Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. The characters, settings etc all belong to JK Rowling.

A/N: I'm using the veela theme here, I know it's kind of common and if I have used a storyline that belongs to someone else, it is purely by accident. Except the veela theme, that is.

Also, this is a slash fic, Harry and Draco slash. If you don't like, don't read. Thanks. To everyone else out there... read and review!! Thanks.

Title: Smells Like A Teen Spirit

Summary: Draco's a rare blood- half veela, half elf. And Harry's his mate. Now all Draco has to do is seduce Harry. Right? Well... It's not that simple after all, as Draco soon finds out. Read & Review!!

A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers out there!! You guys make me want to write write and write... haha... whoohoo!! I'll update as soon as I can for the next chapter!! At this point, I'm still unsure about how the story's going to turn out, but I've got a few ideas. Continue reviewing!! Thanks loads. You guys make my day. )

Chapter Two: Live and Learn

Draco yawned. He'd been in the Malfoy library for the past six hours, at the very least, researching elfin veela. He looked at his watch. 11pm. Only an hour to go to till he received his Inheritance. He sighed. There was still so much he didn't know about elfin veela. About myself, he realized. He closed his eyes. It still seemed so surreal. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Yet he knew it was true. His parents would never lie about such an important thing anyway. He sighed again. And the only reason they had kept it a secret all this while was probably to uphold the Malfoy name. And to protect me, he realized, a warm feeling of gratitude flowing through his chest. When the rest of the magical world found that Draco Malfoy was the last remaining elfin veela, the press would never leave him alone. But his parents had promised to do everything in their power to protect him from the press. And by keeping his elfin veela heritage secret, they'd ensured that he had lived safely until he received his Inheritance and was strong enough to defend himself. The world viewed the Malfoys as cruel, evil people, but Draco knew that the family was one of the most united there was. The cold front was for Voldemort's benefit; to prove that they were indeed on his side. Draco steamed. He really hated old Voldie.

He stifled another yawn, looking down at Elfin Veela: A Study by Albus Dumbledore to keep himself awake. This was by far the most comprehensive book on his kind that he could find, and the Malfoy library was arguably the largest and most extensive there was. He sighed. Trust Dumbledore to be one of the few people to know all about elfin veela. Draco wouldn't be surprised of the Headmaster knew about him being the last elfin veela already. That guy had a way of knowing things. Draco flipped open the cover and started reading.

Elfin Veela are extremely rare and magical beings. Long renowned for their beauty, grace and agility, these magical beings also possess unlimited amounts of magical energy. They are thus considered the most powerful kind of magical being in the magical world. They harness their energy in the form of solar energy, and have reserves in their body that ensures that they do not run out of energy at any one time. No one has ever succeeded in destroying elfin veela in the course of history. It seems that even locking them up in dungeons for years did not deplete their energy; these beings are believed to have alternative forms of harnessing energy during emergency situations, which up till today remain a mystery. Other more conventional methods like poisons, potions, curses or even simple muggle duels have proven to be but futile attempts in trying to destroy these mystical beings. They are able to flush out poisonous substances from their bodies and possess immense physical strength, coupled with the honed senses of elves. However, alcohol has proved to be detrimental to these beings. Excessive consumption of alcohol weakens their senses considerably and appeal to their Veela side, making them highly vulnerable. For this reason, elfin veela have been known to steer clear away from alcohol. They have survived partially also for this reason.....................

Draco yawned again and rubbed his eyes. He felt exhausted. This whole Inheritance thing was so complicated. He didn't even know what to expect during his Inheritance. He hoped it wouldn't be physically painful or anything. God, this sucks. He closed his eyes, laying his head down to rest on his arms that were folded on his desk. He was snoring gently in a matter of seconds.

Draco looked around him. He knew he was dreaming, but it felt so real. He was back at Hogwarts, except he was walking in a corridor that he'd never seen before. His subconscious seemed to be leading him on, though he really had no idea where he was going. He passed a row of empty classroom before stopping at the very last one. Cautiously, he opened the door. It was completely dark inside. He took out his wand. 'Lumos,' he whispered. A dim light shone, barely enough for him to make out the plush chair that sat in the middle of the very empty classroom. He frowned, his legs carrying him to the chair. He sat on it and extinguished the light on his wand, waiting. He wasn't sure for what, but he sat and waited patiently. His skin was tingling with anticipation and his senses were alert. He smiled to himself. Whatever this was, he had an idea it was going to be good...

