This is a prompt Queenofshire405 asked for on AO3 ("try top dm/bottom hp: draco is a veela and harry is abused and his mate."). It took long, but I didn't want to fuck it up! There's a second and final chapter, which will be uploaded soon.

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE READING ABOUT BDSM, MIND AND PHYSICAL CONTROL AND THE USE OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE ON PEOPLE.

Draco Malfoy was beautiful, or so Harry Potter thought. Well, Harry Potter and most students at Hogwarts. He had a fragile look, white hair and grey eyes. Sharp cheekbones and pale skin. Lean, but not too much. If he were a season, he'd be winter, Harry thought. He looked cold and graceful, and that also made him look even more beautiful. He was winter. And despite the coldness, Harry felt drawn to him: he wanted to hug him, kiss him and love him. He needed to be… his. He was infatuated with him, and he didn't know why. Most people found him attractive, yes, but Harry needed to see him every day, or he'd feel anxious.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in the Great Hall, Harry spying Draco. Even the way he drank tea was graceful, he held his cup as if it were going to break.

Ron saw Harry's gaze and turned around to see what his best friend was staring at, "Mate, are you stalking Malfoy again?" He asked. Harry, looked at him after a few seconds, "What? No, just making sure he's not up to something." Ron sighed, "Do you fancy him?" Harry spilled the pumpkin juice he was drinking, "Of course not, Ron! I mean, yes, he's attractive, you can't deny that, but that's it." Hermione, who had her head between the pages of a Muggle newspaper, put it on the table, now looking at them as if they were stupid. "Of course he's handsome. He's a Veela, not that difficult to see."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, until Harry laughed, "Of course he's not, Hermione!"

"Of course he is, Harry!" Hermione snapped, "It makes so much sense! Veelas in Great Britain only exist among the upper class, such as the Malfoy bloodline."

Ron interrupted her. "But he's a man, Veelas are women."

"Not exactly, Ronald. Men can also be Veelas. Most of them are rather dominant. They abuse their mate and control them. In the past they did so with any man they fancied, although now their partner submits to them."

Ron whistled, "Wow, so fucked up. So, are you saying that Malfoy, who looks so… weak, likes to be dominant and abuse his partners and that he likes… men!?" Hermione nodded. The ginger boy turned his head towards Harry, a cheeky grin on his face, "Well, Harry, it seems that you have a chance!"

Harry blushed, "Shut up!"

Yes, he definitely had a crush on Malfoy, he couldn't deny that. Draco was sitting in an alcove, with Blaise Zabini, laughing and chatting. That smile, Harry thought. It could melt snow or it could cut ice if it was his evil smirk, which he did not use when he spoke with his friends. Harry was staring at him when Malfoy looked at him. And he felt a rush of… intense passion he had never felt before. He wanted to belong to Draco.

The Slytherins passed by him, Draco staring, Harry following him with his gaze. The smell… Harry felt his dick harden. He could not believe it: was he in love with Malfoy because of his Veela charms? Did anyone else feel this way? He had to talk with Hermione, in private.

The girl was in the library, where Harry expected to find her, bushy hair moving through the shelves.

"Hermione," he whispered. His friend turned around, looking for the person that was looking for her, and smiled when she saw Harry. "We need to talk."

Harry made her seat in a studying table, in front of him. "Ehh… I need to ask you something." Hermione nodded, "Go ahead." Harry blushed, "It's about Veelas and… Draco Malfoy. So… In the last few weeks I've realized that I am quite obsessed with him, and I want to be with him and to be his… mate. But I don't know if this is natural. The way he smells makes my groin… you know… oh Merlin, this is too embarrassing," he covered his face with his hands. "And… and when he stares at me I feel a rush of sexual need go through my body. And when he stops doing that, my body aches."

Hermione looked at him, astonished, "Well, I can only say one thing: he fancies you."

Harry, who was looking at the table, looked at her, "How would you know?"

"If you feel arousal when he looks at you it's because he wants you to feel that. And if the way he smells makes your penis go hard, yes, I said penis, is because he's making sure that his smell triggers that on you. So I guess that he does wants you. Also, I don't feel the same way when I'm around him, so clearly there's something especial about you."

Harry stayed silent, looking at her.

"You know how dangerous Veelas are, right?" She asked, and the boy nodded. "He could mentally and physically abuse you, and you would accept it because you'd be so desperate for his attention that you would see it as normal. I doubt that he can turn into a complete Veela. His bloodline is quite mixed, but that doesn't mean that he will try if you do not obey. And he could kill you, Harry. Are you really willing to take the risk?"

Harry nodded.

Harry was now the Head of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he found himself training with the rest of the team on a misty Thursday afternoon. The drizzle increased the feeling of coldness, of winter, grey clouds above them.

