Because eventually everyone has to tackle the whole Veela!Draco issue. Strangely no one ever questions the dynamics of that kind of relationship. Except sane people. Not Slash. Don't own and all that.
Draco Malfoy discovers his family ancestry, and his unexplainable attraction to Harry Potter. Harry Potter gags.
"Potter! Hey, Potter!"
Harry groaned, and tried futilely to hide behind a gathering of teenage girls. He'd long ago abandoned Ron and Hermione, as that was where he was commonly found. A few moments later, he considered that it probably wasn't very smart to place himself in the midst of a group of females, and moved quickly out of the throng of oestrogen, to reluctantly face Draco Malfoy.
"Alright, Malfoy, explain why you've been following me for the past week."
Draco, who was being surprisingly un-pompous, motioned to Harry, "I think we should take this somewhere quiet." He made more motions toward an empty classroom, then attempted an imitation of a dancing monkey, in the belief that being the Boy-Who-Lived made one terminally stupid.
Harry, who was aware that they were in public, and being laughed at, sighed, and replied, "Malfoy, I'm not taking the risk of you pushing me out the window or sending me to Voldemort in a package." He paused for the wave of flinches to pass, then continued, "So you better explain now, or get hexed in the face."
Draco looked shocked for a moment, then reluctantly accepting. There was an awkward silence, broken by the blonde's attempt to get something out of his mouth.
Just when Harry was walking away, Draco blurted, "I love you."
Harry paused, then choked on bile. The surrounding crowd grimaced, while some particularly obsessive fangirls had to be led away. Terry Boot, Hogwarts open homosexual, cheered at Draco's bravery of leaving the closet.
Once Harry had regained control of his inner organs, and suppressed the urge to KilL iT WitH FiRE, he turned to face Draco, and said, "Malfoy, my hatred of you requires an extremely large amount of self-control to restrain. Don't tempt me."
Draco looked hurt, and tried not to cry. "But you're my mate! My Veela side has chosen you to bear my child!"
Harry's eye was twitching rapidly as he retorted, "Malfoy, with all the possible excuses to explain that you're absolutely flaming pink, that was not a very good one. Try again."
Draco, who was now red (with embarrassment or anger), declared, "The blood of the Veela yearns for your touch, and we must bond our souls and consummate our union, lest I die heartbroken and lonely."
Harry's stomach, which had just settled down, surged with a vengeance, along with the members of the crowd that understood what "consummation" meant.
Draco, who took the lack of reply as acceptance, continued, "Perhaps with time, you may grow to love me, and all our children."
Everybody immediately heard something snap.
The Great Hall quietened as Dumbledore stood up and started speaking, "As you may know, Draco Malfoy was admitted into the Hospital Wing yesterday afternoon with multiple broken ribs, three missing fingers, a twisted ankle, and multiple concussions to the head. Due to his inability to participate in today's Quidditch match, and the lack of a reserve seeker for Slytherin's team, the match has been forfeited to Gryffindor. As such, Gryffindor officially wins the Quidditch Cup."