"Draco, you up for a challenge?" Blaise asked with a smirk on his face as he approached his best friend.
Draco narrowed his eyes "What challenge?"
"You know how the Potter bloodline has Veela blood coursing through them, and there is a very likely chance that Potter will come into his inheritance soon..." Blaise trailed off, and Draco was curious to see what his friend was up to.
"And?"
"Judging by how compliant he has been recently, it's safe to say he will be submissive, and will need to choose a mate, and since you're a dominant Veela..."
"No."
"Come on Dray, please?" Blaise pleaded with him, but Draco refused.
"Blaise, you know that you're my best friend, and you have permission to ask me for things when other people don't. Don't push it" Draco glared at him.
"Why? Are you scared about being the mate of Harry Potter? Are you scared that you'll fall for him?" Blaise challenged, and knew that he had hit a nerve.
"I am not scared!" Draco shouted, and Blaise went up to him.
"Then prove it."
"I hate you, Zabini" Draco glared at him while Blaise grinned.
"Love you too Dray."
"So what do you want me to do?" Draco asked.
"I want you to make Potter believe that he is your mate. I will also make him believe that he is my mate, since we are both Dominant Veelas. Whoever captures his heart first, wins. Whoever doesn't is the loser. After one of us has captured his heart, we will try to get him into bed with us, and the next day break his heart, tell him everything. Whoever wins gets 20 galleons and the loser has to be the person's slave for a week."
Draco smirked "Oh, you are devious, Blaise. Potter won't know what hit him. Deal."
They grinned at each other and shook hands.
"Want to get Nott in on this as a witness?" Blaise asked.
"Sure, let's go tell him now." Draco shrugged, and the mission to capture and break the Boy-Who-Lived's heart commenced.
Harry Potter groaned as he flopped down on the chair to the Astronomy tower. He just had a ton of stress put on him with Voldemort and saving the world, plus his friend's constant questions, and he seemed to be in pain all the time. For some strange reason, he always felt the desire to sit on the floor instead of the furniture, and he would find himself bending down just before catching himself.
He didn't like fruits or vegetables anymore, nowadays he was only craving meat.
Raw meat.
Harry was bewildered by this discovery. Why would he want raw meat all of a sudden? Why did he have the desire to sit on the floor? And why was his back in pain all the time?
Harry also realized another thing. When he was around Malfoy and Zabini, he seemed to become increasingly shy and couldn't look at either of them in the eyes. He had the urge to run away from them, and he didn't know why.
He wasn't scared of Malfoy, or Zabini, that was for a fact. However, lately it felt as though something was inside of him, and it comes to the surface when they were around.
Harry was also starting to get extremely tired lately. He couldn't concentrate in his classes, especially with Malfoy in the majority of them. He realized that he started to fall asleep in class, and flinched whenever someone touched him. Even with Hermione and Ron.
Another thing was that he found himself not wanting to spend time with any of them. He preferred to be alone more, and found himself sneering when he hears their annoying voices. Sometimes they just didn't know when to stop asking questions.
Harry quickly muttered a spell that will help him see what time it was, and winced. He had been here for over 2 hours. They would for sure be panicking right now, probably thinking that Voldemort had taken him, and had gone to Dumbledore.
Harry groaned.
It's not that he didn't appreciate his friend's concern, it's sometimes they were annoying with their frequent questions.
Harry moaned as he felt a soothing calm wash over him, and what felt like invisible fingers carding through his hair.
It had been going on like this ever since he had came in the tower. Whenever he felt stressed or frustrated with his friends or the world, he felt another presence calming him. Sometimes the hands would feel different, bigger, and Harry felt there were two presences with him instead of one.
He loved the soothing feeling he got from the fingers, and longed for more. He sighed in relief and contentment, before realizing that he had probably better get going before he throws the entire castle into a panic wondering where the Boy-Who-Lived had gone.
