Veela story in a nut shell.

Hi. Found this in my computer. A while ago I decide I might as well make my own Veela story because I had nothing better to do.

Right now this can stand by itself so I don't know if I'll continue it or let it be a one shot.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything,

Harry stared at the ceiling lying on his back on his bed in Gryffindor tower. He was thinking of Malfoy. Who he was used to hate, but no longer had that pleasure. About a month ago Harry had overheard a very distressed Malfoy telling a growingly distressed Snape that he Harry Potter was his "mate". If that wasn't confusing enough Malfoy went on to say strange things like "I love him so much and he hates me!" and "If I tell him he'll hate me more and kill me, but I can't live without him." Harry had almost decided he was drunk when Snape started talking and saying "The worst person you could be matted to. You don't have a choice. You should tell him soon so he can get used to the idea before you have to bond. You won't survive the summer without him so everything needs to be done before the end of the school year."

There was more to this discussion however Harry was already on the way back to the common room to ask Hermione for a translation on what in the world they were talking about.

Hermione after a trip to the library had not failed Harry so they, that is Harry Hermione and Ron, after Ron had vomited and then sulked for a long time, had understood the conversation and what it meant. Hermione believed Draco most likely had some veela blood in his line and for some reason it had awakened. Ron believed there was nothing to be done no matter how much he hated the very thought and told Harry bracingly to be thankful it did not seem he was the submissive in the relationship at least.

Harry after the shock thought the whole thing was brilliant. For one thing he would admit to himself that Draco Malfoy was beautiful. True he had hated Malfoy, but when you looked at the other people he hated like Voldemort who killed his parents and Bellatrix who killed his Godfather his hated for Malfoy had really only been a strong dislike and only when he had started fights.

Harry also knew he was gay and that wasn't looked at to great in the wizard world. Mates and soul bonds however were considered acceptable it was looked down upon actually to refuse one, but the treatment of the submissive was generally how one would treat a mistress. Kept out of the way and considered unimportant. Indeed it was allowed to treat a submissive in any manner some which could be abusive.

Harry had been horrified to read about the effects the sub could go though due to the attitude and actions of the Dom. After the two had bonded the sub could survive with very little contact with the Dom causing no harm to the Dom but, great mental and emotional pain to the submissive. The Dom could also be with others besides the sub however the effect on the sub was much like the cruitus curse. Some dominates had even married someone other than there submissive. The submissive usually went mad within a year of said marriage.

There was also the matter of the submissive needing and loving their dominant completely. They depended greatly on them to give the protection and affection that they carved. Harry couldn't help, but like the idea that he would be loved without question. He had never had that as a child and if Malfoy, Draco now could not act like an arrogant brat as he had before Harry felt he could give him the protection and affection even that he would need. Harry of course would not marry anyone else so he would try if it was possible to love Draco.

Harry had waited a month for Draco to come to him, but he had not. Many times he had tried to speak with him himself, but he would either run away in embracement or distress. It seemed now days Draco did not look at him without turning red or looking like he would burst into tears at a moment's notice.

It was Saturday and with nothing else to do Harry decided there was no reason for Draco to torture himself thinking Harry hated him at least. So with his map Harry went out to find him. He seemed to heading back from the kitchens. A good place to run into him, of course he hadn't meant it literate.

THUD

"Watch where…Harr-Pot..wwhat…"

Harry had landed on top of Draco and Draco had gone from angry to blushing to terrified in an instant. He looked adorable.

"Sorry about this I hadn't been planning to jump you, but I have been trying to talk to you for 2 bleeding weeks so I'm afraid I won't be moving until I have done so."

"Wwhat? "

He was blushing again. It was very cute.

"You jumping, stuttering, whimpering, blushing, and running away from me for the last two weeks. That's what."

He looked like he would cry now. Lovely blue sliver eyes filling with tears. He seemed like he hadn't slept in a while. He was looking up at me variable under me. I think I stopped breathing.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be."

I kissed him. For a moment he froze then he melted completely. Opened his month to invite my tongue in. Pressed his body against mine. Put his arms around my neck and moaned. Sweat Merlin he moaned in my month. And I had never felt something so right and so good. I sat up with him pulling him into my lap and never letting our lips stop touching.

My hand found its way into his hair to tug gently on soft strains. He ran his hands all over me seemingly wanting to get as much of this possible, before it was denied him. I moved my hand from his hair to his face and felt him crying. I pulled back gently.

"Why are you crying Draco?" My words sweet. My eyes soft. Right now I loved him. Right now I cared.

"Harry….Harry" He didn't seem able to say anything else. He looked at me with hope and longing and desperation. I kissed him again soothingly and chaste this time then held him close in my arms as he cried.