Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter :) Harry doesn't belong to me. Written for fun and not profit. May contain swearing. I forgot to mention that there may be some Mpreg later in the story, I'll warn you first, so if you wish to skip a particular scene, you can.

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Chapter two: Outburst.

'Ronald, breathe!' Hermione cried, as she smacked the red-head harshly on the back. 'You look like you're about to explode!'

'Harry, I think you've killed him this time.' Seamus said solemnly.

Harry smirked. 'Ron, hello?'

Ron seemed to snap out of it when he heard Harry's voice.

'What. The. Fuck. Was. That?' He growled.

'Yeah, me and Malfoy are friends. We're starting fresh.'

'AFTER EVERYTHING...!'

'Ron, shut up for a minute. Yes, he's been a prat to us, yes, he can be a complete asshole but you'll understand why soon.'

'I don't give a shit about what that Ferret has to say.'

'Then you're worse than he's ever been. Sorry mate, but I'm trying to tell you that he's going to apologize and explain himself and all you can do is swear at me. Ron you're 18 years old, not 12.'

There was a collective 'Oooooh' coming from the surrounding eve-stroppers.

'I agree with Harry, if he can forgive Malfoy, then we all can. He had it the worst.'

Harry's head snapped around. 'Thanks Neville.' He said meekly. Of all his friends to agree and listen, it was Neville.

'Shut up, Longbottom. This has nothing to do with you.' Ron snapped.

'It kinda does. Neville's my friend, and he's being more of a friend then what you are right now.'

'Now, Harry, I'm sure you can understand why Ron's angry.' Hermione started.

'Yes of course I can, but this is my choice. I didn't ask any of you to befriend him did I? I asked for you to give him a chance to explain.'

'But...'

'My choice 'Mione. I'm fed up of everyone dictating my life to me. I'm going to be friends with Draco, whether you like it or not.'

'Okay fine.' She replied.

'Eh what?'

'I said fine, you're right. It's your choice, if you want to be friends with him then I'm not going to stop you. Everyone deserves another chance I suppose, and I'm willing to do that if he apologizes to me personally.'

'He will, 'Mione. I think he just needs some time to sort the words out.'

'Are you two listening to yourselves? He's a Slytherin for Merlin's sake!' Ron hissed.

'So? Andy was in Slytherin. Teddy's Gran. She's alright.'

'And? It's Malfoy for goodness sake! The Slytherin incarnate.'

'Not every single bad person was in Slytherin. Look at Pettigrew! He was a Gryffindor. Half of the Slytherins stayed neutral, or they were forced into things they didn't want to do. Stop being so bloody pig-headed Ron. You never listen. I bet the rest of your family wouldn't have a problem with it.'

'He's going to use you.'

'No he won't, but if by chance he does, then I'll deal with it when I need to. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and I think you should do the same.'

'Fine. I won't beat him up, but don't expect me to be all buddy-buddy with him.'

'I never asked you to.'

Draco was having a similar reaction at his own table. Maybe it was worse, but thankfully no wands had been drawn yet.

'What do you think you're doing?' Zabini hissed. 'Befriending Potter is NOT the way to gain the respect of your housemates again, he's the reason their Fathers are dead or in Prison, not that they don't deserve it of course.'

'They hate me, Blaise. At least Potter can offer me some sort of protection. Plus, it'll do my family name some good. Not that I'm using him, he really seems okay.'

'Not when we're in bed, he can't protect you then!'

'And it's Voldemorts fault their families are dead. Potter didn't make them join a psychopath. And I'll figure that out later.'

'Yes, but they won't see it like that.'

'Their problem then.'

Blaise sighed. He was Draco's best friend, and he would never turn his back on the blonde, but sometimes he did doubt the Malfoy heir's sanity.

'Draco darling, what was that show all about?' Pansy asked in a false, simpering voice. A voice that grated on Draco to the point where he could just punch her in the face and then laugh like a mad-man, but be happy about it.

'Not a show Pansy, Potter's my friend.'

'No, he's not. Don't be so silly.'

'Yes Pansy he is. Deal with it.'

'Then what do you think you're doing betraying your Father like that? Betraying me? Betraying the house of Slytherin!' She hissed. Her Father had been a Death Eater, but her Mother had been fairly neutral. He was dead and her Mother was paying the price and it will all Potter's fault.

'There will be NO Slytherin house if this keeps going on. We are being hexed left, right and centre.'

