A/N: I'm very sorry...

Life is catching up with me. I know that I'd had promise to update every two week but since I was accepted in residency, my life became busier... Furthermore, I had to move on to another region last month so...

Yeah, life pretty hectic but I hope I could continue to write for all of you who had supported me till now.

I'm actually quite confused about my other story 'majestic's wish' I do hope to finish all of my stories but so far this fic had become so puzzling and confusing... and added with the lack of responses... So, yeah, we'll see later...

Warning: Sorry, for the bad grammar (facepalming)... and errr, masturbation?

Okay, on the story...

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My broken Mate

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Chapter 3. Distrusted and Misunderstood

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FROM THE BOOK OF RARE GEM IN MAGICAL WORLD. EDITION-MAGICAL BEING

BAB XXXII. Chapter 3. Rahr's Personality

Like human being, Rahr's personality was varied amongst each individual, depending on their family and mentor's personality, their environment where they were grown up and other common variables. Though, all of them shared the same general personality, aggressive, easily to anger, possessive and protective, this was why they were usually was placed as the dominant role in their relationship whether it was personal or others (see chapter 2).

Their personality was also appropriate with their magic since usually their anger would assimilate with their rise of power. And the more immense their anger were the greater the power they would released though the effect was usually uncontrollable and would caused lots of damage and devastated many of innocents.

So, since young, each Rahr would be assigned an adult mentor, outside of their family (since blood relative mentor usually became biased) to guide them in their magic, life and especially in their anger management. When they were became enraged and uncontrollable, there was one person who could stop them, their mate, even a single touch would be more helpful than a dozen of cooling charm. It was quite logical that that an unmated Rahr would have more unmanageable personality than the mated one.

Though, to be fair, Rahr had quite a positive attitude, they were loyal, fair, courageous and intelligent.

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They were packing their necessity from Severus's home before moved into Sirius Black's House, the infamous Grimmauld Place. He had finished his packaging long before, since he just had a few things here and there in Spinner End, and since he had refused to come back into the Manor to take his 'other' things. Severus said that he would buy the young Malfoy's necessities if there was something amiss, money was never a problem, for them anyway. So, now the blond was just lazing around in the room he had always used when he had stayed over in Severus's home.

Draco sighed frustratedly, thinking about the argument that happened between him and Severus again and again. No matter how vehemently Draco had had protest Severus's decision, the older man didn't seem to care. He only said that it was simply for the best.

Draco had to scowl at that. How is that for the best? Living with scar head and his mutt...

He still remembered the conversation between him and his godfather, about three days ago in St. Mungo. "Why should we stay there?" Draco knew that he was whining, something that Severus greatly dislike from his Godson, but he couldn't help it, this was a serious matter. He pouted childishly, "The Malfoy have lots of summer houses and cottages, we do have three in England alone, not counting the others outside of England," then he put in his big pleading eyes, added that with his hospital gown and his somewhat diminishing muscle from being bedridden, a perfect image of fragility and vulnerability, a weakness for every men and women, his Godfather included. "Can't we stay there, Severus? please..."

His Godfather slowly massaged his forehead, trying to drive out the impending headache, his black eyes closed frustatedly, in attempt to avoided Draco's pleading eyes. "Draco..." he sighed tiredly, "brat, you know that trick won't work with me..."

Angry with Severus lack of concern for his high probability of mental sickness if exposed by Potter too much, he huffed angrily and turned his back so his Godfather would understand how mad he was, in other words, he was sulking into the corner...

"I hate it there... You know it..."

Since Potter was there was left unsaid but both of them knew it there.

"Draco..." Severus tried again, but when the said blond chose to ignore it, he felt guilty; he knew that he had pushed Draco too far, but just imagined his godson living in the rambling shack he called home, sending chills into his heart.

"And what option do you have? Do you want to live in Spinner End?" But Draco kept silent; it seemed that this was more than a little sulking. When he saw that his godchild kept his stubborn jaw and gave no indication to relented, his anger rouse and petulantly he added scathingly. "Maybe we should go to Malfoy Manor."

