My Veela boyfriend

Written by StrawberryGirl87

The battle is over and Voldemort is gone. Harry is struggling to find a place for himself in the world now that his duty is done. Draco wants to offer him just that but Harry is resistant, wanting to find himself before he can give himself entirely to Draco who has a secret to share with the reluctant Gryffindor. Veela Draco! DRARRY!

Chapter Two

Harry awoke with a throbbing headache, the night before was all a fuzzy blur. He couldn't even remember how he had come to be in just his underwear and in his own bed. He was even more surprised to find a vial on his pillow with a note attached. With his head throbbing painfully every time he moved it he grabbed for his glasses that had been neatly placed on the bedside table.

He unfolded the note, curious to see what it said and who it was from because he truly couldn't remember anything other than sitting, drinking on the astronomy tower and an overwhelming urge to throw himself off. He groaned. That feeling he remembered.

Harry

I wanted you to remember.

D. X

Unsure of who 'D' was he took the vial in hand, realising that it was a memory. This small vial held the answer to what had happened the night before and the mysterious 'D'. Unsure of if he wanted to remember or not given how he had been feeling last night he decided to shower first. He hadn't since he had destroyed Voldemort and as a result he felt grimy and sticky. The residue of battle clung to him unwelcomingly.

He spent longer in the shower than he usually would have, letting the heat of the water wash over him, it was bliss to be beneath the stream of water, his eyes closed in contentment. He allowed some tears to fall, going unnoticed, fusing together with the water from the shower as they fell. He shank to the floor, curling into a ball and allowing for just a moment to let go.

Since the age of eleven he had always known who he was, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. He had a mission, to destroy Voldemort. Never before had he considered that he had would actually survive. Harry had always thought that he would die, taking the Dark Lord down with him. He might have toyed with the idea of becoming an Auror but he couldn't stomach thinking about that anymore. He was lost and confused, nothing felt right anymore.

When he returned to his bed there was a school owl perched upon the windowsill and a parcel lay on his bed. With only a towel wrapped precariously around his waist he went to investigate. A small note was attached to the package in the same italic scrawl belonging to the mysterious 'D' that had left him the memory.

Just in case you don't have one.

D. X

Within he found a small pensive, nothing as grand or elaborate as the one Dumbledore had had in his office but it was beautiful none the less, made of white marble and carved with Celtic carvings etched into it. He was surprised that the owl had been able to carry it at all.

Supposing that it was time he figured out who D was and what had happened last night he pulled on his underwear and jeans, not willing to go head first into a memory completely starker's. Carefully he tipped the contents of the vial into the pensive watching as the silvery liquid as it swirled around in its basin.

Taking a deep breath Harry reached his hand inside and touched it, immediately being dragged into the memory, startled to see himself sitting on the edge of the astronomy tower and even more stunned to see Draco come and sit beside him. Never in a million guesses would he have considered 'D' to stand for Draco.

He watched with fascination as they talked as if they were friends, taken aback when Draco saved him after he almost fell. He stared dumbfounded as he watched himself initiate a kiss between the two of them after Draco had told him to only do it if he meant it. Following the memory of himself and Draco back to room and seeing the Slytherin's tenderness as he took care of him.

When Harry withdrew from the memory he had never felt more confused, touching his lips gently with his fingertips, wishing that he could remember their kiss. He had so many questions and there was only person who could answer them. Pulling on his shoes and a t-shirt he headed down to the great hall.

Entering the grand room was surreal for Harry as every person who was sat eating breakfast and nursing their own hangovers stood up, some of them on chairs, some on tables and they all began to applaud him. Cheering and shouting with joy at the sight of their saviour. If only they knew how close they had come to finding him dead this morning he thought bitterly as he scanned the room looking for Draco Malfoy.

Finding him standing alone on the far table Harry wanted to go to him, their eyes met and the Slytherin smiled at him, a gesture that Harry returned before being ushered over to what had traditionally been the Gryffindor table by Ron and Hermione. Today no house sat at their appropriate table, house rivalry forgotten.

Harry lost count of the many people that came up to him wanting to shake his hand and congratulate him. It became tedious after only ten minutes so after eating half a slice of toast he excused himself, looking over to where Draco had been sat, finding the seat empty.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked with concern, she knew her friend well and knew that the adoring fans would not be something he appreciated or wanted. She could see the pain in his eyes, the desperation for escape.

"Fine," Harry muttered standing from the table, "I just need some time and some space. I'll talk to you later." Hermione nodded and watched as he retreated from the Great Hall. She felt sorry for him and only wished that she could make it better.

Following his instincts Harry took the stone stairs down to the dungeons. The portraits were all still celebrating and the doors were all unlocked for anyone to use which benefit Harry as he headed for where he knew the Slytherin dorms to be.