'Potter isn't that bad anyway. He did save our lives didn't he? I have no problem with him. He's endearing for a Gryffindor.' Daphne Greengrass contributed. She was a pretty blonde Slytherin girl who had been entranced by Draco for a few years. She had always been jealous of Pansy, because of her relationship with Draco.

The Slytherin looked shocked. 'Thanks Daphne.'

'S'alright Draco.' She beamed.

'You're only saying that as you want to get in his pants!' Pansy sneered.

'Pansy, that's enough.' Draco said. He had an air of authority around him and the Parkinson girl actually stumbled on the words that were forming in her mouth.

'Potter saved me and my sister personally Pansy. She was about to be eaten alive by that Greyback, but he stopped him. We owe him our lives, as he was so fucking willing to give up his own for us. So get over your damn blood-purity propaganda and get a life. Voldemort is dead and he's never coming back.'

Most of Slytherin were shocked by Daphne's outburst. She was normally a quiet, studious girl who always had her pretty nose in a book.

'How DARE you talk to me like that!' Pansy shouted, drawing the attention of the other tables. She took her wand out and pointed in directly in Daphne's face.

'You're nothing but a filthy blood traitor.'

She was unsuspecting when she was hit in the back with a Stupefy. She fell onto the floor completely undignified.

'No one touches my Sister.' Astoria growled as she placed her wand back inside her pocket. She smoothed down her robes and went to sit near the older Greengrass girl.

'Thanks, Sis.' Daphne said with a smile. Astoria was known for her bad temper, and the un-Slytherin trait of not being able to keep it.

Goyle had only just been able to keep up with what was happening. He watched the scene unfold with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. He hastily scooped Pansy up and proceeded to take her to the Hospital Wing, shooting Draco and the others a death glare as he went.

'Anyone care to tell me what's happened?' Snape asked as he slowly approached the table. Most of the other Professors left him to deal with the Slytherins, unless they were in a fight with another house.

'Pansy was going to hurt Daphne, so Astoria knocked her out.' Draco said simply.

'Ah, how unladylike Miss Greengrass.' He smirked. He had no time for Miss Parkinson. She was a spoiled, stupid little brat who was one better off having no brain cells.

'Sorry Professor.' Astoria replied meekly. She grinned at the Potions Master, and much to her surprise he grinned back. Well, he grinned as much as he could. This was Snape after all.

'That's 10 points from Slytherin for misconduct at the table, Miss Greengrass and it will be 20 points from Miss Parkinson for starting this ruckus in the first place.'

The other Slytherin students groaned at that, it was only the second bloody day!

'Maybe this will teach you all to have some etiquette at the dinner table hmmm? I suppose I should go check on Miss Parkinson.' He said gruffly as he walked away, his robes billowing impressively behind him. 'Oh yes, Miss Greengrass, five points for excellent spellcasting.'

'Well that wasn't too bad!' Theo Nott said cheerfully. 'Hey Draco, it's only Pansy and Goyle who are opposed to your new friendship, well, I think it's only them anyway.' He looked around at the other Slytherins, as if he was daring them to speak against him. He was a nice guy, a bit of a sheep, but generally friendly and Draco found he had a lot of time for the boy. It was his Father who people were scared of. One of Voldemort's most loyal worshippers, he had done some unspeakable things, and everyone seemed to think that Theo would become his Father, just because they were the spitting image of each other.

They couldn't be more wrong if they tried. Theo just wanted a quiet life, with a wife and kids, in a big house in a secluded town someplace, where he could brew his Potions and support his family. That was all he wanted.

'It appears so. I thought it would be a bigger issue.' Draco admitted.

'Nah, some of the seventh years don't like you, and maybe a handful of sixths, but the rest are too young to care about what happened.'

'Oh right.'

'But that's only 'cuz their Dads were assholes and Lucius was viewed as a traitor. So it's nothing personal, but you're much more skilled and powerful than them. So don't worry about it. Goyle's been kicked out of our dorm so it's just you, me and Blaise. And I'm sure Daphne, Tracey and Millie will sort Parkinson out.'

'Yep.' Daphne chirped happily. Tracey looked jubilant that she could finally make Pansy's life hell, but Millicent looked torn.

'I've got an awesome curse I can put in her bed. She won't know what hit her. ' Tracey snickered. That will get the bitch back for all the times she hurt me, the dark haired girl thought. This was just the beginning and with Draco, Blaise, Theo and maybe even Potter on her side, Pansy fucking Parkinson wouldn't stand a chance.

