Title: Pull Me Sideways
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor will I ever. I am not making money off of this story. Blah blah blah blah blah!
Warnings: Boy/boy slash, Ginny bashing, violence, bad words, and Veelaness. Don't say I didn't warn you
Summary: Draco Malfoy has recently come into his Veela inheritance and has found that his mate is Harry Potter. Knowing that Harry doesn't exactly like him, Draco knows that winning his affections will be difficult. It certainly isn't helped by a new transfer student who has also set his sights on our favorite little Gryffindor. A student who isn't exactly what he seems. With the threat of Voldemort on the horizon, competition for his mate's heart, and a dark secret that has yet to be discovered, Draco Malfoy is in for the fight of his life.
The second Draco Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace and on to platform 9 3/4, he was attacked by the most amazing, delicious, and delectable scent he had ever smelt. His mouth watered and his knees went weak. His eyes darkened with unbridled lust. It was the smell of his mate. The thought alone made his eyes go even darker and his whole body shake with anticipation. There was nothing he wouldn't give just to be able to track down the source of that smell and just...ravish them. The Veela inside of him was screaming at him to find his mate and claim them before someone else had the chance. It took everything he had not to give in. The emptiness inside of him that had been present ever since his Inheritance increased tenfold. It was now painful. Draco knew that his mate would be able to take this pain away.
In fact, the only thing that was stopping him was his father's gentle but firm grip on his shoulder. "Can you sense your mate?' Lucius Malfoy asked in a low voice, scanning the area around them with his eyes.
Draco nearly moaned at the word mate. Merlin, he wanted his mate so bad. He nodded in answer to his father's question. "They're here." he mumbled as he too started scanning the platform. "They smell so good, father. I need them so bad. Can I go find them?" He looked up at his father pleadingly. If Lucius allowed him this he would never ask for anything again.
Lucius only shook his head. "You know the plan, Draco. You must restrain yourself until you speak with Dumbledore. If you locate your mate on the train, you cannot act. I will meet you in the Headmaster's office after the Welcoming feast, where we will discuss the situation and we will talk to your mate as well. All I ask of you is that you do not act if you see your mate, which you undoubtedly will. I know it will be difficult, Draco, but it is essential. You will be with your mate soon enough."
The Hogwarts' Express let out a warning whistle, signaling that it was almost time to go. Lucius gave his son's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "I will see you see you soon, Dragon. Just be strong. If you do as I say, I promise the emptiness will go away. If you jump your mate on the train, they will be confused and scared. Do you want your mate to be scared of you?"
Draco's heart clenched painfully at the thought. He only wanted his mate to be happy. "No, but I just want to hold them, father. So very badly." Draco could imagine wrapping his arms around his mate and holding them close, protecting them from evil. The Veela inside of him purred happily at the thought. He took in a deep breath. "I will do as you request, father. I will be strong."
The whistle sounded again. His father nodded at him, gave him a pat on the back, and left. Draco saw Crabbe and Goyle, so he called them over. He ordered the two to find him a compartment and take his things there. When they left, Draco boarded the train and took a deep sniff. The scent of his mate was even stronger now.
The temptation to find his mate was very difficult to resist. And Draco decided he didn't want to. It wouldn't hurt to just see his mate. He wanted to know who they were. He needed to know. As soon as he found out then he would be content until later in the Headmaster's office.
Draco walked calmly through the train, keeping his cool Malfoy exterior in place while inside he was jumping up and down like a child in Honeydukes. The scent got more and more prominent, and Draco got more and more excited. Yet people seemed intent on getting in his way. He scowled at all of them and shoved them aside. He was so close.
The smell was dizzying now. He pushed into the general Gryffindor part of the train. So his mate was a Gryffindor. Not exactly what he expected, but oh well. He couldn't be concerned with that right now. No matter what house his mate was in, Draco would love them.
Closer and closer; he could feel it in his veins. He had to fight to keep a smile off his face. He stopped outside one of the compartments, breathing in the smell that threatened to take him over. Not wasting a second, Draco slid open the compartment door.
Inside there were four people. He scanned over them quickly, looking for the one that was his mate. Granger? No. Weasley? No, thank Merlin. Who was that? A new kid? It didn't matter. Not his mate. That just left...Potter.
When Draco locked gazes with Potter, his heart soared and he nearly melted. Potter was...beautiful. His hair had a just shagged look, and Draco wanted to run his hands through it. His emerald eyes sparkled so incredibly, shining with so much emotion. His rose petal lips looked so soft. What Draco wouldn't give to kiss them. Potter was small, with a long, lithe body. He would fit perfectly in Draco's arms.
