Malfoy in my home! He's a Death Eater junior!"
"No I am not," Draco said, "And I am not happy about this situation either Weasley, but it was either this or keeping Harry with me in Diagon Alley—and I'm sure you all would rather he stay here."
"Why the hell would he stay with you?" Ron demanded.
Draco chuckled and stretched himself idly, showing off his new body, "Can't you see Weasley? I'm superior than you obviously, but I'm also an Alpha. And any omega would love to stay with their Alpha."
"What?"
Hermione frowned, and looked over at Harry, "Harry," she said carefully, "he doesn't mean that—"
"Greyback did … things to him as well," Harry said uncomfortably, "different things but still… he's not a werewolf, but he is what Greyback wishes to be: an Alpha." Harry hesitated and bit his lower lip, "He's my Alpha," he added.
"You bastard!" Ron yelled. He ran up to the two of them, his hand tightening into a fist, and before Harry could stop him, the taller teen swung his arm, punching Draco's cheek. Draco didn't flinch. He glared at Ron and punched him back, the lankier teen falling.
"Draco!" Harry yelled angrily, "What the hell are you thinking?"
"He punched me," Draco said simply. He pushed his way further in and sat down on Harry's bed.
"So?" Harry demanded, "You don't decided to just punch my best friend and think everything is okay! Apologize immediately or I'll actually consider what Ron and said kick you back out to that room in the Leaky Cauldron."
"You don't tell me what to do!" Draco growled out. He breathed deeply, and his eyes shifted towards Ron, "Fine," he said stubbornly. "Sorry."
Harry did not look impressed. He turned to Ron and Hermione and gave an apologetic smile, "I'll talk with you two in a bit, okay?" he said.
"Okay," Hermione said. She pulled Ron out of the room, and both gave Harry a glance as the door closed. Harry locked it with a spell and turned to Draco. He walked up to the bed and stood over Draco, his arms crossed.
The alpha just glanced up at Harry. He did not look unapologetic at all. "What is the matter with you?" Harry demanded.
"Nothing," Draco shrugged.
"Then why do you act like that?" Harry yelled, gesturing to the door. "Why must you always act like a giant prick to everyone? I brought you here to keep you safe from Voldemort—not so you can insult every single person under this roof!"
"You are mine," Draco stated with a calmness that scared Harry. "You are mine, and I would rather to take you somewhere where it is just us. No Weasleys, no Dark Lord, no Greyback. Just me and my omega. I always wanted to corrupt you Harry, I always wanted to take your body, and turn you into my perfect lover. All these people are just distractions."
"Either way," Harry said, fighting the growing blush, "you have no right to any of your actions. And you will not even get close to touching me until you start showing that you can change."
"Is that a threat?" Draco growled out. He reached out to grab Harry's neck to pull him in, but Harry slapped his hand away.
"Yes Malfoy, it is," he said. "Your bed is there," He pointed to a second bed in a corner that stood away from Harry's. Draco stood up and walked to his bed, sitting down on it. He glared at Harry before smirking. "Three days," he said.
"What?"
"In three days, I will have you sleeping with me Potter," he said.
Harry just shook his head, "So damn arrogant," he said. Draco just smirked and pulled from his pocket a shrunken trunk that returned to it's original size. Harry watched as Draco started to pull out everything he packed. He decided to leave the blonde to his devices for now and stood to leave.
He found Ron and Hermione waiting just outside. Harry sighed and shook his head, "Let's head to your room Ron," he said, "there's a lot to explain…"