Draco gasped, feeling betrayed, the boy tuned back and watched him with hurt and accused eyes, Severus cursed his uncouth mouth. Now, he was feeling guilty again, when he saw how the blond seemed loses his fire, the boy's eyes has lost its spark and his posture seemed defeated than before. "It's okay..." Tentatively, he hugged the thin boy, the blond protested it at first, then caved in, his body was become more slacking, though he didn't hug Severus back and stubbornly kept silent.

Severus knew it would be a while before the blond would speak normally to him again. "I'm sorry...it's okay, everything would be okay. We'll be fine."

Draco shook his head from the unpleasant memory, till today, he had somewhat manage a normal conversation with his Godfather, though both of them as a Slytherin never a 'contact person' much, so none of them had became 'touchy feeling' with each other which was fine for Draco.

Eventhough, somehow, someday, he hoped that he could became warm? He didn't knew maybe more relaxed, more attentive to someone, more affectionate to someone he hold dear...

Someday...

But not today...

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It looked ghastly, he had hoped that since it was Black Manor, it would look as marvellous as Malfoy Manor. Though, it seemed his dream to stay in a decent place was crushed in every step he took toward the place.

He didn't care about the environment either, a Magical House that was wedged in between Muggle houses? Really? He knew that the Black was a bit dizzy in their head but to be this crazy?

"C'mon..." His Mentor said to him, Severus's wrinkled hand—to much contact from potion fluid - gripped on Draco's left hand, afraid that if he let it go, the stubborn blond would ran away immediately.

Since Draco didn't have any access into the Black Houses, they had to apparate into the neighbourhood then entered from the front door, instead of from the Floo network. It seemed that scarhead and his mutt didn't welcome him with a big smile and open arms either if they didn't trust Draco with the keyword to enter the Fidelius Charm.

And surprise, surprise... There it was the infamous Sirius Black and Harry Potter. Black was stood fidgeted in front of the door and Potter stood and looked as bored as hell.

And it doesn't like I care whether he is bored or not...

"Sirius..." His godfather called the Auror, and he could see a smile blossom in the Potion master's face. Though to be fair, Black's face was radiated brightly like the sun had decide to rise early, the ex-convict almost looked like a puppy with how happy he was and the relieved shout of, "Severus!"

It was seemed weird to see it on action, because Severus Snape and Sirius Black? It was almost as impossible and absurd as him and Potter as a couple... But right now, with prrof stared at him right on the yes, he could denied it, there they were as strong or maybe stronger than any married couple, when in fact they would just beginning to start the next phase of their relationship, cohabiting. A year ago, Draco guaranteed it himself, a smirk or sneer was the answer when his Godfather saw the black haired Auror. Now, there were smiles, soft kisses and reassuring touches. Eventhough Draco knew that their relationship already started since 3 months ago, watching it with his own eyes still seemed incredible.

They greeted each other with soft kisses on the checks, how pathetic, like a puppy in love...

He actually quite surprises that Severus's relationship with Black had managed to survive this long. His Godfather was hard on commitment, he never took a partner only for fun and Black as far as he knew was a resident playboy.

"I brought him..." Severus said simply, tilting his head toward Draco, signalling him to practice those ingrained manner of pureblood that his mother had taught him.

"Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you..." The Auror gave him a big smile and a hand to shake, but he just nodded cordially toward man, never gave his hand to be shake. His Godfather frowned at his action, but kept silent.

He could see Potter seemed fuming behind the Auror but Black seemed didn't mind, he took again his offered hand and said joyfully. "Don't be too tense, Draco." The animagus said merrily, "Can I call you, Draco?" When he nodded his head to give permission, the animagus continued, "I guess you know, Harry, right?"

Draco gave a slight peak toward the boy behind the Auror by then, he couldn't help but straighten his posture, nose high in the air. "Potter..."

"Malfoy..." He hated how potter's smirked at knowingly at him, though there was a confusion and distrust in his eyes.

He still wonders why I am here... Keep guessing Potter, because I wouldn't tell you...

"Aaaw... Don't be so stranger, Draco. The four of us would stay in this place for quite a while, you know..." Draco could only stare at the Auror wonderingly since Severus's lover seemed intent to make the most bloodless meeting between him and Potter which would be almost impossible. "And Harry don't bite..." He added naughtily.

"Too much, you mean..." put in Severus though he could hint a fond tone in there. When did Severus become Potter's buddy? Somehow Draco felt betrayed...