A huge wave of lust washed over him as he stared at his little mate. He could picture Potter on his hands and knees, with Draco thrusting into him, making his little mate scream out in pleasure. Oh yes, he was going to claim Potter. He was going to thrust his cock so far up Potter's ass, that Potter wouldn't be able to remember anything but the feel of Draco inside of him.
As the lust dulled, a new emotion appeared. Love. He wished he could pull Potter in his lap and place small kisses on his neck, causing his mate to giggle and relax in his arms. If he could just hold Potter's hand in his own...he was sure his life would be complete. Potter had the nicest hands. They were small with pianist like fingers. He bet they would slip so easily between his own. In his mind he saw himself cuddling with Potter on a couch in front of a fireplace, his fingers running lazily through his mate's silky hair.
He focused again on reality when he heard Weasley's voice. The red head's face was matching his hair and he was glaring at Draco. "What're you doing here, Malfoy?" he hissed.
Draco ignored him to look over to Potter, who was blushing slightly. He looked so pretty when he blushed. Why was Harry blushing, though? Was it because of him? That thought filled him with hope. Looking down, though, he saw that the new kid had his hand placed gently on top of Potter's as he talked, unperturbed by Draco's entrance.
The Veela saw red and his nails dug into his palms. The creature inside of him roared furiously at the sight of someone else touching Potter, his mate. He's mine, he thought possessively. He's mine and no one else can touch him.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
The new kid must have realized he was being spoken to, because he turned to face Draco. Draco immediately looked him over, assessing his competition. The boy was handsome enough with stylish brown hair and light blue eyes. He had a strong jaw that was covered with just a bit of stubble. He was well muscled, but Draco easily matched that now as he had grown during his Inheritance, and was now taller, stronger, and bigger in a certain area that made Draco very, very happy.
"Are you talking to me?" the boy asked. An American. The boy was an American. He scowled. That was going to get him a lot of attention at Hogwarts. They had yet to have an American student. Did Potter like that sort of thing? Would he like this boy more because of that fact?
In answer to the boy's question, he nodded, making sure to look down his nose at the American to prove that he was superior.
The boy gave him a winning smile and held out his hand; not the one on top of Potter's, Draco noticed. "Christopher Rienhart," he said.
Draco shook Rienhart's hand as it was polite to do so, but it took everything he had not to break the American boy's hand, which, again thanks to his Inheritance, would have been a simple matter. "Draco Malfoy," he replied smugly, noticing the flicker of recognition in the other's eyes. "What is an American like yourself doing here on a train to a British Wizarding school?"
"My dad's an Auror and he got reassigned to the Ministry of Magic here. We heard this was the best Wizarding school around."
"But surely you could have gone to Durmstrang? That is a far more superior school."
"Not any girls. My dad wanted me to be around more girls. Personally I prefer guys, but where I came from that wasn't exactly okay. I heard Britain's more accepting though and my dad's not around to tell me off about it."
Draco nodded, acting like he was listening even though he had tuned out of the conversation already. He was still glaring at the boy's hand that was currently still touching his mate. Filthy American dirtying his mate with his disgusting hands. "So I see you've met Potter already." Draco shot Potter what he hoped was a sexy smirk.
He felt a terrible pain in his heart when Potter barely paid him any attention.
"Yeah!" said Reinhart, turning to smile at Potter. "The Boy-Who-Lived. It's really cool to meet you. I've heard all these stories. When I first saw you I totally had a fan boy moment. I've been wanting to talk to you forever. You look much better in person. Those magazines could never show how amazing you look."
This American was really laying it on thick. Even the mudblood looked impressed. "Potter, may I have a word with you?" he asked politely. He didn't care what his father said about leaving his mate be. He needed to hold the boy right now.
"Nobody's stopping you from saying anything, Malfoy."
Merlin, Draco even loved his voice. He wanted to hear it screaming out in pleasure and begging him for more. Draco struggled to calm down his Veela. He couldn't jump Potter on the train.
"I meant in private. I have something I wish to discuss with you. I'm trying to be civil here." He smiled charmingly at the occupants of the compartment.
"Sod off, Malfoy." said the Weasel. "Nobody wants to talk to you."
Draco almost growled in annoyance. Weasley was cutting into his time with his mate. "Potter, a word? I don't want to waste anymore of my time than necessary." That was a lie. Anything to do with Potter would never be a waste of time. At least not anymore.
Potter sighed and stood, his hand slipping out from under Reinhart's. The boy looked disappointed. Draco wanted to murder him. "Fine, but make it quick, Malfoy. I want to talk to you even less."
His mate stood up and walked out of the compartment. Draco followed, watching the sway of Potter's hips as he walked down the hall. He opened the door to an empty compartment and led Draco inside.
