Title: To My Knees

Summary: He was a nobody. A Hufflepuff. Then IT happened, Harry Potter was suddenly a Veela and who the hells idea was it for HIM to be the BWL mate? Veela!Harry. HarryOMC. Slash. WIP.

Pairing: Harry/OMC (Andrew Pincey)

Notes: Veela!Harry. Major-Completely-AU. Slash.

Notes2: This wont be long 5000 word chapters. short. sweet. Hopefully quick. If you do decide to flame please log in. I wont respond otherwise. Thank you!


Chapter 1

I'm brought to my heels... pushed to my knees... and my life is now firmly fisted in someone else's palms.

I was a no-body, just another hapless Hufflepuff. I avoided the lime light but I didn't cower. I just knew when to peek above the norm and that was my studies. I was third amongst my peers, second to a Slytherin followed by a Gryffindor.

My life was going according to plan, I had an apprenticeship lined up after my graduation, and an international pub hop scheduled for my last few months of freedom... all that went down the drain when the Boy-Who-Lived dropped from the sky during a quidditch practice.

Just HIS luck he hit a premature magical growth that just happened to switch on latent Veela genes...

It gets better... guess who ends up being the poor sods destined mate?

o.O.o

Andrew Pincey.

The name drew a blank in Albus Dumbledore's mind. It wasn't a surprise considering he watched over hundreds of children scattered amongst the seven years, too many to count over the years. A recent picture of the young Hufflepuff showed average enough features, a face that could be lost amongst the masses. Hair slick back and braided as was custom in most wizard children. Andrew was quite intelligent, third beneath Malfoy JR and Hermione… not an easy feat that was for sure.

A vanilla folder rested against the school records, he had already glanced through the reports of the Pincey family and he was hesitant at best. Neutral, while admiral wasn't Light. Dark Wizards branched off here and there but in general the family never aligned themselves with blood purists or any of the Dark Lords that had popped out these last few centuries.

For a mate… Andrew Pincey would do. Not that he could change such a thing. It just made things much easier. Leaning back in his seat Dumbledore glanced at his old friend Fawkes, "The boy deserves happiness doesn't he?" Fawkes merely blinked, "We'll just watch but if…"

Fawkes shook his feathers and let out what could be considered a warning trill pausing Dumbledore's words. The old wizards lips quirked sadly.

"I know… bonds such as theirs shouldn't be tampered with." But they could be influenced, though he kept that to himself.

.

Andrew scowled, it wasn't a pretty look but it seemed appropriate. The bond of Veela's weren't breakable, it wasn't even one sided. He could easily turn the Gryffindor down but eventually his own magic would ache to be near his own personal nightmare. To be bound, against his will, wasn't anything he had expected.

Least of all to Harry Potter. The-Boy-Who-Lived. The Prince of the Light side. Being bound wasn't the most terrible thing in the world just the circumstances made him want bring out his wand and contemplate a severing charm to his neck… but dramatics such as that wouldn't be appreciated. Mother would find a way to bring him back and murder him properly.

"Can you at least look at me?" The words were pathetic, begging.

"Not until you admit your place in this."

Harry sighed and dropped his head onto the table… and did it again… and again… "Just accept you're the submissive and we can move on."

Oh yes, a severing charm sounded just about right. "You can't be serious!" Andrew turned around, hands on his hips, "Look at us! I'm clearly the Dominant here. I'm taller…"

"By an inch."

"I weigh more…"

"Because you ate…"

"And I said so."

Harry merely stared. It had only been a couple of days since he found out he was a Veela of all things. Not full blooded enough to alter his appearance but enough for him to gain certain quirks. He had read up on what he could get his hands on but as he stood suddenly tired and irritated he knew his life was all about instincts now.

Animal instincts.

"Potter?"

Harry stood nearly eyes to eye, his posture straight and presence domineering. Andrew could feel it radiating off him and could only concede that his own position while not favorable was what it was. Harry moved himself forward forcing his mate to take a step back then another until he was flushed against the other and a bare wall keeping him from fleeing.

"Do you concede?" Andrew clenched his jaw, he was unable to say it so he nodded sharply. "Good." Harry leaned in, he wanted to taste…

"Mr. Potter!" the sharp retort broke through Andrew's haze and he shoved Harry away before moving quickly towards Professor McGonagall who was their current chaperone. Thank Merlin she was there, "Hands and all body parts are to remain on your person are we clear young man?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good." Her eyes moved to Andrew who blinked innocently, "I would like to remind you Mr. Pincey that antagonizing a Veela, let alone your own mate, isn't smart."

Andrew bared his teeth before he stormed away. If he stayed any longer he was liable to act out. Already he was on thin ice with his family, a scolding letter from a professor for language wouldn't do. He was just glad Harry hadn't followed him like some lost puppy.

T.B.C.