'I don't know... She just needs time to come round.' Millicent said quietly. Pansy was nice to her, most of the time. Well, actually hardly ever.

'Millie, she has always been vile to you! Just because she once helped you get ready for a party, doesn't mean the cow is your friend.'

Despite Millicent's strong jaw and frame, she was a timid girl with a big front. She came across as harsh, blunt and rude, but along with some of the other Slytherins, it was all fake. She craved attention and the only friends she had was the girls she shared a dorm with, plus Draco, Theo and sometimes Blaise.

'Fine.' She relented. 'I know of something that I can 'accidently' put in her morning juice.'

Draco and Daphne chuckled and beamed at the Slytherin girl. Tracey shot her an approving look and Theo raised his eyebrows. Blaise had stopped paying attention when Theo began talking 20 minutes ago.

And that was that. Draco's Slytherin friends had accepted Harry already, and they hadn't even met the boy properly yet.

'So when are we going to meet him properly then?' Daphne asked, as if reading Draco's mind. He jumped slightly and she raised her eyebrows at him.

'Tomorrow. We both have a free period after Potions, if we're allowed back in that is.'

Blaise sneered. 'As if Snape would risk losing his star pupir, Oh wait! I didn't throw a hissy fit.'

Draco rolled his eyes at his friends guffaws. 'You sound like a Buffoon, Zabini. Have some class.'

'Deal with the fact I'm funnier than you. Always have been and always will be.' Blaise replied as he discreetly wiped a bit of drool on his chin. Maybe Draco had a point. A small point, but one nonetheless.

'Potter? What are you doing here?'

'Malfoy? Hey.' Harry replied. The Gryffindor was currently sat at the window in the Astronomy Tower. It's where he came to be alone, when things got too much or too noisy in the Common Room.

'Hey. Answer my question.'

'Why are you here?' Harry shot back accusingly.

'I come here to think, sometimes it gets too much down there.'

Harry was surprised at the blondes honestly. 'Me too.' He replied quietly.

'I can go if you want?' Draco offered. The Raven haired teen obviously wanted to be alone.

'No! I mean, you don't have to. You're not loud and unsophisticated like my friends.' He laughed.

'I suppose you're right. How did it go? Telling the other Lions?' Draco asked hesitantly. He didn't want to hear any bad news. He had only just become Harry's friend, he didn't want to lose him so quickly.

'Not too bad. Ron threw a hissy fit, but that was to be expected. Hermione was a bit skeptic, but Neville excepted it completely, no questions asked. That surprised me.'

'Longbottom?' Draco asked shocked.

'The very same. He's really done some growing up. He's fearless. Going up against an angry Weasley is not the most clever thing a man can do.'

'Yeah right.' Draco said, rubbing his jaw and shuddering. 'I've been at the receiving end of that fist.'

'How did the Slytherins take it?'

'Better than I could of ever hoped. Parkinson and Goyle were the only ones to openly object. I didn't think I had any friends left, other than Blaise, but apparently I do. I've been told to watch out for a few of the 6th and 7th years though.'

'Yeah, I saw you having a barney with that Pansy. That young girl, Astoria is it? She should've been in Gryffindor. She's reckless.'

Malfoy laughed. 'Yeah, don't let her hear you say that. She's a good girl.'

'And pretty good-looking too.' Harry said waggling his eyebrows at his new friend. 'Oh yeah, not your type. I forgot.'

'Indeed, too much chest and no enough balls for me.' Draco replied suggestively. 'She will make someone a beautiful wife, one day though.'

'That she will.'

The two boys drifted off into a comfortable silence. Draco had sat on the floor, with his back leaning up against the wall and Harry was sat just above him, on the window seat, with his legs dangling down by the blondes head.

'So then, Harry. What's your type?'

'Huh?'

'Who'd ya fancy?'

'Oh! Well, erm... No one at the moment. I don't think so anyway.'

'Not with Weaselette? Er, I mean Ginny.'

Harry laughed and he kicked Draco lightly on the shoulder. 'Don't call her that. Nah, I did fancy her but I broke up with her before I left to hunt down old Voldy. But when I got back I didn't feel the same. The spark had gone, don't get me wrong I still love her as a sister, but I would never dream of sleeping with her.'

'What about Cho? She was your girlfriend in 5th year right?'

'Wrong. We kissed and went on one disastrous date.'

'This is gold. Don't tell me the Great Harry Potter is a virgin?'

'Number one, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin at 18, not everyone's a slag. And number two, no. I'm not.'

