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Harry Potter was sitting in another boring class of potions, listening to Slughorn's lecture, when an elegant paper swan hit the side of his head. Out of curiosity, he opened it to find handwriting as near as the folding.

Hey Potter,

Meet me at the astronomy tower at 23:00. I must tell you something. No questions asked.

Malfoy

Harry just glanced at him, questioning his sanity. Malfoy? Want to see him? His rival. His adversary. His foe. He pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, writing back-

Malfoy,

I question your sanity. Why do to you want to meet me? Is this some sort of trick?

Potter

He crumpled it up and threw it at Malfoy when Slughorn had his back turned. Malfoy scanned over it and turned to Harry, mouthing 'Just please come?'

It was a trick, it had to be. Just trying to trick him into coming so that Filch would catch him and he would get a detention. What did Malfoy want to tell him? That is, if he was actually going to tell him something. Maybe he was just going to laugh at him for showing up. Or maybe... No! No no no no no NO!

Now thatwould be absurd!

I guess he'll just have to wait and see.

DRARRY~*~*~*~*~DMHPDMHP~*~*~*~*~DRARRY

Harry stood outside of the astronomy tower, his thoughts battling, trying to decide if he should go meet Malfoy. He glanced at his watch. 22:58. Well, he should probably go in. He clutched his invisibility cloak tighter, and pushed the door open.

Malfoy say on the floor and looked up at the empty doorway. He smirked. "Have a seat, Potter."

Harry hesitated before sitting down across from him. He knew he heard Malfoy say something under his breath. It was either, 'If you don't, you might fall from shock.' or, 'God, I reallywant to suck your cock!' He couldn't tell though.

Harry leaned back, supporting his weight on his arms. Trying to hide the fact that he was shaking all over. I'mgoing to be raped, I'm going to be raped,I'm goingto be raped,someonesave me!

Malfoy took a deep breath and looked at Harry. "Oh, how do i say this?" he mumbled. Then he started speaking a language Harry didn't even know. "Potter, je sais que cela peut être u choc pour vous, mais je suis un Veela et vous êtes mon compagnon. Je n'ai pas eu á choisir, donc, je suis vraiment dèsolé. Si vous me refusez, je peux mourir. Je suis obligé de mourir, et je ne veux pas mourir! Donc, s'il vous plait, Potter, si vous aimez, ne me laisse pas mourir."

The only words Harry could understand in that sentence were, Potter, compagnon, and Veela...

That can't be good.

"Malfoy," He said. "English please. I didn't understand anything you just said. "

Malfoy took another deep breath and restarted. "Potter, I know this may be a shock to you, but i am a Veela, and you are my mate. I did not get to choose, so, I am truly sorry. If you reject me, i can die. I'm forced to die, and i don't want to die! So please, Potter, if you care, don't let me die!"

Shit.

Harry just sat there, trying to comprehend what was just said to him. What about Ginny? She was his girlfriend. Now he's being told he's Malfoy's mate?

"Uh.." Harry said. "Malfoy-"

"Draco." Malfoy corrected.

"Alright, Draco.I'm not gay."

"Neither am I." Malfoy said.

"Well then..." Harry said. "I don't know what I'm going to tell Ginny, but we can't let you die, now can we?"

Malfoy lunged forward and pulled Harry into a hug."Thank you so much, Potter!"

Harry awkwardly wrapped his own arms around Malfoy and gave him an odd pat on the back. Malfoy noticed this and drew back. "Sorry." he mumbled.

"What language were you speaking?" Harry asked.

"French." The blonde stated. All Veela can speak it."

Harry nodded. "How long have you uh... known?"

"Known what?"

"That I was your erm... mate."

"About a year now. I just didn't know how to tell you. I mean, I'm surprised that you didn't freak out. If you told me that i was your mate, I would freak out. I think you took it surprisingly well."

"Believe it or not, I'm screaming inside." Harry said. But he was thinking, 'No you're not. You are not screaming. You're squealing. Of excitement, not fright. You want this.

No I don't!

Oh yes you do!

"Does your father know?" Harry said, ignoring his thoughts.

"Mhm." Malfoy nodded. "He's not too happy about it."

"Well, you said it's not your choice, so i don't exactly see why he disapproving."

"His exact words were 'No son of mine will be the mate of Harry Potter! Wait until the dark Lord hears of this!' My mother was supportive, though. The only reason my mother and father are together is because she's a Veela and he was her mate. They hated each other. Then she told him and they slowly became friends and developed feelings for one another."

Hopefully that's how it would work with them.

"What do I tell my friends? 'Well, Ron, Hermione, me and Draco are mates by force and he's probably going to be hanging around us more often?' That doesn't come up very easy in a conversation."

"Then don't tell them. Not every thing is their business."

"I get that, Malfoy, but they will eventually have to know." Harry buried his face in his hands. "Unless you want to tell them."

"Like Weasley or Granger would believe a word I say." Malfoy scoffed. Then smirked. "Or..."

"Or what?" Harry snapped his head up and looked at him impatiently.

"Or we don't tell them I'm a Veela, and we could talk them we're..." Malfoy's smirked widened and he grabbed Harry's hand. "That we're dating."

Harry's eyes darted up to look right into Draco's. They're silver. I bet you wish you really were dating.

Shut up. I do not.

Oh, on the contrary...

I told you to shut up.

Harry pulled his hand from Malfoy's, and drew his eyes to the floor. "You're barking. You really are. You just now tell me I'm you mate, and now you suggest that we pretend to date? Are you sure you're not gay?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Gosh, Potter, it was only a suggestion, and we are going to have to get used to each other. so what better way than telling our friends that we're shagging." He said edging his eyebrows.

Harry flushed dark red. God, why did Malfoy have to look so hot when he did that thing with his eyebrows? Malfoy grinned, and mumbled, "Now who's the gay one?"

"Still you, posh boy."

"Just because I come from a rich family..."

At least he has family.

He could be my family...

What the fuck did i tell you to do, mysterious voice in my head that only shows up with Malfoy around in my thoughts?

Hm... whatdid you tell me to do?

Argh! I told you to shut the fuck up!

No, you told me to 'shut up' not 'shut the fuck up' there's a difference you know!

Just be quiet.

"So does anyone else know?"

"Other than me, you, my parents and Severus? No."

"Wait, Snape knows?"

"Yeah, he's my godfather, of course i told him. That's why he's been pairing us up together so much in DADA. He hoped you would develop a crush on me so that it would be easier for me to tell you. I guess that didn't work."

That's what you think.

Harry blushed again.

Malfoy instantly noticed. And smiled.

And Harry noticed that instantly. And he smiled as well.

"Tut, tut, it must've worked better than i thought." Malfoy said, still smiling.

Harry's smile faltered, however. "What makes you say that?"

"Hmm, let me see, every time I get suggestive, you blush and you took it very well, you aren't screaming inside. And..." Malfoy leaned closer."I can see it in your eyes."

"Oh really now?" Harry said not daring to take his eyes off of the sexy beast in front of him. "And what exactly can you see?"

"Lust." At this point Malfoy has practically whispered it and leaned in enough to say it in his ear.

"And how can you prove that?" Harry whispered hoarsely.

Malfoy turned his head to look Harry in the eye. "Like this." And next thing Harry knew, his lips were covered by Malfoy's.