Chapter 1

Obligatory Veela Fic

Summary: Here is my obligatory veela fic since all hp/dm authors must write one as a rite of passage. ;) Draco doesn't know he's a veela! Angry Ron! Harry/Draco Slash

Disclaimer: All these lovely characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I just use them for my evil purposes.

It had been a long summer for Draco Malfoy. His father had come back from his stay in Azkaban in an especially; bad mood. He stormed around the manor swearing vengeance on that miserable Potter brat and his friends. When he wasn't busy doing that he was yelling at Draco for his poor performance in school His owls had come the day before and Draco was still hiding in his room.

He looked up from his potions homework when he heard the pop of a house elf appearing in his room.

"What is it, Bippy?" he asked.

The house elf shifted nervously. "Master Lucius told Bippy to tell Master Draco to come down to his study."

Draco stood, closing his potions text silently. "Thank you Bippy. You can tell my father that I'll be right down."

Draco walked into the study cautiously. His father sat at his desk and he didn't look happy.

"Look at these grades," he said. "Did you even try?" Lucius slapped Draco across the face hard, but he managed to stay upright. "You couldn't do better than that mudblood, and then you spent the whole morning hiding in your room when you knew I'd want to talk to you about your OWL's" He slapped his son once more this time across the other cheek. Unable to stay upright, Draco was flung to the side, knocking over a table in the corner. The delicate vase on it crashed to the floor and shattered.

"Now look what you've done," said Lucius. "That vase has been in our family for generations."

Draco was lifting himself off the wood floor when his father hit him with Crucio. Falling back down, he screamed and writhed on the floor. Splinters of the shattered vase dug themselves into his cheek and shoulder as he ground himself against them.

He woke to find himself back in his own bed. Someone had brought him back upstairs and taken care of his face and shoulder. He was wearing his favorite green silk pajama bottoms, and the shirt was draped over the dresser.

He was debating the wisdom of spending the remaining two weeks in his bedroom when his mother walked in.

"Mother," he smiled. "Did you bring me up here?"

"Yes." She sat down beside him and tucked him in. Draco reached up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I hope you're feeling better, Draco. I'm sorry about your father. He's never been all that understanding, but it's worse since Azkaban. There's nothing I can do. He doesn't listen to me, as you well know."

"It's ok Mother. I understand." And he did understand. His mother was nothing more than a trophy that hung off his father's arm at fancy pureblood diners. She was the impeccable hostess and delicate conversationalist whose job was to please guests who visited the Manor.

"Well, you'll be back at school soon and you won't have to worry about it," Narcissa said with a smile at her beloved son.

"I'm worried about you," said Draco with concern. His mother would be here all alone once he left, and she was right. His father was getting worse. "You shouldn't be here all alone."

"Don't worry about me sweetheart. I'll go visit one of our villa's in France, and your father won't think twice about it. Now get some rest. I'm looking forward to the Christmas holidays already."

The first day of school was as busy as ever. Draco got his things set up in his room, and pinned his prefect badge to his uniform. That night he walked around the dungeon corridors looking for people that were out after curfew. He loved the idea that he could get Potter in a lot of trouble. He had memorized the rulebook as soon as it arrived with his badge, and he was ready and willing to use every one of those rules against the Boy Wonder. With the amount of trouble Potter could get into on his own Draco was sure he'd be giving him reasons to take points left and right. With an evil smile he opened the door to his room.

The next morning Draco woke up feeling a bit strange, but he couldn't figure out why. He felt fine physically. Deciding that it must be something going on in his head he dismissed it and went to breakfast.

Looking up as he raised a forkful of scrambled eggs to his mouth he saw Potter talking with his friends. Unable to tear his eyes away from the boy, he stared at him until Blaise elbowed him in the ribs.

"What's going on Draco? You were staring at potter like he was dessert."

"Nothing's going on Blaise. I was just trying to think of ways to get him in trouble this year." He explained the ideas he had thought about the night before.

