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He sat with his back to the Gryffindors, Harry was facing his table and he couldn't handle the eye contact. He had gotten word from Snape to head to Dumbledore's office after the feast to discuss his status as a Veela.

It was rather certain that Harry would be there too, probably they would get a play nice speech. It would be good though, getting to test the boundaries one on one with Harry. That way no one would see if he flubbed it again. Except for Harry.

At the thought of the other boy his heart sped up a little, a nervous flutter, mostly in fear. Every aggressive stance made him want to cower, his mouth twisted in disgust, it made him want to fawn over him. Please him.

He stabbed his dinner with a little more force than necessary, annoyed that part of him wanted to just give in, it's what he was supposed to do if his father hadn't forced him not to. The other Slytherins expected him to humiliate Potter, that they would fight when they met up, but that wasn't Draco's goal.

He was going to swallow his pride and try to get Harry to agree to a truce. That was really the lesser of two evils. Even if it got out it was still better than losing battle after battle – which he would. The one moment of standing toe to toe told him that he could play the part only up until the point that they would actually fight.

So he would offer up a truce and hope Potter went along with it. He should with his good boy Gryffindor streak. He knew the moment Harry stood up and left, waiting a few moments before leaving the safety of his table.

Once he was past the doors he moved quickly, wanting to catch up to Harry and offer his deal before they got to Dumbledore's office. He was wondering where Harry went when he turned the corner and crashed into him. He lost his footing and fell backwards, landing hard on the stone floor. He should have sensed another Veela so close, the scent he wore blocking his own senses.

"Sneaking up Malfoy?"

Harry looked fierce, especially looking up from the floor. "No I just…" Harry moved closer and Draco pulled his knees up to his chest protectively.

"Then what do you want Malfoy?"
"A truce." It came out a little strangled and he cringed. He should be getting up but he was so close to Potter.

"A truce? What kind of game are you playing Malfoy?"
He finally came to his right mind and scrambled to his feet, backing up when Harry held his ground. "No game. I just… don't want to waste my time on you."

Harry looked him up and down, "Not happening." His hands balled into fists and Draco could feel the anger coming at him like a physical force. "You just want me to back off if there is a submissive Veela so you can-"

"No." It took a lot of will power but he stepped forward, meeting Potter's stance. "You can have them. I'm serious about this. I want a truce."

"And you won't challenge me for Veelas?"

"No."

"And you will stay out of my way."

He started to nod, eager to get the agreement but caught himself at the last moment, "If you stay out of mine." There was silence for a moment and Draco felt himself start to waver, his body strung tight as his Veela responded to the dominant before him.

Harry laughed suddenly. "No truce." He turned towards Dumbledore's office. Draco glumly followed, that hadn't gone at all like he had hoped.

When he reached the entrance Harry was still waiting for it to open so he leaned against the wall a few feet away, trying to formulate a plan B.

"What are you playing at Malfoy?"
He wearily eyed him, "I'm not."

"You know I don't believe you. You haven't challenged me Malfoy, not even once. You haven't responded to any of my challenges."

That was news to him, he hadn't even been aware that he was being challenged. That made sense though, he wasn't dominant, and so his senses weren't attuned to challenges. "I didn't… I didn't realize there had been a challenge."

"Something is going on here Malfoy, and I'm going to figure it out."

Snape appeared at that moment, saving Draco from having to come up with an answer. "Boys." There was an unmistakable sneer aimed at Harry and it made Draco feel like himself, enough to smirk.

The three of them moved into Dumbledore's office with Snape preemptively sitting between them. "Now boys, there are certain things that are beyond even my control, and the development of Veelas is one of them. I'm aware it is your instinct to fight but I'm asking if you-"

"I offered a truce!" Everyone in the room looked a little startled at the outburst, even Draco.

"What was that?"

"I offered Potter a truce, he turned it down."

"Is this true Harry?"

"Sir, with all due respect, it's obviously a trick. Malfoy would never stick to it."

"My word is my honor Potter. Anyone from a family with any class would know that."

"Because you've proven you're not a lying snake time and time again, right?"

They were glaring at each other over Snape, and Draco sneered, some of his father's training coming back to him. He shifted his body to better face Harry and showed his teeth. Instantly Harry growled back and Draco held his ground tentatively, sure that Snape would stop something before it happened.

"Ah yes gentlemen. These outbursts are what I would like to avoid. Mr. Malfoy, did you really intend this truce?"

He was tempted to say no, but he reminded himself his defiance now was an act. He nodded and looked at Harry. "You may not trust it but I swear I will stand by a truce, what I said earlier I meant."

Harry eyed him, "What are the terms."

Giving too much up would be suspicious but he wanted to make the deal sweet enough that Harry would take it. "Any Veelas are yours, I'll stay out of your way and vice versa."

"It is a generous offer Harry. I cannot force you to take it, but I would like it if you did."

"Fine. It's a deal."

"Very good, very good! I wish I could give you boys house points for being so cooperative, however that would fall under attempting to influence Veelas which is of course, not allowed. But still boys, very good!"

Both boys stood up but Draco stayed back, letting Harry leave first. At least he had gotten his truce, that should give him a little leeway. Harry was waiting when he stepped out the door, "One wrong step Malfoy and you'll pay for it."

He nodded and watched Harry walk away, the aggressiveness leaving an annoying tingling in his stomach. He knew instantly he wanted Harry, his Veela was surrounded by the dominant scent and it wanted him. Wanted to at least investigate him. He couldn't and part of him resented that.

He shook it off and headed to the Slytherin dorms, he needed a break and his fellow snakes would do the trick. He spent the rest of the way trying to figure out how to explain away the truce.