Ginny Weasley came flying towards her friend, "Harry, there's someone watching us," she shouted. Harry looked down and, through the mist and rain, he saw some blond hair under a hoodie. He went down and landed in front of him.

"Not your usual outfit, Malfoy," he said while he got off the broomstick, "What do you want?"

"To talk with you. Follow me." Harry stood there, but the Slytherin student turned around and started walking. Harry obeyed.

Draco Malfoy went inside the Gryffindor locker rooms, without Harry's permission. He stood there and took his hood off. Harry was standing in front of him, their chests almost touching. Harry was mesmerized. He'd never been this close to Malfoy, and he was prettier in shorter distances. He was analyzing his face, his grey eyes and sharp cheekbones. And the lips… He wanted to kiss them until they were swollen.

"You've been stalking me," Draco said.

Harry laughed, "No, I have not."

"Yes you have. What the fuck do you want? Do you really think I'm up to something?"

"No, Malfoy, what the fuck do you want? I know you're a Veela, do not even try to lie. And you've been charming me or something, I don't know. So let me ask again, what the fuck do you want?"

"How do you know that?" Draco asked, a worried look on his face.

"Hermione Granger," Harry said defiantly.

"That mudblo-" Draco saw Harry's hand coming to slap him and grabbed his arm, "Don't you even dare."

"Don't insult my friend, Malfoy!" Draco, who was still holding him tight, sighed and let the other man's hand go.

"Why are you always staring at me? Be honest," Draco said.

Harry obeyed, but he was sure that they Slytherin was doing something with him so that he'd obey, "I… I want to be yours… I thought I had a crush, but now I know what's going on."

Draco smirked, "You flatter me, Potter, but you're not the first one, and probably not the last."

"Then why are you making me feel obsessed with the way you smell? Or why am I aroused when you look at me? This doesn't happen with other people, does it?" Draco gulped, "You want me, don't you?" Now it was Harry's turn to smirk.

Draco grabbed Harry's chin tightly, "Don't try to tease or be dominant, Potter. Don't even try to be cheeky." He put his hood on and walked towards the door. It was raining heavily now, Harry could hear the drops hit the roof of the locker rooms. Once he was at the doorstep he turned around, "Meet me at the Room of Requirement. Tonight. After dinner." He left Harry standing there, eager.

Harry walked down the corridor towards the Room of Requirement. He stopped in front of the door and hesitated. He was nuts for doing this, but it was too late now.

He opened the door and found himself in a dark room with only two torches, which were not enough to illuminate the place. Then he felt someone grabbing him by his waist.

"Thought you wouldn't come," Draco whispered against his lips, but not touching them.

"I'm not scared," Harry replied.

"Well, you probably should. Have you ever been with a Veela?" Harry shook his head, "Reply, I can't see you."

"N… no," Harry whispered, looking down.

"Not surprised. So, if you want to submit to me there are a few things you should know: this is not a relationship. We are not boyfriends. We will never be. You are here to be my sex toy. I will be Master for you, not Malfoy or Draco. I will address you however I want. You cannot talk unless I tell you and you have to be only my property. That means that you cannot have boyfriends or be someone else's slave, but I can do as I please, understood? Also, you cannot cum unless I tell you otherwise. If you do not obey or follow these rules you will make me angry, and you do not want to see an angry Veela. I will abuse you physically and mentally, but I'm pretty sure that Granger has told you about that. Our safeword is weak."

"Weak?" Harry asked.

"Yes, weak, because it represents you. And by the way, I haven't given you permission to talk," Harry gulped, and in the silence that surrounded them Draco heard the noise and laughed. It sounded evil, "Don't worry, we have not started… yet. We'll meet here every Tuesday and Thursday after dinner, so be sure to have free time. No excuses, if you do not come I'll punish you. If I ever feel like abusing you during the day, you will come, even if you're in the middle of a lesson. Trust me, you will know when I require of your services. Also, while we are in one of our "meetings" you will always look down, that's what submissives do. Remember, you will be mine. The only question I have for you is: do you accept and want to be my mate? Remember that this is not like claiming you, you are just submitting to me. Do you want to be my mate?"

Harry, still looking down, could not believe the words that were about to come out of his mouth, "Yes, Master."

When Harry said those two words, some torches lighted up, and now he could see Draco's legs and the rest of the room . He wanted to see Draco's face, but he knew he was not allowed.

In the middle of the room there was a huge bedroom covered with black satin sheets. On the left wall there were all kinds of whips and chains. On the other side of the bed Harry saw some boxes, probably containing more toys.