Harry sighed before getting out of his comfy chair and going back to his common room. On the way there, he ran into Draco Malfoy. He immediately averted his eyes.
"What's wrong Potter?" Malfoy asked, and Harry was confused when he heard the concerned tone in Malfoy's voice.
"Sod off Malfoy" He muttered, and Harry saw Malfoy's feet move towards him until they were the only thing he could see.
He felt a hand come under his chin, and lifted his head up. Yet he refused to look at Malfoy in the eyes.
Malfoy frowned "Why do you refuse to look at me in the eyes? Do I disgust you so much?"
Harry flinched at Malfoy's tone. It was like a blow to his heart, yet he didn't know why he was acting like this. So...
Submissive.
"Look at me" Malfoy said with a gentle tone, and Harry felt an urge to obey, yet refused.
He was below Malfoy. He didn't deserve to look at him. He was unworthy.
Harry blinked, startled. Where had that come from?
"Look at me" It was said firmly.
Harry was about to tell Malfoy to shove off, when he spoke.
"That's an order, Submissive."
He immediately raised his head to look at Malfoy dead in the eyes. Malfoy smirked, and Harry found it intimidating.
"So... it's true then" He said thoughtfully, and Harry was confused.
"W-What do you mean?" Harry had trouble not cowering under Malfoy's gaze.
"You're a submissive, Potter" Malfoy's smirk got wider "Which means anyone can order you to do anything after your inheritance"
"Inheritance? What inheritance?" Harry asked, and Malfoy looked appalled.
"Merin Potter, you don't know?"
"No, what do you mean?" Harry was starting to get impatient.
"The Potter bloodline is filled with Veela blood," Malfoy paused "You do know what a Veela is, correct?"
"Some here and some there" Harry shrugged, and Malfoy looked at him curiously.
"What do you know?"
"Well, er, I know that there is a Dominant and a Submissive in a relationship" Harry blushed "I know that Veelas can choose who their mate is-"
"Wrong Potter" Malfoy sneered "Veelas cannot choose who their mate is. It doesn't matter if you had hated them before, the Veela in you will make you love them."
Was it Harry's imagination, or was Malfoy hinting at something?
"H-Have you found your mate?" Why did he stutter?
"Yes, I have" For some reason, Harry's heart dropped "But he hasn't come into his inheritance yet"
"He? You're gay Malfoy?"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow warningly "Is that a problem?"
"No no" Harry quickly tried to explain, the idea of upsetting the Slytherin not boding well for him "It's just, well, I've never seen you take an interest in any guys before"
"I don't have shag someone just to prove I'm gay, Potter"
Harry blushed.
"I-I know but-"
"Potter, I would appreciate it if we would put an end to this conversation immediately" Malfoy looked amused.
"So who's your mate? What house is he in?"
Malfoy raised an amused eyebrow "Gryffindor"
"Really? And you're okay with that? You won't like hate them or anything?"
"No Potter. I couldn't hate my mate even if I tried, at least not for long. And no, I will accept my mate no matter what house he's in, I'll still love him all the same"
"Do I know him?" Harry asked curiously, and Malfoy chuckled, a sound that seemed strange to Harry.
"Oh, you know him alright"
Harry was getting annoyed "Who is he?"
Malfoy put on a thoughtful face "Try and guess, and maybe I'll tell you"
"Malfoy, just tell me who he is!"
"You."
Harry stepped back as if shocked "W-What?"
"You. You're my mate" Malfoy's eyes softened.
"M-Malfoy s-stop play games with me" Hary stuttered, trembling, starting to back away, but Malfoy caught his wrist before he could make a run for it.
He drew them closer to each other, and cupped the back of Harry's head, bringing their foreheads together.
"It's true" Malfoy whispered staring deeply in emerald eyes.
"You're mine."
Harry looked confused, but Draco saw a spark of hope ignite within those eyes as he started to believe Draco, and he grinned at Harry, who shyly smiled back.
Oh, he was definitely winning this bet.