Hello there, Drarry shippers.

A few words before the voyage begins.

This is a Drarry fanfiction and has Veela Draco/Submissive Harry.

There is Ron bashing in parts.

The smut will come soon enough.

We are in post war, my friends.

I, of course, do not own Harry Potter although Draco is an entirely different matter ;)

Keep your hands and feet inside of the ship at all times, don't like the gay; feel free to stay away.

Your acting captain; Care Free Lines

~Chapter one~

"Harry, mate. Just come out." Ron complained tiredly from the other side of the bathroom door. He had been at this for hours now and was now slumped on the floor with his back against the wall, after trying to coax Harry out of the bathroom for a few hours and listening to Hermione explain what a Veela is in a not-so-much-easy-explanation; he was beyond mind numbingly bored. He tapped pathetically on the door with his knuckles and sighed. "Mate, I know you're going to look different. 'Mione says you'll probably be all girly but that doesn't matter. We're all here for you. Just come out of the bloody bathroom."

Ron was far too distracted by his own thoughts of irritation to hear the small sobs on the other side of the door. Harry was mortified. After having the worst night of his life; withering in pain and crying out in front of Hermione, Ginny and George; he was embarrassed but then he looked in the mirror. His boyish tuffs of hair were replaced with sleek onyx sheets that stopped just above his ass, his strong jawline was now curved to look gentle like Ginny's and his cheek bones had risen. His masculine features were all…feminine; his nose was smaller and thinner; his lips were pouted and red; his complexion was now constantly a flawless flush and his eyes were big and…glittery. He supposed the upside was that he no longer needed glasses but putting that pro against the rest of the cons was pitiful.

After gaping at himself in the wash basin mirror for a good hour, stricken with a horror; he finally moved to look at himself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. His boyish grey pyjamas now hung on him, he could tell immediately that he was shorter and that irked him more than anything; Harry had always hated being a small boy that grew into a short man but this new height was a piss take. He had gone from his height of 5'5" to 5'1" or maybe 2 but that didn't matter. Sure it was only a few inches but it emphasized the rest of his new body. His broad shoulders were now slim and rounded, his boyish muscular arms were skinny and his figure was tiny compared to what it was. He was slimmer but with curvy hips that were slightly broader than the rest of his torso. He swallowed rising vile as he mentally stated he had an hourglass figure, at least he hadn't grown breasts; he glared at himself.

His legs were of course, feminine as well; the gap between his thighs more apparent and although he was short; his legs still looked quite long. He removed his pyjamas and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw he still had a penis. He didn't even want to imagine what he'd look like with female parts down below. His once semi-toned chest was now flat with pale pink nipples. He took in a deep breath and turned around, peering over his shoulder to see his ass was very round now and his shoulder blades less defined.

He stopped looking and let his soft hair fall down over his face as he choked on a sob. Why was this happening to him? After everything he had been through in his life, why didn't he deserve a normal life? After the war, things for him had gotten so out of hand. He was a puppet for the ministry, they had pushed him to the edge and then pulled him back just to do it again. When he was freed of their grasps, he had delved into formality; seeking out Ron and Hermione and moving into The Burrow for a while. They were expected to be back at school in a few weeks, this couldn't be happening to him now; he just wanted to be normal.

"Harry, please come out." Ginny murmured through the door.

"We're here for you, Harry. Everything is going to be alright." Hermione added softly. Harry swallowed down the rest of his sobs and dressed himself again. Hermione, Ginny and George had already seen his appearance of course but not properly in the light. As soon as the world 'Veela' had escaped Hermione's lips, he'd darted into the bathroom; confused at how it was possible. Of course, he expected to see himself as stronger and more masculine like in the books, despite the confusion as to how he could be a Veela when he was never told his parent's were. He sourly realised that he wasn't the Veela, he was the mate; the submissive and it irked him. He was Harry Potter, defeater of Voldemort and called a saviour…and now he was to be someone's bitch? It was ludicrous!

Harry sighed and rubbed his face, scoffing at how soft his skin now felt. He stood up as tall as he could and pushed his hair back behind his shoulders. If anyone was going to give him any answers, proper answers; it would be Hermione. He just hoped none of them would laugh, it was a stupid hope; he was going back to Hogwarts to re-sit his 7th year soon and they all were bound to laugh at his expense. He glanced around the blue wallpapered bathroom and considered hiding in here for the rest of his life and smirked to himself; his Gryffindor tendencies would never allow such a cowardly thing.

He strode towards the bathroom and put his petite hands on the lock, he sucked in a large breath and held it as he unlocked the door and slowly opened the it. He kept his eyes on the floor as he heard his friends inhale sharply but as the silence wore on, he knew he had to look up. They stared at him but not in the way he thought they would, they looked…awed.

"Harry." Breathed Ginny.

"You're beautiful." Hermione finished for her. Harry blushed massively and looked at Ron who was looking up at him from the floor with pure shock.

