Veelantine Surprise - Part 2
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A newly awakened male human-Veela hybrid will understandably have concerns. Already physically attractive by nature, after the transformation he will be even more virile and sexually compelling to others. This can be an alarming and unsettling time for the hybrid, and it is extremely important that he receive guidance and support from family and friends until he grows accustomed to the changes in his person.
– from The Care, Feeding, and Breeding of Veela, by Prof. W. Grubbly-Plank
"See, Theo? C'mere. Lookit Draco. I told ya. I told ya, din't I?"
"Holy Harridans of Hades! Draco's buff! And he's got wings!"
"I told ya. You din't believe me, but I told ya."
"Greg, me mate, I'm sorry I doubted you. Draco's a fairy!"
"Hey! Screw you, Theo!"
"See? He is a fairy."
"Nah, I t'ink he looks more like an angel."
"HA ha ha, an angelic Draco!"
"Shut the fuck up, you two! I am not an angel and I sure as hell am not a fairy!"
"Oh, this is brilliant. Where's my wizard camera?"
"No! No way, no cameras! Jeez. Would you two wankers quit gut-laughing? This is terrible!"
"Ahem. Sorry, Draco, but when you wave your arms frantically around like that, your wings flap! You look so… so…"
"…ridiculous, I know!"
"You said it, I didn't."
"Argh!"
"Hey! Get off me, you fowl fiend! Help me, Greg!"
"Knock it off, all of you! Draco, attack Theo and Greg again and I'll dock your wings. Theo and Greg, try to find a modicum of sympathy for Draco's plight within your twisted, infantile little minds."
"Uuuhm, what's a 'mod of cum', Blaise? Some kinda lube?"
"No, it's a tiny bit, Greg. A smidge. A jot. A pinch. Ah, fuck it. Theo, get Greg out of here."
"Sorry. Can't. We'd go for breakfast, but I'm skint. Gringotts is closed today, too, so you're stuck with us. Unless… hey, gimme five Galleons and we'll scram."
"Slytherin's sagging ball sac, Theo; just go to the Cauldron and put it on Malfoy's tab. I know he's got one."
"Why didn't I think of that? C'mon Greg, let's get something salty and greasy to wash down those owl treats. I'm famished."
"You should be, you dick, you clogged the toilet with those sacrificial lamb kebabs you ate last night."
"Ah, get stuffed, Draco. This place has shitty plumbing. We're outta here."
"Hey, you two, not a word about this to anyone! Remember, you're my roommates."
"So what?"
"Three words: I have photos."
"… Shite. Okay, yeah, no problem, Draco; mum's the word. Right, Greg?"
"Ummh?"
"Close enough. We're gone."
KRACK
"Thank Merlin's mullet, they finally left."
"Why the hell do you live with them, anyway? I would think they cramp your style."
"... I've been asking myself the same thing. Whatever. What's going on, Blaise? Is this some kind of curse?"
"No, the detection spells revealed nothing. Hmm. Here, let me try something."
"What do you – OW!"
"Huh, they're real all right."
"No shit they're real! Damn it, Blaise, you're supposed to be helping me, not trying to pluck me. At least buy me dinner first."
"Har, har. Consider it payback for having to tear myself away from the Patil twins. Never forget what a good friend I'm being to you. Let's try this: FINITE INCANTATEM!"
"Ah! … Did it work? Are they gone?"
"Nope. They're still there, Draco. At least we know that no one performed spells on you. Whatever this is, it's coming from within."
"Fanfuckingtastic. I must have been poisoned last night!"
"Not likely. You'd be dead by now, or at least you'd be shitting yourself inside out or something equally horrible."
"Thanks. I feel so much better now."
"Anytime."
"It's got to be something I had at the party. I didn't have just the punch."
"Possibly, though I'm not sure what it could be. I suppose it could be some kind of shape-changing elixir."
"Could it be a fucked-up version of Polyjuice? D'you remember Potter and Weasley telling us they used it to impersonate Crabbe and Goyle during second year? Scarhead's a bloody tosser. He never did tell me how they got hold of the potion."
"Yeah, well, 'Scarhead' is our superior, so watch what you say. I know how they got the Polyjuice. It was Granger. She brewed it herself, the clever little minx. She told me about it one day while we were on Death Eater surveillance."
"…"
"Draco?"
"…"
"Draco? Malfoy, did you hear me?"
"… {{{Granger}}}…"
"Draco? What's wrong? Your voice is all echo-y and resonating. You, you're … whoa, holy shit, I guess Draco Jr. isn't a disappointment after all!"
"… {{{Granger!}}}…"
"Draco! Get that thing away from me."
"{{{Hermione!}}}"
"Aaahh! Let go of me. What the fuck's wrong with your eyes? Snap out of it, man!"
SLAP
"Huh? What? Blaise, you fuck, what did you hit me for?"
"Because you were trying your damndest to hump my leg, arsehole! Your wings got all fluffy, and your eyes, your eyes were… weird."
"What? In what way weird?"
"Your pupils changed. They got really big, and went from round to heart-shaped."
"…riiight. Okay, Blaise, stop messing with me. I'm freaked enough as it is."
"I shit you not! Draco Jr. sprang to attention, your voice started vibrating, your wings spread out and fluffed up, and your eyes turned into flippin' hearts! It all started when you heard Granger's name! Whoops…"
"…! {{{Granger!}}}"
"Ah, shit."
TO BE CONTINUED ...
