Author's Note: Hey ya'll! Sorry about being such a horrible procrastinator! I'll have a new chapter for both my WIP stories up by tomorrow! I swear!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable as J.K. Rowling's. *pout*

Summary: With Hogwarts in turmoil because of the war, isn't it safe to say that other schools are too. Sean Arceneau is a new student at Hogwarts going into 6th year. But why did he transfer from Beaxbatons? And why is he so different from the other students? What secrets does his past hide? And how will they affect the rest of the student "body".

Transfer

Draco didn't even turn when Dumbledore stood and raised his hands for quiet. It was his job to kill the old fool anyways, so why make it harder on himself by actually looking at his target before he had to? Though he wasn't looking, his ears worked perfectly well and he heard as the hall quieted almost instantaneously. Salazar, the whole school was in awe of the Old Fool. Every student turning their full attention to him with no pause. Even his fellow Slytherins who sat around him. Their green and silver ties marking them, much as the Dark Mark did his forearm.

Only a few other Slytherins agreed with his opinion, and it made him sick to think how far the house had fallen. He had to ask himself though, why if he hated the bastard so much did it make him feel so neuaseated to even think of trying to hurt him? It made no sense, so he pushed it to the back of his mind to think more on later and tuned into Dumbledore's words to distract himself.

"Welcome all, to another year at Hogwarts. Before we begin the feast, let us sort the first years." The doors to the Great Hall opened wide to admit Professor McGonagall followed by the first years. It looked like a mother quail and her babies all in a line behind her. Draco noticed there were fewer first years than the last year and he felt his gut wrenched as he calculated the reason why. The Dark Lord's fixation with the school and the rumours of the Last Battle taking place hear must have spread. Most parents didn't want their children anywhere near the school with that kind of impending doom hanging over it.

His interest in the first years dwindled as quickly as it formed and he looked away, back down to his empty plate. His fingers uneasily twiddled with his fork, and when he looke up he caught Blaise Zabini's eyes following his fingers with shock. Draco stopped immediately and glared at the black boy until he looked away. He was so unsettled he had broke rule number three. A Malfoy is composed at all times. He straightened from his slouch and composed his face into his regular ice mask. Looking for all the world as if nothing could touch him and he was invincible.

Then came the whispering, almost as much whispering as when Potter was sorted and his name was read. What could possibly be so interesting about first years as to draw so much commotion? Draco turned just his torso to look at the gathered group on the stairs and immediately spotted the issue. There was one head at the back of the group that was significantly taller than the others. He couldn't really see what gender the person was or what they looked like from where he was seated and so he just waited to see what would happen next.

Mild curiousity gripped him as the staff said nothing about the anomaly. McGonagall stood by the stool with the Sorting Hat and the Hat sang it's song, which Draco ignored completely. The first years were called up and sorted and Slytherin got nine tiny new members. At last, only the taller person was left standing on the stone steps leading up to the Staff table. Again Dumbledore stood and raised his hands for quiet. The hall's whispering tapered off and Dumbledore was the center of attenton, even Draco's.

The wizard looked old, frail even. Wearing bright purple robes with dancing green Leprechauns and neon yellow moons, he looked just as ridiculous as ever, and yet he still radiated an aura of wisdom and power beyond imagining. His words randg across the silent hall.

"I can see you're all wondering about our rather tall new first year. In fact, I would think if he were really eleven he'd be half giant." There was a twinkle in those blue eyes above the half moon glasses, and most of the hall broke into laughter. "This is Sean Arceneau." The obviously French name rolled of the headmaster's tongue in a lilting melody and Draco almost closed his eyes wanting to savor the very syllables.

"He is a transfer student from Beaxbatons and has come to Scotland under distressing circumstances. He will be sorted into his house, going into 6th year, and I expect all of you to welcome him. Thank you." Dumbledore motioned to this Sean and the boy took the steps up to the stool with grace most purebloods only dream of. As he got to the top and turned to sit on the stool, Draco and the rest of the student body gasped.

The boy was gorgeous, beautiful, divine. Draco's vocabulary failed him to describe this boy's beauty accurately. It was literally indescribable. His hair was a deep mahogany brown with hints of red. It's shaggy waves framed his heart-shaped face, shining in the torchlight. It looked so soft and Draco couldn't help but want to bury his face in it. It probably smelled wonderful. Draco's trousers got uncomfortably tight and his cock got hard and he couldn't believe just the thought of this boy's hair could do that to him.

Of course Draco had known he was gay ever since he was thirteen and had discreetly tried out most of Slytrherin house and some of the other house boys as well. But he had never flt like this. This unadlutereated lust, pure and powerful, for anyone. Let alone a stranger. He, and most of the student body, couldn't tear his eyes away. Tracing the perfectly arched eyebrows, mount everest cheekbones, and pointed little chin, Sean looked almost fey like yet still extremely masculine. Those luciously full pink lips just begged to be kissed and Drcao wondered what they would look like swollen and parted as their owner panted for breath.

The next thing he noticed was the extremely long mahogany eye-lashes laying across his pale cheeks, sheilding his half closed eyes from view. Drcao couldn't stand it. He wanted to see his eyes, and as if Sean had heard his prayer he looked up directly at Draco with sexual blue eyes swirled with a predatory yellow and flecks of green. Those eyes pulled Draco in, and he got lost in them only being able to look away when Sean broke the eye contat first.

