A/N: I AM THE MIGHTY JK AND OWN ALL BEFORE YOU… nawt- Darke

CH,CH,CH,CHANGES!

DRACO'S POV

I sat stiffly in the dank uncomfortable visitors room in a chair that I had spent at least five minutes wiping with a handkerchief before gracing it with my fine Malfoy ass. The only thing that kept me from slumping into the chair and letting my jaw falling slack was my Malfoy pride. I was a veela. A simpering idiot that would be stuck with one mate for life. Infidelity, on my part, or if the love went unrequited could actually kill me; a Malfoy could die of a broken heart, disgraceful!

My father, Lucius Malfoy, had hidden the possibility of me being a veela for almost 17 years. He had hoped that the signs of veela magic would not show in his son like they hadn't shown in our family for nearly a century.

My thoughts were in turmoil. 'Merlin. What if my mate didn't want me? What if it's a woman?!'I frowned. Knowing that I was gay but that I might still end up with a woman turned my stomach. I groaned as I thought back on what a bastard I had been for the last few years. 'Who'd want me now?Hell, if my mate was anyone but a Slytherin I might as well go coffin shopping now!' I was royally screwed and I knew it.

I pushed the chair backwards before standing and walked away from my father. I was vaguely aware he was calling me. I kept on walking hoping that I was in a dream. The only sounds I truly heard were my own foot steps. I think father shouted louder but I just kept on walking and shivered, as I walked past a dementor. I made my way to where Hiviscot, my house elf, was waiting. Hiviscot grabbed my elbow and apparated us back to the manor.

HARRY'S POV

"I'm okay Ron, 'mione. I'll see you later when the prefect duties are done," I said as I smiled and waved at my friends as they walked away from me towards the prefect compartment. We were early to the platform for once because this summer we had stayed in Hermione's house with her parents.

I grinned as I thought about it. It had been one of my best summers so far. I had seen that not all muggles families were as bad as the Durleys. But as much as I loved the Grangers and their hospitality I knew I wouldn't be visiting them that often. A small laugh escaped my lips before I ran my tongue over my four new filings. Of course I could get Nurse Poppy in the hospital wing to take them out and use a spell to re-grow the lost pieces of tooth and enamel, when I got to Hogswarts, but I didn't mind having the fillings in. If I hadn't been in so much agony I would have waited until the start of term to have them fixed by the nurse.

But the image of The Boy Who Lived, Done In By A Tooth Ache as the headline of first Daily Prophet at the start of term, had me believing that I had done the right thing by getting the fillings before coming back to Hogwarts. I am very thankful to them for doing that for me and for the contacts that the Grangers had taken me to get also. I could no longer be called four eyes, not that that would make it any harder for the name callers, but that was one thing off of the top of the immensely long lists of names that people liked to call me.

The train's whistle sounded before I heard a sound that I had been hoping to avoid, at least until later. Malfoy was speaking to someone right outside my compartment.

"I don't know Goyle. I just don't like sitting in the back of the train. Perhaps we should just shove some first years out the window." Goyle grunted something ape like and I, who had shamelessly pressing up against the wall, heard another apish grunt, presumably that came from Crabbe.

"Oh, are you two really going to behave this year just because of Dumble's warnings?" Malfoy asked his two now spineless friends. I moved to peek out the window and saw Crabbe and Goyle as they nodded somberly in unison before Malfoy swore at them. "Shit, well spread out then. They can't all be taken," Malfoy said before turning in my direction.

I jumped back into the middle of the compartment and started to root through my trunk, pretending that I hadn't been ease dropping. I heard the door open but didn't turn around hoping that Malfoy would think I was looking for something and move on since he wouldn't want to share a compartment with me.

"Potter," Malfoy sneered. I sighed and turned to face my enemy to get the insulting over with. I saw the shock on Malfoy's face when I looked at him. 'Surely I didn't look that different without my glasses?' As I continued to look at Malfoy's expression I became more confused. It went from the hateful sneer I knew and hated to pure shock and then he was blushing. His usual whiter than white complexion took on a pinkish tinge.

We stood looking at each other for a few seconds before Malfoy started to walk towards me using small steps while I stood frozen from the changes I saw in Malfoy's face. Uncertainty then joined the mix of expressions on Malfoy's face as he leaned in quite quickly and grabbed my jaw and squashed his lips to mine. I saw his eyes as they fluttered closed as a purring like sound came from his chest.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing Malfoy?" I roared as I pushed him off me. I was disgusted and angry. My first kiss was just wasted not only on my enemy but my MALE enemy. I felt my anger raising as Draco continued to gaze into my eyes. I don't even think that he saw my fist coming at his face, since he stayed a very still target.

A/n:

New(kinda) and improved!! Thank you for jhoy for going over this and fixing it up