Title: Unlikely Bonding
Summary: Draco is a dominant Veela. Harry is a dominant Veela. They can't be mates, can they? Except they are. Harry hates Draco and Draco, well, he does not exactly hate Harry. He just dislikes him strongly. They can't possibly tolerate each other, except they have to.
Chapter-1
Revelation
Vivid Green eyes and messed up, unmanageable hair
Draco opened his eyes and ceased his meditation, having realized who his mate was. The most irritating, self righteous, short tempered prick in the entire world had to be his mate.
Harry Potter was his mate.
Harry Potter was submissive mate.
Draco just had to be a veela and out of all people, Potter, Damn.
He rubbed his forehead and picked up a vase from the nearest table and threw it on his mirror. The glass shattered and spread all over his room and he sat on his bed with a huff, "Damn." when his door opened to reveal his concerned parents.
"What is-" Mother asked and father cut mother off, "What is the matter now Draco?" snapping at him.
"Oh Dear, you aren't h-" Mother started coming inside and looking around when father cut her off again, "Will you stop pampering your already over pampered son for once woman?" Mother simply sighed and started cast a spell to remove the glass pieces from his bed and floor. Draco sighed. He hated when his father did this. Actually, father always behave like this with mother and Draco hated it but never interfered. It was not his place to meddle in their affairs.
"I just found out who my mate is." Draco spoke, resigned to his fate.
"Wh-" Mother started and father cut her off yet again, "Who is it?"
"Harry Potter." He replied blankly and father swore, "Out of everyone- sweet Merlin, he would never- Narcissa, he owes you a life debt doesn't he? You can atleast request a meeting with him."
"Yes." Mother replied and left the room silently, her head bowed and his room clean. A pang of shame travelled his body. He was not a child now and should stand up for his mother but he had never had the desire to do so."
Father's face was blank. His eyes held a bit of guilt as he called, "Cissa." Mother replied softly, "Yes." as she always had, forgiving father in a second.
Potter would be utterly difficult and would never submit to Draco but he had to at least try. Merlin only knew how Harry Potter, the man who had never submitted to anyone at all could be his submissive mate.
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Harry was packing cake for his seven year old client. She was sitting in his sitting room and was waiting for her when an owl flew and settled on his shoulder. It was an elegant and well mannered owl and did not disturb Harry's packing at all.
Five minutes later, Harry had seen off a beaming seven year old birthday girl on her way. His business was already flourishing. He soon wished to open a bakery in which he would employ many others and he would just concentrate on baking.
"Here." Harry gave some bacon pieces to owl and opened the letter. His eyebrows rose in surprise and then narrowed in annoyance. Bloody Malfoy. The presumptuous bastard.
Harry fumed and his fury caused his wings to appear and unfold behind him. He was not a submissive Veela and how dare Malfoy just assume that Harry would adhere to his wishes, submissive or dominant.
Harry would show that arrogant presumptuous bastard. He crumpled the bloody letter. It dripped of the fact that words had been fed into Narcissa's mouth. It was really beyond Harry how Narcissa dealt with her husband and son. He threw the letter and coincidently just then the door opened revealing Hermione and Ron. Ron lifted his hand and the letter fell straight into it.
"Mate." Ron spoke cautiously because Harry's wings were spread and they were not soft. They were as sharp as thorns and they wanted to cut Malfoy and his father off for just presuming that they had a right to dictate Harry's life just because they were Veela mates.
"Ron give the letter to me." Hermione, ever the voice of reason took the letter from Ron's hands and opened it. Ron read it from her shoulders. A few minutes later Ron jumped in surprise because Hermione had incendioed the letter.
She rubbed her forehead, attempting to calm herself down. The letter displayed the fact clearly that Narcissa had no part or decision in writing this letter. IT was all Malfoy and his bloody father.
Harry had become sort of close to Narcissa after the war, close like he was to Molly. She had saved him even if it had been for her son, she had been brave like his mother had and Harry respected it. Everything had been fine and Narcissa had met him and encouraged him to start his baking business despite what everyone else wanted. She explained him that it was his life and his decision and that he must not let others influence him like this.
Everything had been nice until Malfoy and his father had one day unexpectedly followed Narcissa when she had come to meet him in a café. She had called him son and Lucius had spoken so coldly with her in front of everyone and had expected her to suck it up. Malfoy had asked her mother to stop meeting Harry. He had not even attempted to stand up for his mother and Harry despised Malfoy and will always despise him.
Harry missed Narcissa and she would never force him to pay off his debt by forcing him to meet them because apparently, according to Malfoy Harry was his submissive mate.
He had been itching for an opportunity to tear father and son apart and his eyes gleamed wickedly as he contemplated.
Hermione looked at him and grinned and Ron slapped his forehead, "Bloody Malfoys and their bad luck."
Harry's silvery green wings spread behind him and he laughed. As always, Hermione and Ron stared.
His wings were beautiful. Severus had told him they were just like his mother's except for a bit bigger then hers since he was a male Veela. Harry would cut them apart. Malfoy won't know what hit him.
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Draco knew that it would all lead to hell. He knew that Potter despised him. he had favoured his father in the café that just out of spite and he had seen how disgusted Potter's eyes had been at him. How the man had stayed silent but his eyes had spoken volumes.
Potter had expected Draco to speak for mother, to stop father from insulting her like this, for forcing her to follow him when she wished to continue her correspondence with Potter.
But Potter did not understand. This was the pureblood tradition. Women dress and talk and hang on their husband's arms. They do not take any decisions, not even for themselves. If their husbands ask them to stop meeting or talking to someone, they stop. If they are asked to sit, they sit and if they are asked to stay hungry, then they stay hungry.
Draco has grown up in such an environment and knows that he can change nothing.
A knock brings him out of his thoughts and he spoke, "Enter."
Mother opened the door a bit and looked at him, "Draco. They have arrived." She left after that. There had been a time when she would sit with him and talk to him about his life, about his friends, about his obsession with Harry Potter. She would feed him porridge and fruits and now she simply speaks a few words and disappears.
He walks out of his room, knowing that everything will just go to hell. Potter hated him, submissive or not and he would never give in to Draco.
He had expected rants and yelling and cursing and swearing on entering. What he saw was completely unexpected.
Harry Potter was kneeling against the table, his wings spread wide behind him. They were silver and green flecks in them and were simply beautiful.
Bloody Hell.
Harry Potter was a dominant. But Draco was also a dominant. What did this bloody mean?
His wings looked soft and Draco wished he could stroke them. As soon as Potter's eyes fell upon Draco though, it was if time stopped.
Their eyes met. Potter's green eyes were furious and his softness of his wings transformed into sharpness. They seemed as sharp as thorns and Potter wished to tear Draco apart. Draco retracted his own wings and barely prevented himself from backing off in alarm.
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