In quick succession, Draco shut the door, locked it, pulled down the blinds, and put up a silencing charm. He then attacked his mate with a huge wave of lust. Potter's eyes glazed over and his knees went weak. Draco caught him before he fell and gently lowered his mate onto the compartment bench. Harry tried to reach for him, whimpering and wiggling, needing Draco's touch. The blonde happily obliged, climbing on top of the boy and sighing contently when Potter wrapped his arms around his neck.
He stroked Potter's cheek, watching as the skin flushed under his fingertips. He knew this was not his mate, but a shell full to the brim of lust for him, and that if Potter was in his right mind he would never touch Draco like this. He felt guilty, but he was going to enjoy it while he could. He doubted Potter would accept him as his mate, so he needed this contact before it all went to hell.
"D-Draco…" Potter panted, trying to force his body closer to Draco's. "Draco, I need…I need you…touch me, please…"
"Shhh…" Draco pressed his lips against his mate's to silence the boy. The kiss started off slow, sweet, and caring, even though Potter tried to force it into something more. But Draco didn't let him. He wanted to ravish his little mate's mouth, don't get him wrong. First, though, he wanted to shower the beautiful boy with love and the gentle pleasure of his lips on him.
After a few minutes he pulled away, gazing down with absolute adoration at the bright red and breathless boy beneath him. Potter reached his hands up and threaded them through Draco's hair, trying to force his mouth down again. "Draco…Draco, kiss me, please…make me yours…"
The Veela chuckled softly, kissing Harry's cheek gently and trailing kisses down to his ear. His hot breath puffed out over Potter's red ear, making the boy shiver with pleasure. "You want me to touch you?" He kissed the ear and nibbled at the lobe.
Potter shifted under him. Draco could now feel his mate's fully hard erection against his thigh. His eyes darkened fully, his Veela letting out a purr of happiness. He was giving his mate pleasure. It was the best feeling in the world. "Do you want me, Potter?" he growled.
"H-Harry…" Potter stuttered out. "Please…please, Draco, say my name…say Harry…"
Yes, Draco agreed, caressing his mate's face. My little Harry. My precious mate.
"Harry," he cooed. "I'll give you everything you desire. Just say that you are mine. Tell me that you love me as much as I love you."
Harry's- oh yes, that was much better than Potter- glassy eyes stared into his own. Draco brushed his thumb over the dark haired boy's pink, plump lips. "Say it, Harry…" he whispered, nearly begging. "Say that you love me." He knew there was the huge chance he would never again hear it uttered from his mate ever again. This was his only chance to hear those three words pass Harry's lips. He needed to hear it. "Say it. Say it and I'll pleasure you until you are screaming my name."
Harry let out an excited little gasp, thrusting his hips up slightly and brushing Draco's own erection, which had been present for a while now. "I-I love you, Draco. I love you so much."
Draco slammed his mouth against Harry's, kissing the boy for all he was worth. Harry mewled excitedly under him, and it was one of the hottest noises Draco had ever heard. He prodded at the shut lips with his tongue and was easily granted access to the warm cavern they had been guarding. He mapped out every inch of his mate's luscious mouth, taking time to coax the other tongue into battle.
Even under the power of lust, his mate was still under experienced in the kissing department, so Draco easily over took his mouth. This only made Draco love him even more. His mate was so pure and untouched. He would be the one to get the gift of his Harry's virginity. He would be the first one to cause his mate such mind blowing pleasure. He would be the first and only one to make love to Harry.
Thrusting his hips down a little, Draco was easily able to get Harry to join him in a grinding motion. Harry was a little over enthusiastic, so it wasn't the smoothest motion, but it did the trick. Very soon thanks to Draco talented tongue and hips, Harry was panting and moaning, nails digging into Draco's arms, so very close to the edge. Draco moved down to Harry's lovely neck, licking and kissing it. He was tempted to bite down and mark his mate so everyone knew who Harry belonged to, but he didn't. That was for later.
Draco reached down and cupped the bulge in Harry's unflattering pants. I have to get him new clothes. The ones he wears are unacceptable. It only took a single touch and his mate came hard in his pants, shivering from the intensity. After one more thrust down, Draco followed, collapsing on top of the boy underneath him. After a few moments of lying there, his mate's arms wrapped comfortably around his body, Draco forced himself up. He pressed one more lingering kiss to those perfect pink lips. "We'll be together soon, love." Draco whispered, staring into those adoring green eyes. "After dinner everything will be explained to you. Then I will mark you. I know you will reject me, but I will fight for you. I will earn your love."
With a sigh, Draco pulled out his wand and stunned his mate. Another spell and both of their pants were cleaned. He ran a hand through Harry's silky hair. "You may not remember this later, but I will never forget it. Oblivate." Draco erased the memory of this encounter from his mate's mind, even though it hurt him to do so. Harry would not remember how good Draco had made him feel.