Draco placed his wand on the top of his head and whispered a spell Harry had never heard before. "Now get undressed. I want you in all fours on that bed," Draco told him.

Harry, still looking down, went to the bed and started taking his shirt off, giving his back to Draco. The Gryffindor could sense his enemy's eyes in his shoulders. Harry took his jeans off and then his red underwear. He blushed, he didn't want Draco to think he was a Gryffindor freak or something.

"You are a Gryffindor freak, and I'm Master, not Draco. Apologize."

So that was what the spell was all about: now Dr-Master could read his thoughts…

"Sorry, Master." He was still standing there, naked.

"You learn fast. Now, keep doing what I told you."

Harry kneeled on the bed, and what he found out shocked him: there was no mattress. It was concrete, and it wasn't plain, so he could feel the material scratching his knees.

He knew Master was smirking, but he did not turn around, he didn't have permission. He stayed there, waiting, but Master never came. He then heard him sit… somewhere. Probably he'd asked the Room for a chair or something. And, indeed, Draco was sitting on a chair, a cup of tea on a table that had magically appeared in the room. The Slytherin was taking sips of his cup, making his sub wait and suffer. Harry could feel air against his arsehole, which did not make sense, considering that they were in a room. But perhaps it was a charm, since he felt cold and there were torches in the room as well.

Harry finally heard footsteps, and he knew that Master was coming closer and closer. He could feel the other man's heat radiating from his body. Was he naked, then? He felt a whip against his ass, and he wailed, his elbows failing and his head falling on the concrete.

"I haven't given you permission to scream," Draco said calmly, while Harry gasped. Harry could hear now Master walking towards a box. Through the corner of his eye he saw Him taking a gag, which he then placed in his mouth. He was already naked. Harry didn't hear him take his clothes off. Veela magic? The man was even more beautiful when naked. He had long, pale legs, with a penis surrounded by a yellow forest between them. A trail of blond hair travelled down to his crotch from his bellybutton, and you could make out his ribs through the pale flesh.

The Slytherin didn't want Harry to scream. He placed his lips next to Harry's left ear, "If you want me to stop, raise your left arm. You can moan and try to scream from now on if you like." He then placed a kiss on Harry's nape, leaving a trail of kisses while he travelled down Harry's spine. The final kiss became a bite, and Harry arched his back, groaning. The Veela smirked, "I told you: you're not my equal, certainly not my boyfriend. I'll claim you if you want, but as if that were going to happen," he ended his sentence with another slap.

Harry was moaning due to the spanks. But it was also the fact that he was submitting to his school enemy, and now crush and master, what turned him on. But he did not want to be only a mate, he wanted Master to claim him and be his romantically and sexually.

Harry was whimpering in the gag when he felt cold, heavy, metal around his ankles. A chain. "Need you all tied up for me to enjoy you, slut." This was turning him on, feeling helpless, that Master controlled everything he did.

"I'm going to take you, understood? Nod," Draco ordered. Harry did as he told him. Draco grabbed him by his hair and thrust, without preparing him. In, out, in, out. Using him as a hole. The chains created a rhythm when they hit the concrete, the sound filling the room. Harry could feel Draco's dick stretching him, opening him, the lack of lube creating a feeling of fire inside his anus. What a bastard, Harry thought after a few minutes. And then he realized he'd make a mistake, his whole body tensing.

Draco pulled out and pushed him against the concrete, "How fucking dare you insult me!?" Master shouted, spilling saliva. Harry was now lying, covering his face with his arms, knees against his stomach and ankles chained. He wanted to make himself smaller, as if that could protect him. Through his arms, Harry could see Draco's eyes getting darker. Then he noticed how from his Master's collarbones something tried to come out. Could those be his Veela wings? Hermione was right, his bloodline was too mixed for him to change completely.

Draco stood on the concrete "bed", still erect and naked, and started kicking Harry, "Do not fucking insult me!" He said, stopping after every word to kick Harry's stomach. The Gryffindor, who still had the gag on and had his ankles chained, tried to cover his tummy. But this only made Draco even more furious. "How dare you?! You're here to serve me, filthy scum! If I want to kick you you let me fucking do that!" He kicked him again. "You're here to obey!" He shouted next to Harry's ear, biting it and pulling it from his teeth afterwards.

Harry was sobbing, the gag making it difficult to breathe. But then it disappeared along with the chain, probably due to Draco's magic. "You've disappointed me today, Potter," he spat the surname, like he used to do when they were younger. He got off the concrete bed with a graceful jump, sitting then on the chair that had appeared before.

Harry started to put his clothes on with haste, still looking down. "But, please, Mast-" he started while he buckled his belt. He could smell his Master, which caused him to still be eager for Him.

"You can leave now, I'll tell you when I need your services."