"Blimey, Harry." He choked, scrambling to his feet and looking over Harry's female frame. "You're a woman." He panicked. Harry frowned and hugged himself defensively, looking down at the floor; feeling like a freak. Ginny giggled and Hermione blew out her chest irritably.

"He is not a woman, Ronald. He is still a man and he is still Harry." She glared at him over her shoulder though Ron's eyes were fixed on Harry, his eyes flashed to Harry's sad face and Ron grimaced.

"Sorry, mate…it's just a lot to take in. I mean, I knew you'd be…y'know but you're a lot more…y'know than I thought. Y'know?" Ron asked, Hermione rolled her eyes in disbelief and Ginny stepped forwards; taking Harry's hand in her own.

"It's okay, Harry. It's all going to be okay. Now come downstairs, mum wants to make sure you're alright. They contacted Madame Pomfrey as soon as they heard, she's going to come over later and…"

"Make sure I'm alright. I get it Gin." Harry snapped. She frowned. Harry scrunched up his face in frustration and then let it go. "I'm sorry. It's just a lot to take in."

"We know, Harry." Hermione told him, sympathetically. He wanted to shout at her, tell her she had no idea how it felt but he knew it would get him nowhere. If he were to actually return to school looking like this, he needed all the friends he could get.

"Is there…a spell or anything that can…alter how I look?" Harry asked, his eyes pleading in Hermione's direction. "Even just a little?"

"There are, Harry but none would work. Your appearance is this way because of your mate, wherever they are. We can't alter you, I'm sorry." Hermione frowned sadly. Harry of course knew this but there was no harm in asking.

"Come on, Harry. Mum will no doubt come looking for us soon." Ron mumbled, Harry nodded his understanding and removed his hand from Ginny's. He followed Ron down the stairs slowly as his body was still tense from the change. He felt tired now, extremely but he didn't want to go back to bed. Not when he needed to know more. His knowledge on Veela's and their mates was limited, they had studied it at school a while ago but it wasn't touched on much. He remembered the facts. Veela's were beautiful wizards that went through the change when they came into proper adulthood, usually that was 18 but if there were complications or drastic factors or alterations in the Veela's life, it could be postponed. Harry was guessing that's what happened but he wasn't positive. He also knew that the Veela's mate would change to become more appealing to the Veela. Harry blanched. Did that mean his Veela was…a guy?

"Hermione." Harry said, stopping on the stairs suddenly. Hermione frowned down at Harry, looking over Ginny's shoulder.

"Yes, Harry?" She asked, worried. Ron had stopped a few steps down and was now looking up. Harry swallowed shyly and felt himself blush.

"If I look…like this. Like a girl. Does that mean…?" He trailed off, not wanting to look at Ron's face as they grasped the ending of the question. Hermione of course knew exactly what Harry was asking, she hesitated. She knew he would have to know and that he would have asked the question sooner or later but she was actually hoping somebody else would have been the one to tell him. Gathering her courage she breathed out as smoothly as possible.

"Yes, Harry. It does in fact mean that." Hermione replied gently. Harry paled as he continued walking down the stairs.

"What are you going on about?" Ron asked, not wanting to miss anything. Ginny looked just as confused as she followed after Harry. Ron was now walking in front of Hermione, watching her curiously. Harry walked into the living room blindly and halted sharply as he took in the room before him. Bill and Fleur were sitting together on the sofa and both gaped at him, George standing next to them with his surprised eyebrows somewhere in his hair line. Percy was standing over by the window, a book in his hand as he read obliviously. Arthur was settled into the armchair with Teddy on his knee but even he stopped and stared at Harry and Molly was in mid-pace and she caught Harry's appearance.

Harry's paleness was completely gone now as his cheeks blazed. Molly was first to break the tension of the room. "Harry, dear. Come and sit down." She fussed, taking hold of his shoulder and leading him gently over to a now vacant seat as Bill had stood up. Fleur simply smiled at Harry as he stared down at his hands.

"Harry, my boy…are you, feeling alright?" Arthur asked, Harry winced slightly as he stated he was in fact a boy. It was almost like he were questioning it.

"I'm fine, Mr Weasley." Harry replied quietly. Now with a slightly clearer mind, he noticed that even his voice sounded gentler than normal. It caused him to clench his hands angrily and scowl down at his perfectly shaped fingernails.

"Of course you are, Harry." Molly smiled, trying not to let her eyes linger on him though she desperately wanted to inspect him in every way. He truly was a sight to behold. "Ginny put the kettle on, dear." She instructed and Ginny did as she was told immediately.

"Is there anything else you would like to know, Harry?" Hermione asked quietly, kneeling down in front of him on the floor and taking his fists in her hands. Harry gazed into her worried eyes for a few long seconds and then he sighed, his body relaxing and his scowl disappearing. He figured he should at least try and ease the tension.

"Will my hair get any longer?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips. Hermione scoffed with a grin on her face, Ron smiled too.

We've just docked at Chapter Two.

I hope you all didn't get too wet, we've only just started to head South.

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Acting captain: Care Free Lines