Harry cussed and hurriedly worked to clean the mess he had made. He had really been looking forward to eating the food he had found and now he couldn't. After he had thrown out the broken plates and wiped up the last bit of spilled food, he turned his attention back to the presents in the hall.

Who were they from? The Slytherin colored wrappings hinted at Draco, but surely he wouldn't have gotten Harry presents just hours after attempting to rape him? Like presents were going to make up for it. Harry moved forward hesitantly and searched for a note of some kind. He found an envelope tucked in between the roses. It was labeled: To my beautiful mate.

Harry was sorely tempted to throw it into the oven and watch it burn but instead he opened it. Inside was a piece of parchment and something else. He shook it and two tickets fluttered to the floor. Harry gasped in disbelief and grabbed one of them. It was a box seat ticket to the sold out game between The Falmouth Falcons (one of the most violent Quidditch teams ever) vs. The Montrose Magpies (one of the best teams ever). Harry was in shock. These tickets were supposed to be impossible to get. Especially seats as good as these.

After staring at it in disbelief for a few more minutes, he set it down next to the other one and picked up the letter, which was written in green ink. Harry sat back, shook it open and began to read.

Dear Potter,

I am so sorry for my actions earlier. I did not mean to hurt you. My Veela is desperate for a mate and made me attack you. If I could take it back I would. But I still want you to be my mate. You are much too beautiful to pass up. I hope these gifts will make up for what happened. I only want to give you the finest things and when you are my mate I will buy you whatever you desire. Please think about being my mate. I will be the very best one to you. And besides, a Servile Veela does not go unmated for long. Unless you want to be set upon by a pack of strange Prime Veelas who want to ravage you every chance they get, then I suggest you choose now, before you come into your inheritance and are impossible to resist. If that happens and you are still unmated, not one Prime Veela will be gentle with you. You're scent alone would be enough to drive them mad. It is your choice. I promise I will be kind to you.

Love,

Draco

P.S. The Quidditch tickets are for you and I, but if you wish to take one of your friends that is fine. You still have awhile to make your decision.

P.P.S I can protect you from the Dark Lord if you are my mate. I would never let him harm you.

Harry crumpled up the letter and put it in his pocket. How dare Draco tell him what to do! He could make decisions for himself. If Draco thought that a few gifts were going to change his mind then the Slytherin was obviously deluded. And there was no way Harry would ever go a Quidditch match with Draco. He would go with Ron. He and Ron had been talking about the match forever. And, if they could come up with the money for one ticket, Hermione could come as well.

He looked back at the boxes in front of him. Harry, against his better judgment, grabbed one of the presents, a little box that stood out, and ripped off the wrapping paper. He lifted open the lid and his eyes went wide with shock. Lying on soft green silk was a beautiful ring. It was shaped like a snake with eyes and scales made out of emeralds. Harry reached out to touch it and as his fingers brushed over the scales it jumped up and wrapped around his ring finger. Harry tried to take it off but it wouldn't budge. Harry growled angrily. How could Draco stoop this low? Enchanting jewelry so Harry was forced to wear it was not cool at all.

At this point Harry probably should have stopped going through the presents, but the boxes in the green and silver wrappings were just too tempting. He continued to go through them and found things like chocolates, clothing, books, more jewelry that Harry didn't dare touch, and, much to his surprise, a nice black pair of dress robes with green lining. Harry went over to the roses and lifted one from the lovely vase in which they were held. They were stunning roses, and they smelled of cherries. Harry looked around at the presents and realized he had no idea where he would put all this stuff. He couldn't just throw it out. What if Uncle Vernon took out the trash and saw? Harry looked around. There had to be a place where he could hide all this stuff.

Then it hit him. His cupboard! Well, it wasn't really his cupboard anymore; he hadn't slept in it in years. But nobody used it. If he could cram all this stuff into the small space, it would be perfect. After cleaning up the wrapping paper, Harry shoved all the gifts into boxes and stacked them up in the cupboard. As long as nobody opened the door nothing would fall out.

Harry picked up the vase of roses. He didn't have the heart to shove them in the closet along with Draco's other stupid gifts. They were very pretty. So Harry took them upstairs with him and placed them on the floor near his bed so they would be harder to see if anyone came in.