When that was answered by chuckles by both Potter and Black, this made Draco felt like an outsider, why he was here anyway? He was stranger here, unlike Severus, he didn't have any place here, they must be accepted him for Severus. "Enough joke, Sirius, would you be a gentleman and let us enter?" the Potion Master teased artfully.

"Oh forgive my manner, please enter..." The Auror gave an exaggerated act of a butler, a little bow with his right hand on his chest and his left to permit Draco into the house.

Severus scowled further with Black's overreacting act, though he just sighed and entered the house. But when it came to Draco's turn, without so much notification, the dog animagus hugged him tightly.

"I hope you're comfortable in here, cousin."

And suddenly, the memories came into Draco... He became uptight and stiff though he tried to hide it which was quite successful since Potter and Sirius assumed that he was just surprise from the exuberant animagus's act. But his Godfather knew him better, so quickly and subtlety he gave Draco an escape, pulling the animagus forcefully by his hand, asking him to show him the reparation that Black had promised he would do if Severus moved in into Grimmauld.

After that, Draco needed a couple of minutes before he could calm his laboured breath and the turmoil in his mind. When he was able to calm himself, he felt the uncomfortable gazes on him, someone had been watching him too carefully.

Potter

Oooh, how could he had forget about him, that big oaf was clearly standing at the door, blocking Draco entrance toward the House. With a wary eyes, he watched the other boy, Potter's eyes seemed curious and distrustful toward him, though he could detect something else, was that concern in his eyes? Or it was just Draco's imagination.

The blond steeled himself further, there was no time to waste, the first challenge was up head and he planned to win it victoriously.

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"Could you please move from the door..." Malfoy voice greeted him quite politely, somehow hearing that from someone who usually taunted and mocked him was strange. "I need to enter the house too..."

And he knew he shouldn't do this, but reflexively he smirked and okay, maybe he added a little bit of glaring and tension and enmity too. It made the suffocating atmospheres surrounded them became stiffer and tenser.

Draco, no, Malfoy watched him like an injured hawk, filled with distrust and malice, his body was tense and rigid, and though Harry couldn't see it, he knew the blond's wand was held tightly in his hand, ready for a surprise attack.

He could imagine that the other boy could two option from here, forcefully attack Harry or to just bolt out from here if he felt threatened.

But Harry didn't move, he as waiting, none of them was relented their position. Harry was waiting for the usual haughtiest sneer, the disgusting glare, but nothing came up, instead Draco maintained the same wary posture and suspicious gaze.

It seemed, it was him who needed to be a better person, he took a deep sigh tiredly and put both of his hand on the air, universal sign of surrender. "Okay, don't be so tense... No matter what the others had said, I'm not dangerous," then just to tease and curious what the other boy would react, he added. "much..."

But to his surprise, instead of scoff or disgusted sneer or even a scathing word or two, the blond didn't move from his position, instead he became more rigid and tense, watching the doorway warily. But something must be entered his mind caused eventhough he was still suspicious and tense he took a slow but determinant steps toward the House.

Harry watched amusedly, for someone who would be entered into his house for two months, Malfoy looked like a man who just entered the torture room instead of, well... Grimmauld Place was not... err... a very good House, even Harry had to admit that, with how much Mrs. Weasley and Ginny complained to him and Sirius to decoratethe house thousands times but it was much, much, nicer than the Spinner End.

But when the blond was in the doorstep, just an inch from the house, his unique scents had tempted Harry's nostril and he couldn't help himself, he need, no he must touched him. So, ignoring, his human's side rational shout, he pat the blond softly at his shoulder, if the blond asked later he could said there was a lint or something in his robe.

But the reaction he got as an answer was quite shocking. The second, the blond felt Harry's touch, the Gryffindor's hand was hanging in the air and wand was put forcefully under his chin, a deviant glare was addressed to him. "Don't touch me with your filthy hand, Potter!"

Then like a fleeting dream, the blond was gone inside the dark hallway. It was almost like the incident before was only his imagination but still the lingering cold in his neck told him that it was no dream, there was a wand a second ago threatening his life...

There as one thing that surprise him though, because eventhough those words was said with such anger and disgust, when he saw right into the blond eyes, and he could see fear deep etched beneath it.