"Granger's a prefect too, Dray. You know she won't let you get away with taking points for any little thing."

"Yeah, but she's a Gryffindork. She won't take advantage of the rulebook like we plan to."

The next day Draco was walking to class when he crashed into someone coming from the other direction. Draco grabbed the other person to keep himself from falling and ended up looking into the emerald eyes of none other than Harry Potter. His fingers tingled at the touch like sparks of energy flowing through his skin. He noticed that the same feeling was twisting through his stomach, and to his horror it was working its way down to his groin. Before he could register the fact that he was partially hard, he released the boy, and stepped back so quickly that he nearly fell again.

"Can't you manage to walk and look at the same time, Potter?" he snarled. "Five points from Gryffindor for carelessness."

"Shove off Malfoy," said Harry. "YOU walked into ME remember?"

Draco felt his body tingle once more as the dark haired boy brushed past him. He blanched when he realized he had turned to stare at Potter's ass when he walked away.

Dinner was miserable since he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off the dark haired Gryffindor at the table across from him. It was even worse since their meeting in the hall, and Draco was very confused. It was so bad that even Crabbe and Goyle had noticed. He tried to come up with a good excuse that would explain it, but everyone could tell he was reaching.

Their third day back wasn't much better than the first two. Draco sat on the opposite side of the Slytherin table that morning to remove temptation. Then he cringed when he realized that he had just thought that Potter could be tempting.

This was the Gryffindor Golden Boy he was thinking about so disturbingly. Potter had made this summer more horrible than most. He was the bane of his existence. Draco's fondest wish would be to take his wand and…no not that! He thought as his mind started to wander in an unwanted direction. Ok, thought Draco, I'll grab my sword and shove it…Argh! I wonder if Pomfrey will do an Obliviate, he wondered. In the end Draco decided not to think about murdering Potter, or anything else to do with him for that matter.

The Slytherins walked toward the potions classroom when Pansy came up and leaned on Draco's shoulder in the way she normally did.

"What's up Dray?" she said as she bounced over.

Draco came to a sudden stop in the hallway and gave out a choked yell. He pulled himself jerkily away from the cheerful girl. His shoulder and back felt like it was on fire when she touched him.

Pansy was looking at him concerned. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "When you leaned on me it felt like my skin was burning, and I had this feeling that I needed to pull away from you."

"You should go see Madame Pomfrey about this," said Blaise, and he lay an arm on Draco's other shoulder comfortingly. This made him yell again, although not as loudly since he was getting used to the pain.

"Shit!" swore Blaise. "I'm sorry. I guess you can't be touched by anyone."

Pansy reached out with one finger, and poked him.

Draco flinched, and glared at the pug faced girl. Shoving her back he said, "I'm not your little toy, Pans." It wasn't until later that he realized touching her hadn't hurt at all.

During potions class, Draco found himself staring at the back of Potter's head in the same with the same absorption he had during meals. Turning his chair so it was facing the cauldron from the other side, he repeated in his head. 'I will not think of Potter. I will not think about Potter. I will not…" It was in the middle of his tenth repetition when he realized that he had put the knotgrass root in before the cockatrice feather, and his cauldron melted.

Looking at him with a glare that was usually reserved for Longbottom, Snape cleared away the mess with a wave of his wand.

Draco spent the remainder of the day hidden up in his room with a pillow over his face. He didn't understand what was happening. What was this new attraction to Potter? Because that was what had happened, Draco admitted. No matter how disgusting and horrifying he thought it was, it was the truth. No one else could find out, he swore. If his schoolmates didn't kill him, his father would when he found out.

The next day his skin still burned when anyone touched it. It didn't matter who it was he discovered, when a first year Hufflepuff accidentally crashed into him in the corridor. He had barely managed to keep from screaming, and jumping back. Instead, Draco grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him away so quickly the poor boy probably didn't know what had hit him. As soon as he was steady Draco hurried on down the corridor, trying not to let the pain show through his Malfoy mask.