Finally, Harry lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He was so tired. He couldn't even wrap his mind around what had happened and he didn't want to. The smell of cherries was lulling him to sleep. The bed had never felt so soft. In seconds he was out cold, his breathing gentle, his mouth slightly open, the snake ring glittering on his finger, and Draco, who was at the window, thought he looked like the most beautiful thing in the world…

Harry was awoken by Hedwig, who pecked his head till he finally opened his eyes. "Go away…" he grumbled, and burrowed deeper into the covers. Hedwig nipped his ear till it bleed and Harry finally threw off the covers and sat up. He was still so tired. "What, Hedwig?" His felt around till he found his glasses that had fallen off. When his vision cleared, he saw Hedwig had a letter. He took it from her. It was from Hermione. Harry ripped open the letter. It read:

We need to talk. Come outside.

Harry looked at the letter suspiciously. What if it wasn't from Hermione? What if someone was trying to lure him outside? It looked like Hermione's handwriting but…

Minutes later Harry was opening the door and walking outside. The only thing he saw was a brown object hurtling towards him before he was wrapped in a tight Hermione hug. Taken a little off guard, Harry slowly hugged back. "Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're here! I was afraid Draco might have taken you already."

Harry stopped the hug and held the bushy haired girl an arm length away from him, staring into her brown eyes. "What do you mean you were afraid he would take me?"

Hermione bit her bottom lip and glanced around. "Is there any where more private we can talk? I don't want anybody to overhear."

Harry nodded and walked back toward the house with Hermione following. He told her to be quiet and the two of them slowly snuck up the stairs and into Harry's room without making a sound. Harry made sure to close the door quietly and then joined Hermione on his bed. She seemed nervous. "I came as soon as I got your letter. I took the Knight Bus. I brought this book with me." Hermione placed a book on her lap that was titled, The Beauty of Veelas.

"Hermione, answer my question." Harry pressed.

Hermione sighed. "Veelas are very big on mates, Harry. Having a mate is nearly everything to them. If the go too long without them, their Veela starts to die. So, Veelas tend to get rather violent when it comes to mates. You see, there are two types of Veelas." She opened the book to a page she had bookmarked. She pointed to the top of one page. "The first type is Prime Veelas, mainly males, with a few reported cases of female Primes. Prime Veelas are the more dominant of the two, and are charged with the responsibility of protecting their mates by getting food and fighting off other Primes who wish to harm their mate. They are also the ones who are, ummm, on top…" She flushed bright red when she said this.

Harry did as well. "Draco said his was a Prime Veela. He said I was supposed to submit to him."

Hermione coughed and moved her finger to the top of the other page. "Yes, Draco is definitely a Prime Veela. This brings us to the other type of Veela. A Servile Veela. This is what you are. Servile Veelas are supposed to be girls, although there have been one or two cases of male ones. There are more Prime Veelas than there are Servile Veelas." Hermione flipped a few pages ahead. "This is why Prime Veelas are very competitive and violent when it comes to getting a mate. They want to have one. They believe they are better and that Servile Veelas should submit to them, and most do, which is why they have that name. Draco was angry at you because his Veela believed you should have let him do whatever he wanted. He didn't expect you to fight him. When Prime Veelas want to mate, like Draco did, they don't really act like themselves. But they are willing to do whatever it takes to get a mate. And from what you told me in your letter, Draco is pretty intent on mating with you."

He took the letter from his pocket and smoothed it out. "I found this last night downstairs along with a whole ton of presents. It's from Draco." Hermione took the letter and scanned it, her brow furrowed.

She put it down and looked at him. "He's right, you know. If you come into your inheritance before you have a mate Prime Veelas will be unable to resist trying to mate with you, much like Draco did, except more violently."

Harry touched his own face. "I'm not going to look like Draco did, am I? With fangs and those black eyes?" He couldn't imagine it.

"Well…" said Hermione, flipping once more through the book. "Veelas are able to change back into their regular forms at will. Their Veela side mostly comes out when they first come into their inheritance and when they are in danger, or when they are about to, ummm, mate…" She coughed again. "There aren't any pictures of male Servile Veelas, but I'd imagine the transformation would be about the same."

"When will I get my inheritance?" Harry asked. He wanted to be prepared.

"It differs from Veela to Veela. You could get it tomorrow, in a couple of weeks, maybe a month of two. But it must be sometime soon if Draco is making his move." She closed the book with a thud and placed it on his bed. "What did he get you?"

Harry thought this was an odd question, but answered all the same. "He got me clothes, some books, chocolates, roses, some jewelry. And this," Harry held out his hand that had the ring on it, a frown on his face.