What was that! He couldn't believe he had lost composure like that over one boy. It was against everything he'd been trained for to so easily be seduced. But wait. That pull. It almost felt like... Yes! That's it! The pale skin, gorgeous looks, the grace, and the lust. Sean must be another Veela! But, Draco was only quarter Veela and he knew Veela had to have blonde hair. Sean didn't. But...the pull? It had felt similar to his father's when he demonstrated for Draco.

~Flashback~

Draco had been called into his Father's office again. This was not an unusual occurence this summer as Lucius was teaching his son about their Veela heritage and what that meant for Draco. As he walked into his Father's office he saw Lucius sitting in the red velvet desk chair, hads teepeed underneath his chin with him reclining with his feet crossed upon the desk. This was his contemplation pose and Draco came in and sat in the opposite chair quietly, knowing to wait for his Father to address him first.

Eventually, Lucius pulled his feet down and uncrossed his hands, leaning forward and putting his arms on his desk top. He looked into Draco's eyes as if searching for something, and apparently he found it for he sat back and said simply, "Today we are going to learn about the Veela pull."

Draco was confused, he knew that Veela were beautiful and had the ability to seduce men and women into their beds if desired, but because he was only a quarter Veela he didn't think it mattered to him. His pull would be unconscious and he couldn't control it. It would always subtly enhance his looks, but that was all.

"I see your confusion, and yes I know that you cannot consciously use the pull, but I want you to know what it feels like so you can recognize when you are under it's influence. Not just Veela have it, but some other creatures as well, most rare. But it is an important thing to know." Lucius explained.

"But how will I "experience" the pull? I don't want to have sex with anyone and I don't trust anyone not to knock me up to be the next Malfoy spouse." Draco replied in a sarcastic tone.

Lucius' look became predatory, "Why, I will administer it of course. You trust me don't you Draco?"

Draco's eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped just a smidge. His own father wanted to use his pull on him. His SON! It was outrageous, and a little terrifyng. Draco would never truly trust his Father, he was Slytherin after all, and he had no clue why his Father wnated to demonstarte rather than just explain. But the question was a loaded one. He could not say no.

"Of course Father. I trust you with my life." The lie slipped easliy off his tongue, and Lucius knew it and smiled.

"Very well then. I will use a medium force of the pull and you will try to resist and memorize what it made you feel so you can fight it off in the future."

With that Draco braced himself as best he could. His only warning was his Father's sile becoming a little wider before he felt entirely too happy and content. Slightly lustful and a bit hazy. He felt as if nothing could ever go wrong and all he had to do was love the beautiful creature before him. Do whatever he asked and be his slave. He wanted that, he wanted it so badly he'd kill for it. And right as he was about to get up from his chair and prostrate himself before the God-Like creature it was cut off.

The feelingsdrained from him leaving him feeling empty where they once had been. He wanted them back, but only breifly until he realised what ahd happened. Then he felt shamed. Lusting after his own Father! He was weak. Draco had been sure he could fight it off, but he hadn't even tried. His Father just smiled and said, "Lesson concluded."

And he was right. There was nothing else needed. Draco would remember that forever.

~Flashback End~

Similar, Draco thought, but not the same. There was more lust in this pull, more sexuality.

What was this new student? And why when he looked up, did he look at Draco? Watching intently as the Sorting Hat was placed on Sean's head, Draco caught the small smirk that graced the boy's lips as the Hat dropped into place showing perfect pearly whites. The Hat was on Sean's head less than two seconds before it shouted out clearly, "Slytherin!"

Draco grinned in a half predatory, half satisfactory way knowing that this would be a challenge and a fair bit of fun. Beauty and brains are a powerful combination. It seemed the whole hall was in an uproar. The Slytherin's cheering and staring lustily at their new housemate, the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws groaning their dissapointment. The funniest by far were the Gryffindors, looking decidedly green around the gills at lusting after a Slytherin, but not being able to help it all the same.

Sean stood from the stool, and took off the hat in a sarcastic, but still graceful, bow. Unfolding himself, Draco could see that Sean actually wasn't very tall at all. He just looked enormous next to the tiny first years. He was probably around 5'4 by the looks of it, very slender and petite. A perfect submissive, Draco thought, his cock growing even harder in his trousers making him shift slightly trying to alleviate the pressure.

As Sean strutted down the stairs and to the Slytherin table, there really was no other word for the way he walked, his hips swung in sensual little figure eights. Drawing the eyes of every gay man and straight woman to them like a bull to a red flag. Draco watched as he sat down at the end of the table with the first years, not even registering Dumbledore clap his hands and the food appearing. He decided he would invite this intriguing boy to sit with him and his friends at breakfast tomorrow, and then the quest to claim the boy would begin.

Draco settled down to eat with the resolve to catch Sean as he left the Great Hall tonight. Maybe he'd wait and corner him in the dungeons. Yes, that was what he would do.

Author's Note: Please please please review! This story is actually for one of my friends, I like to tease him and make him blush. Please review and join in the hope that there are more fanboys of slash like him out there!