The Troubled Prince

Rating: M for later chapters

Genre: Romance/Drama

SUMMARY: Harry Potter is Draco Malfoys' mate. Draco is a Veela-Vampire with some extraordinary abilities. But he isn't the only powerful one in this relationship. Harry has some interesting abilities of his own. Will their powers tear them apart, or help to solidify their relationship. Are these the powers the Dark Lord knows not?

DISCLAIMER: I own none of J. K. Rowling's characters or plot lines. If I did … SWEATY NIGHT!

Draco Malfoy walked slowly around the lake on the Hogwarts grounds, his hand clenched over his inner arm. The doors opened to the Entrance Hall, a tall figure in the light. He began running towards the platinum blonde, a bushy-haired girl on his heels.

As he approached the Slytherin, Draco fell forward, fainting. Harry lunged and pulled the boys small frame into his arms. Draco's arm dropped to his side, revealing a large gash one the pale boys' wrist. The girl gasped as she saw the slit wrist.

"Harry! Do something!"

"Go get Madame Pompfrey! Quick!" He pulled his wand from his robes, waving it slowly back and forth over the cut. As Hermione threw open the doors to the hall, Harry said forcibly, "Sano!" The gash sealed itself, reconnecting tendons and muscles.

Draco gasped as he swiftly regained consciousness, clutching onto Harry for dear life. When Madame Pompfrey and Hermione returned, conjuring a stretcher, they were forced to stun Draco, who would not release Harry.

They laid Malfoy on a bed, pouring Calming, Pepper-Up, and Blood Restorative potions down his throat. They waited a few minutes for them to take effect and for the color to come back to him, not that there was much to start with, before Hermione cast a quick spell aimed at Draco's chest. He stirred slowly.

Draco sat up slowly, looking at Hermione and Pompfrey in turn. When his eyes turned to Harry, he jumped up, running to the far corner of the room and hugging his knees to his chest. Madame Pompfrey looked at him quizzically, while Hermione had a detached look in her eyes, trying to remember something.

Harry looked at Draco softly, wondering what he had done to frighten the blonde boy so. He went slowly over, Draco sobbing uncontrollably.

"D-Draco?"

Draco looked into the emerald eyes with his own, his pupils uncharacteristically blood red. Hermione gasped.

"Harry! It's his birthday!" Her friend looked extremely confused.

"So?"

"He's part Veela! And part Vampire! He's coming into his Inheritance!"

"So?"

"He needs to bond with his mate. He needs to bond … with you! Part of him wants to bite you, and the other half wants to … uh … consummate your relationship."

Harry had tears threatening to escape. He was hurt that he was causing the blonde all of this pain. He reached his hand out, helping the boy to his feet. Draco looked like he was ready to run, but stood his ground. Hesitantly, Harry wrapped his arms around the pale boy. Draco held him tight, afraid to lose his mate.

Hermione smiled as Draco's eyes faded back to blue-grey. She went into the small bare room off of the Hospital Wing, smiling as a plan formed itself in her head. She started flicking her wand around the room, conjuring, transfiguring, and summoning. When she was done, there was a large bedroom big enough for two young men. She went out and called them inside, casting an obscuring charm on the room so they couldn't see it yet. When they stood before her, she removed the spell.

Harry was stunned. He coaxed Draco's face from his neck so the older boy could see. Draco took a quick look around before walking over to the large four poster bed with all black linens. He removed his shoes and his robes, leaving him in dark blue jeans and a dark green muscle shirt. He laid on top of the comforter, curled into a tight ball, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Harry hugged Hermione tightly, thanking her for the room, before going over to the bed and removing his robes, trainers, and shirt, leaving him in only a pair of black jeans. As Harry lay down, Draco immediately moved over to him, pulling Harry's arms around him, the younger boys' muscles rippling in the open air as they fell asleep, arms wrapped tightly around each other.