Draco felt a pang of jealousy. Where on Merlin's green Earth did that come from. I must be sick. Draco thought frantically to himself.

'Draco, are you okay?' Harry asked. He had jumped off the window and was crouched down, looking directly into the blondes face.

'Oh, hello. Yeah, fine. Just shocked, so who had the honor?'

'I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours?'

'Deal.' The Slytherin said. 'You first.'

'Okay, well. I was out in a pub at the beginning of summer, getting wasted. And I ended up going home with some bird called Leeanne, or Anne, or Anna, or Leigh. I can't really remember. I was glamoured to look like someone else though, otherwise she'd be miraculously pregnant with her name all over the papers. The second time was a bit different.'

'How so?'

'Well, I was dating this person for about 3 weeks when I finally slept with him. We were only together a month or so.'

'Who was it? Wait, him? Did you say him? Do you like boys?'

'No, I like men.'

'Oh my goodness. Wow, erm... I won't tell anyone if you don't want me too.'

'I'm coming out to my friends soon. So let's wait until then.'

'Blaise and my Mother are the only ones who know I'm a full-blown gay. Pansy was my first shag and Blaise was my second. I played around with Terry Boot from Ravenclaw too, but we never went all the way. He thought I was Bi, like most people do.'

'Terry? That's my ex-boyfriend.'

'Oh. Sorry. He's Bi now anyway. Got himself a bird. Wait, you were with him over Summer?'

'Yeah. We got together last week in July and broke up about a week before we came back to school. So what? 8 days or something now.'

'Oh.'

'Oh what? You don't seem that surprised.'

'I am, but it doesn't bother me. And I think that Terry was fucking around behind your back.'

'With you, you mean?'

'No! Well, yes. And maybe some other people. He didn't say he was in a Relationship.'

'Figures. Why would anyone want to tell the world about being with me?' Harry said sarcastically, but Draco could detect a hint of hurt in his voice.

'You are nothing to be ashamed of Harry, you're the bravest man I know. Don't let pricks like that get you down. I bet Weasley and Granger would say the same.'

'They'll be repulsed by me.'

'Why?'

'Well, no one likes a Gay-boy sleeping in the same room as them.'

'Where did you get that idea from, being gay is just as normal as liking girls. Half of Hogwarts is gay, or at least Bi. Where did you get that silly notion from?'

'My family. They always said homosexuality was evil and disgusting.'

'Not at all.' Draco said, his voice brimming with anger. 'The only reason I don't want everyone knowing about me is that I want to concentrate on my studies and not be harassed by a flock of men. I'd advise the same for you, if the Prophet gets wind of you batting for the other team that you will be buried alive with your morning mail. You are a handsome, brave, rich and very eligible bachelor after all.'

Harry snorted, but that did make him feel so much better, if he could love who he wanted, but keep his best friends in the process then that was bloody fabulous.

'So why was Lucius so angry with you?' Harry shot out, before he could really think about what he was saying.

Draco froze.

'Oh shit, I'm sorry. Don't answer if you don't want. I was just confused as to why it would bother him so much if being gay was so normal.'

'It's fine Harry, I get your confusion. He was angry at me because HE wanted me to marry a girl of HIS choosing. I wasn't allowed a choice in it. It was going to be either Parkinson or one of the Greengrass girls. They are, were, powerful and influential families. Not to mention rich and insanely beautiful, except for Pansy. She looks like she's been hit repeatedly by the Knight Bus.'

Harry laughed. Draco hit the nail on the head. Pansy really was a weird looking girl.

'Anyway, the Greengrass family remained neutral throughout the war, so they would of been top of the list now, but Lucius is out of the picture so it doesn't matter anymore. He would of refused to marry me into a family like the Goyles or the Crabbes. So I suppose it was never really about me liking men, it was the choice of men he had the problem with. And the fact I wasn't allowed to make up my own mind. He was crazy, he knew a Veela had no choice in who they wanted, he just cared about money and power. If he was in his right mind and actually cared about what I wanted, he could have considered the Nott's or Zabini's at least, but then again if he hadn't of gone mental then he would of let me choose my own spouse, as long as it fit the criteria.'

'Wealthy and Pure-blood, I assume.'

'Correct.'

'Well you learn something new everyday, but one more thing?'

'Yeah?'

'Pure-bloods want one thing right? And that's for a Pure-blood heir to take over from them when they die. So how do two men, or two women have a Pure-blooded Child that becomes their heir.'