Taking a side trip to visit Madam Pomfrey had been useless. She had tried a dozen different tests on him, all of them thankfully didn't need her to touch him, but she couldn't find anything physically wrong. Giving him a few pain potions she sent him on his way, letting him know to get in touch with her if it kept up.

Doesn't that old fool hire any competent staff, he grumbled as he made his way back to the dorms. Clearly there was a problem. It wasn't his fault that she wasn't intelligent enough to figure it out.

As far as the Potter Problem, as he had started to think of it, was concerned he made sure to take every back route he could think of to get to his classes. Not only did it mean there weren't many people there, but it also lessened the chance of having to see the Boy Wonder.

In class he made sure to sit as far away from him as possible, preferably facing the opposite direction if he could manage it. Even so he could tell exactly where the boy was in the room, and it was very distracting.

Blaise had started nagging him about pranks they could pull on the Gryffindors, but Draco kept putting it off. If this kept up the people in his house would realize there was a problem. They didn't understand why his main goal seemed to be stay far, far, away from Potter. He didn't want to be anywhere close to those gorgeous emerald eyes, those amazing lips that he wanted to kiss so badly… covering his eyes with one hand he stopped that train of thought right there, and began with his usual refrain of 'Don't think of Potter'.

Thankfully it was almost Christmas Vacation, he thought. The school year so far, had been one painful experience after another, and he couldn't wait to see his mother, and relax.

Not so surprisingly even the Gryffindors had noticed Malfoy's strange behavior.

"Have you noticed how Malfoy seems to be acting really strange," Hermione asked when the three of them were sitting in the library.

"Strange how?" asked Harry.

"Well, he's never around. It's almost like he's avoiding the whole school. We never see him, except for meals, and even then he doesn't show up for them all. I overheard some of his friends talking, and they said that no one can touch him. It hurts unbearably when they do, and no one can figure out why. Not even Madam Pomfrey."

"So? That's all good right?" asked Ron who would have happily seen Malfoy dead. "We should go around trying to touch him all the time."

"I thought it was my imagination, but now that you mention it, he seems to be avoiding me. Have you noticed? He's always facing away from me during meals, and he does his best to face away from me during classes as well," said Harry.

"Maybe he's ignoring us all," Ron said cheerfully. "Let's hope it keeps up."

"It's not all of us, Ron. I have Arithmancy with him and he takes the time to call me names like he always has."

"Harry, why don't you walk into him during class tomorrow? If Mione's right, it'll hurt like hell, plus he'll be stuck dealing with you."

Harry was shaking his head. No matter how much he hated Malfoy something like that was just cruel. He wasn't going to walk into a situation intending to cause someone a whole lot of pain, no matter who it was.

"Ron Weasley, how can you even think of doing such a thing? You don't know if something is seriously wrong, or what kind of damage you might be doing. I can't believe you'd be so mean."

"But Mione, its Malfoy!"

"Ron…" said Harry warningly, and that was the end of the matter for the evening.

Ron still thought it was a brilliant plan, and worked on a way to make it happen. Revenge is sweet, he thought with a determined glint in his eye. That bastard will never call my family names again.

It was one week away from Christmas break when it happened. Everyone was going up to McGonagall's desk during transfiguration to pick up a mouse that needed to be changed into a pigeon. Draco walked up as he usually did looking at his feet, and doing his best to avoid any eye contact with Harry, when Ron shoved him harshly from behind. Before he could fully register the burning pain ripping through his back, he realized that he had fallen into the arms of Harry Potter.

Harry looked into the silver eyes of his enemy, and they looked completely terrified. He remembered what Hermione had said, and, and pulled away quickly.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked just in case.

Draco shook his head, realizing that it was true. It hadn't hurt him at all, actually it had felt wonderful. He resisted the temptation to throw himself back into Harry's arms. He felt the same sensation as before, and it set his senses tingling, and his magic flaring out toward Harry's.