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Alone, in his room in Grimmauld Place, Harry's mind came back again into the image he had watched minutes ago. Harry had known that he would be attached to the blond, that it would be difficult to control himself around the Slytherin.

But although he had been known and prepared beforehand, nothing could get him ready for the real thing. Just being around the blond had made his blood boiled. The scent, Merlin, how the scent had almost sent him crazy, he was almost pushed down the blond into the nearest wall and molested him. It didn't matter that he hated the blond or how he despised his attitude.

Unconciously, his hand crept lower beneath his waistband, stroking the proof of his desire that he had been neglected beforehand. It was hard just from seeing him, but somehow he had succeed to reign himself, now, alone in the confine of his room, no one could stopped him.

How he really want to caress those silky strands of blonds hair.

Stroke

Those pouty red lip that was so kissable

Stroke

A voice that was not masculine but also not girly

Stroke

Those smoky grey eyes that glaring angrily at him

Stroke, faster and faster, his hand went along with his mind, in his mind the color of blond, silver and pale long limb glimmered. He imagined hearing that voice under him, feeling those sinewy muscles in his hold, and tasting the cherry red lip in his tongue. His blood became boiled, heating him inside, he felt fired up like no other, not even sex with others could stir him up like this.

Just with those images, he climaxed...

When everything was over, the black haired saviour glared spitefully at the proof of his animal side disgustingly. Quickly, he spelled the mess in his hand and pants immediately. Then, he thought morosely, only with the notion of the blond had sent his mind into state of haywire, like an animal controlled by his desire and native instinct.

He knew that this was his own fault, if he was not so stubborn to deny the blond as his mate, his passion and desire wouldn't be this huge. But since he never would admit or act like the blond's mate, his instinct went skyrocket after being so close with his mate. Truth to be told, he was almost molested the blond there if not for the fear he saw in those deep grey eyes. He had seen those eyes before, eyes of a victim.

Somehow, just imagining that there was something wrong with the blond, had made his heart clenched painfully. Now that his passion was satisfied, only the emptiness and the longing remain. How the beast wanted to put the blond into his arm and cooed and protected the others.

Harry didn't like it, the fear, the wary light in those silver eyes, in his mind, he had this picture of the ideal Draco Malfoy. An arrogant aristocrat, pureblood super ordinary, the Ice Prince who was always perfect in everything, look, wealth, family, intelligence, the one who would sneer at mudblood, the one who had hated Gryffindor with passion, the one who loved to terrorize the firstie.

But not that, not the blond who had came into Grimmauld Place this morning, the one with black eye ring, thin muscle, haunted eyes, and defeated posture. Where was his enemy? The one who preferred to hex him instead of negotiating with him? He didn't know whether he need to be angry or glad that the blond was not as bad as he had thought before, but still, he preferred the Ice Prince of Slytherin better than the stranger that greeted him at the doorway.

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Draco didn't like the shine on Potter's eyes, somehow those eyes reminded him of something he had tried to forget for these past weeks, and then nausea fired up in his stomach, gnawing at his inside.

No...

Not, Potter...

He must had been hallucinating, it was impossible for the almighty Harry Potter to stare at him like that, with possessive and burning passion in his eyes.

No...

He refused to think about that, this was Harry Potter, the one who fought ferociously along with his Golden follower with him throughout all the school year, the one who had casted Sectumsempra at him, the one who hated him.

But those vivid green eyes had made the fear inside of him rouse again, it still were... Unconsciously, he hugged himself, trying to give himself a sense of comfort. Someway, it was looked like he was the prey and Potter was the carnivore, for a while, he was transferred back, back into hell, where hope was nothing but fruitless, dream was impossible to attain.

Suddenly, the room felt so cold, it didn't matter that he had casted a warming charm beforehand or how thick his blanket was. It didn't matter that it was impossible for a Magical House like Grimmauld Place for being cold. He was shivering, his teeth rattled from the cold. So, he just curled up tighter in foetal position, hiding deeper beneath the blanket, attempting to find the warmest and the most comfortable position he could obtain.

But nothing could save him, no one would come to him, no one but himself. He gripped the blanket tighter, like a lifeline, making his knuckles almost white from the lack of circulation.

It's okay, Draco... we would survive, no matter what may came, we would always survive...