All about Us
Named after t.A.T.u's beautiful song All about us
Chapter 1: All About Us
Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? Goodness no. Do I own Draco Malfoy? Heaven No. Do I own anyone who is even remotely Recognizable? Hell No. Unfortunately I am too poor to even try to write my own book, if I could I would but where would I start? Hell, I can't even keep my room clean let alone organize the chapters of a full fledge novel.
Authors Note: I am currently writing two HP/DM Fan fictions, I have a thing for multi-tasking so it would seem. I am currently looking for a beta reader, If anyone is interested please Email me at Cloudsofbubbles1986 I will answer A.S.A.P.
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A small stream flowed, slowly gurgling its way along the silent walls of Hogwarts. The Moon shone its path upon the glistening water, reflecting off the stone pillars surrounding the courtyard and landing softly at the feet of one of the schools occupants. The boy sighed, straitening his back and stretching his legs out along the soft bench he blessed with his company. He looked up at the windows of the school, gazing sadly at the reflections of the moon. The summer air blew softly threw his platinum hair, throwing it shyly into his eyes. He reached up and brushed it behind his ears. A single tear struggled down his slightly bronzing skin, landing without as much as a sound on his pant leg. He was frustrated and tired, he was looking for something but every time he felt like he was close it would go away. It wasn't until recently he had been enlightened as to why, and now he blamed his family. How could they do this to him? How could they not tell him something so important? He sighed and looked once again to the moon; half hoping to see what he was looking for staring back at him. What was he exactly? 'What's a Veela anyway?' thought Draco Malfoy as he walked slowly back to his dorm.
The next morning Draco woke from a fitful sleep and stumbled towards the bathroom, he felt different almost like something was amiss. He bi-passed the sink and went strait for the toilet, cursing the morning erection and attempting to pee anyway. His scowl deepened when he found he was unable to urinate, he tried to think about something to make "the swelling go down" and considering he didn't have any ice handy he tried to picture something completely foul. Luckily he didn't have to wait long before a more than adequate image popped itself into his head. His godfather Severus doing a hula dance complete with coconut bikini top and grass skirt. He cringed, but smiled when he heard the sound of urine hitting toilet water. After he finished his lovely morning ritual consisting of a piss and a shower he walked slowly towards the mirror where Draco would undoubtedly spend the next hour primping himself to perfection. Although this seemed vein to most of his other housemates he didn't do it to impress, he simply liked looking presentable. He picked up his comb and his eyes flew to his reflection, he smiled at it and began.
Harry Potter however, took barely ten minuets and he was out the door ready for the day ahead of him. He always looked somewhat disheveled and unkempt, his hair astray and his glasses crooked on his nose. He also seemed to always be in a rush, which he really was on this particular day. He had slept in and was almost late for his first class of the day, Potions with Professor Snape. Not that he cared in the least, but he didn't want Gryffindor to loose more points over his punctuality problems and the kind Professor was not likely to give him special treatment. Harry was still thinking about this when he rounded the corner and collided with something going about the same speed he was. He didn't have time to react as he fell backwards into the wall behind him and cringed as he felt his head hit the cold concrete. He thought he was going to black out, but was pleasantly surprised when his vision did not recede and he stayed readily alert enough to feel the tight arms wrapped protectively around him. He quickly looked up to see what he had hit and gasped.
Draco looked at the clock and hissed threw his teeth, he was almost late. He grabbed his books off his bed and ran threw the common room and out the portrait, he continued down the hall turning towards the potions classroom he suddenly collided with someone who also seemed to be late. He instinctively reached out to catch whoever it was before they fell, but missed and watched in horror as the person slammed back against the wall, head bouncing gingerly off it. Draco looked down at the figure, 'Harry Potter?' he thought to himself before a wash of guilt and worry washed over him. 'What the heck is going on' he thought, noticing his arms were now wrapped around the unsuspecting boy-who-lived. His eyes widened and before he could do anything he was staring into the most beautiful Emerald eyes He had ever seen. He was momentarily at a loss for words when he heard a small gasping sound and came back to his senses. He quickly stood up and muttered an apology; he pivoted and quickly walked in the other direction. He was going to skip class today; he had to write a letter.
Dearest Mother:
You have recently divulged some rather confusing information to me; I am at a loss as to what I should think. Therefore I have a few questions, I would have more but I have taken it upon myself to find the answers from other sources. However the questions I must ask I could not find in any book, therefore I ask for your honesty as it has come to my attention that I have received this Gene from you and you yourself are a Veela. Mother I must ask, Is it possible for a Veelas mate to be of the Same Sex? Can a Veela have more than one mate? Do I have any choice in the matter?
Please respond as soon as you can
I love you mom
Your Dearest Draco
Harry sat; stunned on the floor for a moment more before he jumped to his feet. As he continued on his way flashes of the most beautiful Azure eyes passed in front of him. They had only stared at each other for a moment, but it felt like a lifetime. Being near Draco had never felt like that before, it used to give him a feeling of hatred and loathing. Today everything felt different, when he was in Draco's arms he felt happy and safe. Harry shook his head, what was he thinking? He wasn't interested in the Ferret, He couldn't be. Not after what the slimy git and his blind followers had done to Ron, Hermione and himself. He was above that, and he wasn't going to make an exception for anyone. Not even for the drop dead gorgeous green eyes that he couldn't seem to shake the memories of.
Darling Draco
I was so happy to receive your letter dear; I was hoping you would get around to writing me sooner or later. Your father and I miss you terribly; we hope that you are able to make it here for Christmas break. We know it might be hard this year due to your course load but try your hardest. Anyways darling, I shall do my best to answer your questions. Yes it is possible for your Mate to also be a male and unfortunately no, you cannot have more than one mate for the one that you bind to is also bound to you. Breaking this would surly kill you both, and possibly others too depending on the situation. You see Veelas and their mates normally pass away at the same time, their love is so great that one cannot live without the other. Draco my dearest, you do have a choice in which your mate is. Just not in the way you think, your mate is going to be the person that your body and mind crave. Even if your conscious mind taps you on the shoulder and shakes its head you will be unable to break this love.
I hope I answered your questions well enough. Please write me more often son, I do so miss you.
I love you baby
You're Darling Mother
Draco sighed; this is exactly what he feared. As a Veela he would forever feel overprotective of his mate, and his mate just happened to be the one person he never would have thought of. The infamous boy-who-lived, the Chosen one himself… Harry Potter.