Hermione took his hand and stared at the ring. "Oh! It's so pretty." She ran her thumb over the emeralds. "Are those real emeralds?"

"Hermione!" Harry yelled, and took his hand back. "You're not supposed to like it. Draco gave it to me to make up for trying to rape me. It's attached to my freaking finger and you just say that it's pretty?"

Hermione placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Listen, Harry, I know this is confusing. I'm not going to pretend I know what you're going through. But I know about Veelas. I wrote a whole essay on them for extra credit. I know that other Prime Veelas wouldn't have apologized. They would have expected you to apologize for not letting them get what they wanted. And if you didn't they would punish you for being disobedient. Draco had the decency to say sorry for what he did and at least attempt to make it up to you. What you have to realize is that you are a Servile Veela. Prime Veelas will hunt down Servile Veelas to mate with them. And since you are a male, and therefore very rare, you will be even more at risk of being…well, raped, Harry. That's the cold hard truth. Most Prime Veelas will not wait for you to love them. They will just claim you, because they want you. They won't treat you right and they will use you. Sure there are a few good Prime Veelas, but they are very few. Veelas are all about presentation which means how they look, how they dress, and what mate they have. They may be beautiful but they are not kind."

Hermione stood and removed her hand from Harry's shoulder. "I'm not saying you have to mate with Draco, Harry, but…" She looked at him pleadingly. "Just be careful."

Harry just felt so scared. Nothing Hermione had said sounded good. It seemed as though his only options were to mate with Draco Malfoy, who he hated; get raped by an unknown Prime Veela and be arm candy; or die. He looked up at Hermione, his eyes filled with tears. "Why does everything always happen to me?"

Hermione grabbed his hands, a sad smile on her face. "You're the hero, Harry." She whispered. "Everything always happens to the hero. It's sad, but that is what the world is like."

"But what if I don't want to be the hero?" Harry asked.

Hermione squeezed his hand. "Nobody ever does, Harry. Nobody ever does…" She gave him a hug and kiss on the forehead. "I have to get home. My parents don't know I'm gone. I'm going to Ron's house soon. I think you are too. Do you want me to tell Dumbledore about this?"

"Yeah. He should know. Maybe he'll be able to get me out of here sooner." Harry stood and led Hermione out of his room and down the stairs silently. When they were in the front yard, Hermione took out her wand and raised it. Not five seconds later a bright purple bus appeared in front of them. Stan Shunpike hopped off the bus and gave a low bow. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor this evening." Those were the exact words he said every time.

He glanced up and grinned at Harry. " 'Ello, Neville Longbottom. Been a long time, ain't it?"

Hermione looked at Harry curiously. He just smiled and told her it was an inside joke. After giving Harry one more hug and making him promise her he would be safe, Hermione climbed aboard the Knight Bus. Stan Shunpike hopped on and headed over to Ernie to wake him up. Then a thought struck Harry. "Hermione!" he yelled, because Ernie had honked the horn loudly and was pulling levers.

"Yes, Harry?" She called back, still in the doorway of the bus.

"Tell Ron for me. He needs to know. I don't know how to tell him." His friend needed to know. It would be worse if Hermione knew and Ron didn't.

"I will, Harry." She smiled and then the Knight Bus was gone, taking Hermione along with it.

Harry stared down the road for a few minutes, and then headed back inside. He could possibly get a few more minutes of sleep before the Dursleys woke him again.

The rest of the day was a blur. He spent most of it avoiding the Dursleys and reading the book Hermione had left. What Hermione said was true. Veelas really were all about their mates. Prime Veelas like to have the best mate so they could show them off to other Primes. Harry didn't want to be a prize for anybody. But the book clearly said that Veelas liked rare prizes. It also said that Prime Veelas were abnormally strong and fast. Harry wouldn't even have a chance to run away.

So the whole day Harry spent worrying and trying to decide what he was going to do. He thought and thought and the only thing he came up with was to wait until Dumbledore let him leave the Dursley's and wait to see what the Headmaster had planned.