Exactly seventeen minutes later, he heard someone else enter the classroom. He scowled in the pitch darkness. If only there was a light... he was about to cast a spell when he froze.

"It's midnight, what am I doing here?" Draco held his breath. He still couldn't see whoever it was, but he was sure that mystery person didn't know that they were not alone either. This was not what he was expecting. He tensed, keeping absolutely quiet.

Just then, he felt something brush his face. Draco yelped.

"Who's there?" the voice asked, louder this time. It was definitely a male voice. In fact, it sounded strangely familiar. Draco strained his thoughts, but he just couldn't place it. He forgot about identifying it, however, when the mysterious visitor brushed against his face again, caressing his cheek. The action caught Draco by surprise; it felt surprisingly good. He gasped softly.

He heard a sharp intake of breath in response. The slight noise caused him to blush for some reason. Then, the hand reached out again, bolder this time. It caressed his cheek, but this time, it moved on to trace his lips ever so softly. He suddenly grinned and flicked his tongue out, licking the fingers. His visitor gasped, then let out a soft laugh. Draco was mesmerized. The sound of that laughter... it felt so good, like breathing in a gulp of fresh air. He smiled as the fingers moved lower to trace his jawline, then his neck. He suddenly felt warmer, and he knew that his mystery visitor had moved closer. He reached out his arms tentatively and felt the soft fabric of a cloak. He fingered it, then froze for the second time. The air around his lips felt very warm, all of a sudden. He gulped. His mystery visitor was very close.

He wasn't fully prepared for what happened next. The pair of lips that met his own was too soft to be real. He felt something brush against his lips, creating a wonderful feeling that he'd never felt before, not during any of his countless previous snogging sessions with various people. This was entirely new. It was so wrong, yet so right. His visitor couldn't seem to control himself, yet seemed hesitant at Draco's reaction- or lack thereof, rather. Draco remained frozen as the visitor sucked slowly on his lower lip, then abruptly stopped and blew warm air onto Draco's mouth. Draco moaned softly. This was the best kiss ever. He started to move his mouth over his visitor's, then gasped when he felt a slight nibble on his upper lip. A smooth, velvety tongue slid into his mouth, and he lost control. All he could think about were the hot tongue in his mouth and the things it was doing to him... then he felt the warmest sensation flood through his body as a hand ran through his hair. He moaned again. Gaining confidence, he slid his tongue beside his visitor's, savouring the feel of the warmness in his mouth. His visitor tasted of mint and chocolate. He smiled, reaching out to caress his visitor's face. He slowly broke the kiss. "Who are you?" he whispered.

"I could ask the same of you," came the breathless reply, tinged with amusement. He laughed softly. He was about to reach for his wand and cast a spell so that he could see who his surprise visitor was, when the classroom began to dissolve around him. He watched helplessly as the mystery visitor slowy disappeared. When he was completely alone, he opened his eyes, his heart beating wildly.

He sat up and looked around him at his bedroom in the Malfoy Manor. It was all a dream. He groaned in frustration, looking at his bedside clock. It was exactly seventeen minutes past midnight. Great. He'd apparently received his Inheritance in the form of a dream. He looked down at himself. He had a rather big problem to take care of, too. Oh fuck it. Great way to celebrate his Inheritance. Then he frowned. Maybe his visitor had left him something after all. A slim silver chain hung around his neck. He slowly unclasped it, his fingers trembling. There was a pendant hanging from it. He had to narrow his eyes to make out its delicate features. He gasped when he figured it out. It was a small, intricately- carved creature with wings. He recognized it from Elfin Veela: A Study by Albus Dumbledore. An intricately- carved elfin veela.

In another side of the country, at number four, Pivet Drive, Harry Potter lay gasping on his bed. He'd just had the weirdest dream. He was having the best snog of his life when a silver necklace had suddenly appeared in his pocket. And he'd put it around the neck of the guy he was kissing- some unknown guy. He shook his head. He'd known he was gay, but he'd never kissed a guy- or girl- like that before. And that necklace? It didn't make any sense. He shook his head. The wizarding world never made any sense. Then he sighed. Too bad the dream had to stop like that. He had a certain problem to take care of...

A/N: There, that's done. Took me a while to get that done, I hope it's... well... interesting enough. Haha... review yeah!