"You didn't do anything that I'm upset about. It was a wolf-thing, Harry, like scent marking. You didn't take advantage or do anything... offensive," Draco said, but looked away, embarrassed. He went back to staring at the bent bars of the cell.
Harry didn't know if he was saying it for Ron's benefit. Ron came over with his clothes and handed them to Harry. He tried to put them on, but his hands were shaking from the change or the tension. 
"Draco said to wait here until you were conscious. So, we stayed here. He covered you if you're worried."
"We shared a dorm for six years, Ron, and you're dating Hermione," Harry scoffed and got dressed. 
Ron had laughed and brought him a pain potion vial, which he drank. His tremors faded. He looked to Draco, though. His mate. Where was that coming from?
"Draco... is the baby okay?" he asked
Draco lowered his head, still looking away from him. "He's... it's fine, that I can tell. Granger checked it before she left."
"Okay... and you? Are you okay?" Harry said, nearly whining. Draco could probably smell his concern.
Draco grunted. "Peachy. How the fuck did you do this? You used magic... as a werewolf, Harry. That's unheard of."
"I don't know. You were scared, and it was driving me crazy... sorry. I... wolf-me didn't understand it was me... or it did."
"Draco said you didn't do anything to him," Ron said, staring at him.
"No... I couldn't. I wouldn't..." Harry said, feeling the panic start to take over at the thought.
Draco whipped his head around and came over, strength and confidence in his step. Harry barred his neck and whined. Merlin, the wolf urges were so strong still, and they demanded that he submit. In front of Ron, Draco stroked his bondmark, and Harry struggled to remain standing.
"Calm down, Harry," he ordered, quietly, and let go of him.
Harry turned to meet his eyes hesitantly. Mate. Eye contact was allowed. Draco was his mate. What the fuck was happening? Harry rubbed his face, trying to understand.
"Everything is so easy as a wolf, is it?" Draco huffed and walked away.
Harry dropped his hands and almost whined. He hated the distance. He wanted his mate close. Bite him, his mind urged.
"Can you take us home? Not that I don't trust Harry. Touching each other is not advisable right now," Draco murmured.
"I... I thought you said he didn't do anything? Are you worried...."
"I am not worried about him right now. The full moon setting doesn't stop everything, Ron. Our instincts are in overdrive. Getting close or talking about stuff will set off... things. He needs food, too."
Harry snarled, very wolf-like, "You-food-need!" He had to protect their cub. Harry blinked. Again... what the fuck?
Ron and Draco looked at him. Draco waved to him and sighed, "Example one. Harry's still a new wolf."
"Okay, I can take you first," Ron said. However, as soon as Ron reached for Draco's arm, Harry's drive to protect went off and he lunged at Ron, growling.
Draco jumped into Harry, though, and took him to the floor. Draco snarled and put his mouth right into Harry's neck, nipping their bondmark without teeth. Harry dropped all resistance and submitted to his mate. He didn't move. It wasn't fear that gripped him, though. His mate wasn't angry. He was showing who was in charge.