Draco was the only Slytherin that remained at Hogwarts, the rest of them gone home to be with their parents if they had survived the war. He encountered no one along the way and was able to enter the Slytherin common room unchallenged. At first it seemed as if no one was there but as he ventured further in, finding the older boys dorm rooms he discovered Draco lounging on his bed, book in hand.

"What are you reading?" Harry asked him causing the blonde to jump in fright.

"Jeez, make some sound when you walk, are you trying to give me heart failure?" Draco asked and Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"I saw the memory," He said looking a little sheepish about the whole thing. "I wanted to thank you for stopping me from falling."

"That kiss was thanks enough," Draco returned, smiling now that his heart rate was beginning to calm.

"It looked as if you wanted to say something last night but you said that you wanted to wait until I was sober. Something about your family not being as pure blooded as everyone thinks."

"Yes," Draco said with a sigh, "I thought you might ask about that."

"You don't have to explain but it seemed important to you last night."

"It is important but I'm not sure that you're ready to hear it just yet," Draco said crossing the room so that he could look at Harry properly. "How are you feeling after last night?" He asked, concerned after his heavy drinking and almost accident.

"It doesn't matter how I'm feeling, you don't want to hear me rambling on about it."

"Yes I do, you don't understand how much I do," Draco said sincerely.

"If you're going to take the piss then I'm leaving," harry said turning to go but found that Draco had taken hold of his wrist, his grip gentle as he pulled him back.

"I'm not taking the piss," He said firmly, a hint of anger showing through that Harry wouldn't believe his sincerity. Draco didn't release him even when they were back facing each other, the contact between them making his heart race all over again. Being within such close proximity to his mate without being able to claim him was enough to challenge any man's willpower. "Talk to me," Draco said.

Exasperated and not breaking the contact between them harry said; "You want to know how I'm feeling, fine. Shit, like I don't belong here anymore. I feel as if I should be dead right now and I don't understand why I'm not."

"Maybe there's another reason you're here."

"Maybe your right but I don't see it," Harry said sounding as hopeless as he felt and hating that he was baring all his insecurities to a boy that had never seemed to care before. "As long as I'm here I may as well have a little fun though." As Harry said this he went in for a kiss, taking Draco by surprise.

Their tongues collided, Harry moving them toward the bed without ever breaking the kiss, pushing the blonde back so they lay sprawled on his bed. Draco could feel Harry growing hard between them and his body instinctively reacted in kind. Panicking slightly he broke the kiss, Harry kissing his way down his neck, unbuttoning the Slytherin's shirt to gain access to his milky white chest.

"Stop, Harry please," Draco gasped as the Gryffindor found his nipple, taking it within his mouth and sucking. He had thought it before and would no doubt think it many times again but that boy had a talented tongue.

"Don't you want this?" Harry asked, drawing himself level with the Slytherin who was pinned beneath him.

"More than you know," Draco replied thrusting his hips upwards to prove exactly how much he wanted it.

"Then what's the problem?" Harry asked as he resumed his relentless attack on Draco's torso, running his hands down the hard slabs of muscle, enjoying how smooth his skin felt under his fingertips.

"I don't want this to be a onetime thing," Draco gasped as Harry began to rub his already throbbing erection through his trousers. If the relentless Gryffindor carried on much longer then Draco was going to fuck him into next week and be damned about the consequences.

"Then it won't be, we can fuck as much as you want," Harry said bluntly going to unbutton the other teens trousers.

Draco had to grab at his wrists to stop him. "I want more than just sex Harry," He said, meeting the emerald gaze and holding it. "I want you."

Harry recoiled at his words, shaking his head. Rolling off and moving to sit beside Draco instead of straddling him. He was unable to understand why anyone would want him for more. "Why?" He asked, confused.

"Do you have to question everything? I just do."

"I can't," Harry said standing up and fleeing from the room.

"Harry, wait," Draco called but Harry was too fast. He felt humiliated and if he didn't find somewhere to be alone soon then he was going to break down in front of Draco, something that he couldn't allow to happen. The Slytherin wasn't going to let his mate escape so easily and despite being halfway to shirtless he gave chase, finally finding him in Severus' old potions class room.

"Go away Malfoy," Harry spat at him, furiously wiping away the tears he had allowed to fall. Draco recoiled at the way Harry had spoken to him but he was determined to see this through. His mate was hurting and he was going to fix it.

"No," Draco said with determination, "I'm staying right here with you until you talk to me. Do you have a problem being my boyfriend, happy to fuck but too ashamed to be seen in public with me?"

"Merlin no," Harry said in disgust that Draco thought he was that shallow.

"Then why?"

"Because I have no intention of staying in the wizarding world," Harry snapped, up until that moment he hadn't realised that that was what he needed but when he heard the words leave his mouth he knew them to be true. He had to get out, away from the fame and his fans to give himself time to figure out who he was and what he wanted.