He finally stood up from the bench. He blew a kiss to the unconscious beauty before leaving the compartment and shutting the door firmly less he be tempted to go back. He would see his mate again soon enough, he just had to wait. While every fiber of his being told him that Harry would reject him, he could only hope that he was wrong.
He opened the door to the compartment where he had found Harry before, careful to fix his appearance. The three looked up at him suspiciously. "Where's Harry, Malfoy?" Ron demanded.
Draco gave a nonchalant shrug. "We were talking and out of nowhere he started clutching his scar and freaking out. I left as soon as it happened. You might want to check on him."
Shooting him a glare, Ron and Hermione hurried worriedly out of the compartment to find their friend. Before Reinhart could pass by him, Draco grabbed the boy's shirt and pushed him into the area behind him. He shut the door and slammed the boy against it. His pupils were gone, replaced by demon looking eyes. He scowled, showing off his sharp teeth. "Harry is mine." He hissed, getting right in the boy's face. "If you lay one hand on him I will snap it off, understand? I don't want your filthy hands touching him."
He expected the boy to be scared, maybe even be peeing his pants out of fear. What he did not expect was a smirk. Reinhart's light blue eyes turned a dark red, his lips parting to reveal his own dagger like teeth. Draco nearly stepped back out of shock. "Judging by how he was blushing like a little virgin when I just held his hand, I'm guessing that no, he's not yours. You stupid Veelas think that just because you have life mates means that you can automatically stake your claim. Well I'm not having it. Maybe I want my chance at little Harry. He's gorgeous, you know." Reinhart leaned forward until his mouth was right next to Draco's ear. "I bet he would look stunning laid out under me on a bed, don't you think?"
Growling, Draco hit Reinhart's head against the glass window, which shook against the force. He wrapped a hand around the boy's neck, nearly choking him. "Harry is my submissive. Very soon he will belong to me. Whatever you are, you have no claim over him. If you get any ideas about trying to take my mate from me, I will kill you. Nothing will stop me. He is meant for me."
Reinhart chuckled, shaking his head as much as he could in Draco's grip. "You Veelas are all the same. You find the most beautiful person you can and then start sporting all sorts of nonsense about 'soul mates' just so everyone will back off and they get to keep that person for themselves. I think it's a load of bull. Everyone else should have an equal chance at winning the heart of those lovely people. And I don't care if you think that Harry is meant for you. From what I've seen, he doesn't think very much of you. But on the other hand there's me. He knows me as the charming American with the cheesy pick-up lines and the mean homophobic father. Who do you think he's going to fall for, Malfoy?"
"I'll tell them about you. About whatever you are. Harry will never be attracted to someone like you. He's going to find out about me soon anyway, when he is informed about being my mate. Then I will mark him and it will release the hidden submissive part of him and his Veela attributes will start to show themselves. All for me. The courtship will start and win I have won his heart I will claim him fully and he will be mine forever."
"Silly Draco," Reinhart admonished, wrapping his hand around the one on his neck. "If you tell little Harry about me…well, then I might just have to tell him about what really went down in that compartment. About you using your Veela powers to turn him into a horny sex slave just so you could get off."
Draco's eyes went wide. "How did you know about that?"
The boy rolled his eyes. "Oh please, Malfoy. The second you left with Harry I excused myself to go to the bathroom and followed you. I got to witness quite the show, let me tell you. I'm sure Harry would love to hear about it, since his memory will be a little fuzzy on the incident." Reinhart easily pried the hand off his neck and in a quick movement their positions were changed so that it was Draco being pinned to door. "Listen, ever since I saw Harry in that magazine I knew I would make him mine. That one day I would be able to take that beautiful body and Harry would love every second of it. And just because some prissy pureblood Veela stands in my way doesn't mean I'm not going to make it happen."
Draco opened his mouth to retort. Reinhart cut him off. "I'm not going to stop you from marking him, but only because I know that when his Veela shows itself he will be even more attractive than he is now. And when his submissive instincts kick in…" Reinhart licked his lips. Draco wanted to rip out his tongue. "I love his feistiness, but I love myself a perfect submissive. Since we are both dominants we both know that it will be much easier to get him to do what we want. To influence him. Submissives only wish to please Dominants. It will be so much fun to see which one of us wins his heart. It can be a game. Winner gets the boy-who-lived's love."
"I will be the one to win his affections." Draco said coldly, shoving the boy away from him. "That you can be sure of."
Reinhart laughed. "We will see." With a friendly wave he exited the compartment, leaving behind a murderous looking Draco Malfoy.
What do you think? I know I have another Draco Veela story, but I'm not sure how I feel about that one anymore. I think I will still continue it. This idea has been in my head for a while and I finally got it down. I think with this Veela fic I'm going to take a different approach then my other one.
So please review and let me know if I should continue!:) Message me if you have any questions:)