That night Harry barely slept at all. He was haunted by dreams of unknown Veela chasing after him with their pupil less black eyes and long fangs. There were so many of them and they all ripped at his clothes and bit him and licked him. He was screaming for them to stop and leave him alone but they just laughed and continued. So many hands were touching him and bodies were on top of him, pressing the air out of his lungs. And then Draco was there and he caught Harry's lips in a savage kiss and he joined the others, touching him all over and making Harry want to die…

Harry woke up at 7:30 the next morning, sweating and crying. He shoved the dream to the back of his mind, put on a long sleeve shirt, and stumbled down stairs to make the Dursley's breakfast like he was ordered to the day before. He placed the bacon on the stove and flipped some pancakes. He fixed three different types of eggs for each of the Dursleys, and made coffee for Uncle Vernon.

By the time the Dursleys made their way groggily downstairs, the table was set and Harry had just placed the toast on the table. Harry went over to the fridge and poured himself some orange juice. He loved orange juice, and even at Hogwarts he had a glass every morning. He joined the Dursleys at the table. Dudley was already digging into his food and Vernon was reading his paper. Harry reached across the table to grab a piece of toast and his sleeve slipped off his hand, revealing his snake ring. Instantly Dudley grabbed his hand and stared at it. Then a huge smiled spread across his face.

"Did your boyfriend get this for you, Harry?" he jeered. Vernon put down his paper and too looked at the ring. "I always knew you were faggot." Dudley laughed. "You're some guy's bitch."

Harry ripped his hand away, his face flushed red with anger. "I don't have a boyfriend." He growled, and took a deep drink from his orange juice. He couldn't help noticing that it tasted weird before he lost all control of his limbs. The glass of orange juice fell from his hand and smashed onto the floor. He slumped down in the chair. Petunia was yelling at him for making a mess, but he wasn't listening. He was freaked. Why couldn't he move? Had somebody put something in his orange juice? Was this all a joke?

The answer walked into the kitchen. Draco Malfoy stood there; now back in his normal form, staring at Harry with cool grey eyes and an expressionless face. Harry tried to get up, but his arms and legs refused to move. Harry was forced to sit there as Draco made his presence known. "Muggles," he stated boldly and clearly. The Dursley's turned with looks of shocks on their faces. Uncle Vernon got to his feet angrily.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?" He roared, taking a step towards the blond boy.

Draco was unperturbed. He tore his gaze from Harry and stared calmly into Vernon's little eyes. "I'm here to make a deal, Muggle."

"I don't make deals with freaks that break into my house!" Vernon yelled.

Draco rolled his eyes and took from his pocket a huge stack of pounds. Vernon's little eyes widened. "My deal is that I take Potter," Draco gestured to Harry. "And if anyone asks, you tell them he is still here. Understand?"

Vernon nodded slowly and held his hand out for the money. "If you tell, Muggle, you'll need a lot more than this to pay for your hospital bills." Draco handed over the money and Vernon took it greedily before backing up and standing with his family who was on the other side of the table.

Draco smiled and went over to Harry. He picked Harry up and held him bridal style in his arms. Harry glared at him hatefully. "There you go looking so pretty again, Potter." Draco chuckled.

"You his boyfriend or something?" Dudley asked.

"You could say that…" Draco turned towards the Dursleys. "I'm going to collect his things and then I will leave. Remember our deal, Muggle." With that he walked out into the hall. Harry heard the Dursleys settling down for breakfast again. He couldn't believe that they had given him up so easily. He didn't know how much money Draco had offered, but surely the Dursleys had some morals?

Draco stopped near Harry's cupboard. When they were out of view from the Dursleys, Draco lifted Harry's head and kissed him roughly on the lips. Harry could do nothing to stop him and he didn't dare bit Draco's tongue again. The kiss ended quickly. "I'm sorry, Potter, but I cannot risk losing you to another Prime Veela. I know a few and they have talked about finding you. You are mine. I can't let them take you. You'll just have to stay with me. I'll give you the chance to love me, Potter, as I love you, but not for too long. Your smell is delicious. Soon I will be unable to resist." Harry felt his vision begin to blur, no doubt an effect of the potion. "Sleep, Potter. You're so beautiful when you sleep. I promise I won't do anything." Harry's eyes fell shut, his brain a muddled mess. He wanted to struggle, he wanted to fight, but he couldn't. "My beautiful little mate…" Draco purred as Harry gave in to the darkness in his mind. When Harry was asleep, Draco kissed him once more gently on the lips. "Please love me…" he whispered…

This story will be updated frequently because the chapters are a bit shorter and because I have a lot of ideas for it. I hope you like this chapter. Please review! Please! I need the feedback to know if I am writing this well, the whole Draco and Harry thing.