'Hmm, yeah. Well you've got three options that I know of.'

'Go on.' Harry said. This was interesting, and it was becoming odder and odder the more they spoke.

(Tiny bit of Mpreg theory mentioned)

'Well, you've got Blood adoption. It's not ideal, but it works. Basically, you make an oath to your Spouse and the Child, saying something along the lines of 'You're my baby, I'll always love you blah blah blah' and you mix your blood with the baby's. The Child then takes on the characteristics of the Blood adopted Mother or Father and it becomes their own. Easy.'

'Easy? It sounds dark to me!'

'You're giving a homeless, orphaned baby a home Harry. What's so evil about that?'

'Kidnap?'

'There's rules Harry, you can't just pick up a Child and blood adopt it down a dark alley. There's paperwork, Healers, Lawyers and Witness' present.'

'Okay okay, what's the other options?'

'Potions. Potions that can give a man a womb, or give a Lady the necessary bodily fluids to conceive 'naturally', or as naturally as it goes anyway.'

'So why doesn't everyone do that? I can't imagine a pregnant man though, it's weird.'

'Only because you grew up with muggles, even Weasley would know this, but anyway. It can be dangerous. Plus it's pricy. Even for a Pure-blood like myself.'

'Snob. What's option three?'

'Now, option three is rare, but it's the most natural way. Sometimes a man or a woman is born with the necessary 'equipment' to bear a child. Not like one of those people who are born with both parts, it's not like that at all. It's complicated, but basically if a man has sex with another man he can become pregnant without the help of a potion, it's the same for gay women. These people are called 'bearers'. They are highly uncommon, sought after and very respected.'

'Oh wow. So what about you? Will your Veela allow you to be with someone you can't have babies with? Say, you were poor and neither you, nor your partner were bearers?'

'I'm a dominant Veela so, I'll be doing the impregnating. I want a family that bad that I'd be willing to carry if I could but in all fairness, a lot of Veela mates, be they human or Veela themselves are bearers. 99 percent of the time a full Veela with mate with another full Veela, but occasionally their mate is Human, so there's not really that many part Veela's in the world. Enough to be recognised though.'

'So being a bearer isn't that rare?'

'Yes it is, especially if you're completely Human. It's just not as rare if you have Veela blood.'

'Oh, that makes sense I suppose. So I hate to bring this up and all, but does that mean that useless wanker expected V-Voldemort to ermm...'

'What?'

'Carry?' Harry whispered.

Draco went pale and Harry felt fucking mortified. Oh dear Merlin, Draco would surely hate him after this. Why, why, why did he have to open his big fat mouth?

'That has got to be the single most heinous, repulsive, funniest thing I've ever heard in my whole damned life.'

'Sorry.'

'Imagine Lord Voldemort, the Darkest Wizard of all time, up the duff with Malfoy Jr's baby. Oh my fucking days Potter.'

'That's pretty vile to be honest, I don't know why I thought it.'

'Because you're you. And you're wierd. He never thought he'd die so he would never of needed an heir. Being pregnant with someone you love, is the most beautiful thing in the world and I would never of tarnished that. I expect I would have only been used as his fuck toy no doubt, so it wouldn't happen anyway.'

'I'm sorry, Dray.'

Dray.. Why did that sound so erotic rolling off Harry's tongue like that?

'Not your fault. Seems like we both had a lot to live up to.'

'Yeah right. So when will this Potion be out of your system?'

'Soon. Snape is brewing me a counter Potion as we speak, so instead of weeks, hopefully it should only be days.'

'And what will happen then?'

'My mate and I will let out a scent, which will draw us together. Hopefully he's here.'

'Why will your mate let out a scent when you do? Wouldn't he already be doing that since you came into your inheritance?'

'Ah very good point Potter. If my mate is seventeen or over, he will be exuding a scent right now. I just can't smell it yet.'

'Ahhh, and if he's sixteen or younger?'

'Then I'll go dormant until he's of age, that way it stops me dying. This Potion would of been the only thing keeping me alive if I was any older and without my true life partner. If I had to spend my life with someone I didn't love, I'd slowly die of a broken heart. But as this Potion keeps my 'urges' at bay, I would have lived longer. Veela's will stop at nothing to get to their mate. That's why I need to find him as soon as I can, I don't want him to be hurt.'

'Aww, Draco. See, you do care!' Harry winked at the blonde and received a half-hearted glare back.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it and I hope there's no errors! Annnnnd I hope I explained myself okay!?