As soon as Draco had righted himself and moved to walk away, Ron shoved him forward once more sending him flying right back into Harry's arms.

"Ron!" said Harry angrily, glaring at him. Malfoy could have been really hurt by this stunt, since they had no idea what was medically wrong with him.

"Ronald Weasley, twenty points from Gryffindor, and a week of detention. You can think about your shameful behavior when you're helping Filch clean the toilets in the boys changing room," said McGonagall angrily.

Hermione was glaring at him even more angrily than Harry had, if that was possible.

Harry realized that he was still holding Malfoy. The blonde had nearly fallen onto the floor, and he had grabbed him tightly and pulled him up against him for balance. Having him that close, Harry noticed that there was something very…excited… pressing against his hip, and he blushed brightly. Emotion ran through Draco's eyes like water on the surface of a lake, as they changed between panic, and lust. He could feel Malfoy's magic in the air reaching for him, and surprisingly, he felt his own magic start to respond. For one second he wanted to lean over and kiss the blonde. Coming back to himself he gasped, and pushed the other boy away in horror. How could he have wanted to do that, he wondered? He didn't really have a preference between boys or girls, but this was Malfoy.

Draco could feel his heart pounding its way out of his chest. The stupid Weasel had pushed him against Potter twice. He would have hexed that stupid redheaded git to next Tuesday if he wasn't feeling so euphoric. Potter's full pink lips had been only inches from his own, and it had taken every bit of his willpower not to kiss him. The second time he had been shoved forward he ended up pressed against Harry from head to toe. His magic had rushed out, wanting to blend with Harry's. He had never heard of something like that happening to a wizard before, and he made a note to do some research on it. Oh God! He realized that Potter must have noticed his…excitement. He blushed bright red, and ran for the door.

Harry watched him go, hoping that he was alright.

Lying on his bed in the dorm Draco found that his 'problem' wouldn't go away. Unzipping his trousers he slid them down past his hips along with his boxers, and ran his fingers up his length. Grasping it firmly he brushed a finger over the top, spreading his precum over the head. Pulling up with a practiced twist, he moaned with pleasure. Unable to stop himself, images of Harry began to flood his mind.

Harry was kneeling…a tongue sliding up his cock, while he fisted his hands in dark hair…wet suction…

Draco threw his head back and moaned, creating more friction with his hand.

…a warm wet mouth slid up and down his hardness…

His hips bucked upward into his hand desperately.

…a finger slid into him gently brushing his prostate…

With one last groan of pleasure he shouted Harry's name and wet warm come flooded out of him coating his hand.

Draco lay panting on his bed. He slid his pants back on after using a cleaning charm for the mess. He didn't understand what was happening, but there was no denying his feelings any longer. Weasel had been a miserable bastard as always today, but Harry had almost looked…concerned. Maybe he could initiate some sort of friendship with the Gryffindor, and figure out what had been happening to him this year.

Up in the Gryffindor dorms, Hermione was giving Ron hell. Harry was somewhat surprised she hadn't hexed him yet.

Once she wound down enough to let Ron talk he had turned to him and asked, "Harry, you're with me on this right? Malfoy deserves it after everything he's done to us all these years. If Mione was right it must have hurt like hell when he fell against you like that." Ron was snickering lightly.

Touching him hadn't hurt Malfoy one bit, Harry thought, remembering that Malfoy had said he was fine.

He looked up at his best friend. "Ron, Mione is right. You were a right bastard today, and you deserve every detention you got. You should have gotten more, but I bet McGonagall doesn't know Malfoy's been having problems."

Harry went up to bed, leaving Ron sitting in the common room fuming, and feeling betrayed. Ron couldn't believe he had just heard his best mate defend a Malfoy, and then his girlfriend had agreed with him! Hermione started up on him again as soon as they were alone, but he tuned her out, not one bit sorry for what he had done. As a matter of fact Malfoy deserves worse, the slimy git; he thought and started thinking of other things he could do to the blonde.

To be continued…

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