This is my own attempt at a Veela story. I figured it was a good topic, and a person can always find a new spin on it. It is rated PG at the moment, for a little swearing. It'll go up as the slash appears. And as to be expected, it is HPDM slash. I don't write anything else, anyway. And yes, I don't own Harry Potter or anything else affiliated with Harry Potter. Yeah, like anyone thought I did. Well, on with the story. . .

Spirit of the Veela

Two: Charm Activated

By: Roslyn Drycof

Harry woke up the next morning feeling drained, more than he should've been even for only getting half a night's sleep. The burning sensation, which had plagued him like hell around all those people the day before, was stronger than before. It was getting to be quite a nuisance.

Rolling out of his warm bed, he staggered over to his trunk and pulled out an outfit which he thought would do fine for the day. It was yet another muggle-like outfit, although the pants were certainly not muggle, being made of dragonhide leather. The shirt was of black silk, sliding across his skin in a pleasant manner.

He looked in the mirror and grimaced at how the blackness of his outfit accentuated the luminescent quality of his skin. What had Madame Malkin been thinking when she'd give these to him? She's never given him clothes like this in the past!

Sighing, he shrunk his trunk and placed it in his pants' pocket, although it was a tight fit. But he had no other pockets, this outfit being merely for show and having no real use. Seriously. . .was Madame Malkin on something? Maybe she'd eaten too many poppy seeds for breakfast. Madame Sprout, the Herbology teacher at Hogwarts, was known to do that, especially when she had to teach a Slytherin/Gryffindor class that day.

He exited the Leaky Cauldron, wincing as the burning sensation intensified as he entered the crowds of people. It took him longer than it should have for him to hail a cab and make his way to the train station. When he finally arrived there, he saw that he had only ten minutes till the Hogwart's Express left.

Luckily, he managed to get through the barrier and enter the crowd of wizards and witches milling around on the platform. He was able to spot Ron quite easily, there not being too many redheads over six feet in the immediate vicinity. Okay, make that anywhere, unless you had the Weasleys together in a group. Then you had some trouble making out who was who from a distance.

"Oy! Harry!" Ron called out, seeing his friend walking towards them.

And then the redhead froze, staring at Harry as if he were some stranger. Harry winced at this, knowing his friend wasn't the only one staring in shock.

"Hi, Ron."

Suddenly, Ron shook his head and exclaimed, "Wow, mate. You've changed over the summer."

Harry grinned, an embarrassed flush on his features. "Heh. . ."

"Harry!" a feminine voice squealed, and a petite brunette flung herself into his arms.

He immediately wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him. "Hey, Hermione. Have a good summer?"

She stepped back from him, tilting her head to look him in the eyes and smiled. "Oh yes. But sheesh, you've grown almost as tall as Ron! When did this happen?"

Harry didn't exactly feel like telling her the complete truth and just replied, "Oh you know, this summer."

She smacked him on the arm, glaring at him. "Don't get smart with me, Harold James Potter."

"Ugh! You know I hate that name!" He pretended to gag, scrunching up his face.

A whistle sounded, causing all the students left on the platform to scramble onto the train. None of them wanted to miss the train, no one more than Harry and Ron, who remembered what had happened to them back in second year. Even though that had been the barrier being shut by Dobby, they were still wary of missing the train.

Hermione dragged them to the compartment she'd saved when she'd arrived at the train station early, and the two boys sad down with relief shining on their faces. Phew! They were safe. Now just as long as no Dementors popped up, the train ride to Hogwarts would be completely normal.

"So, Harry, why didn't you come to the Burrow this summer?" Ron asked a few minutes after the train started moving.

Er. . .he didn't really want to answer that question. How could he tell them something they wouldn't get suspicious at without cluing them into the fact that something weird was going on with him?

"Oh look, the Golden Trio gossiping together as always," a familiar, arrogant voice intruded on them.

Harry had never thought to be able to say, "Saved by the ferret!" But he was, although he didn't actually say that out loud. Everyone would think he was crazy, and Malfy would get angry for being called a ferret.

"Go away, Malfoy," Hermione told the blond-haired boy, glaring at him.

Malfoy stood in the doorway to the compartment, for once not flanked by his two goons. But that probably had something to do with the fact that they'd been transferred to Durmstrang the year before. Instead, Blaise Zabini stood at his side, the caramel-haired boy leaning awfully close to the silver-eyed Slytherin.

"Maybe I don't feel like it, Granger," Malfoy replied, raising a slender eyebrow in her direction. But his gaze wasn't on her, it was on the emerald-eyed boy sitting across from her.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, remembering their encounter the day before in Madame Malkin's shop.

The other boy was about to respond, when his brows snapped together and he turned to glare at Blaise. "Zabini, stop it! I've told you not to touch me!"

Zabini muttered a quick apology, although he looked anything but sorry. There was a strange gleam in his brown eyes and he licked his lips.

Draco growled at him, and was frustrated to see that it did nothing. But then Potter let out a snort of laughter, and Zabini's attention swung to the raven-haired boy. The lustful look in Blaise's eyes didn't disappear, instead getting hungrier. Oh hell. . .

Harry's eyes widened as he saw Zabini turn his attention from Malfoy to him. The shorter boy had a weird look in his eyes and it creeped the hell out of him. And when he happened to look at Malfoy, he saw an almost panicky look on his face. What the hell was going on?

Ron had been watching this scene with a distinctly uneasy feeling growing in his gut. "Uh, Malfoy? What the fuck is going on with Zabini?!"

His words ended in a shout, and Malfoy turned to glare at him. "He's entranced."

"What?! You put a spell on him to make him entranced by Harry?!"

Malfoy's glare got even worse. "No, you fool! If you had eyes, you'd notice he's entranced with me, too. Why would I make someone entranced with me and Potter?"

"Because you're a sick, twisted bastard!"

By this time, Blaise had managed to make his way into the compartment and was steadily advancing towards Harry. Harry wasn't too happy about it and was trying to scoot away as far away as he could. This which was futile, since Zabini kept getting closer.

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled, as Zabini reached out a hand towards him.

Now, Harry had never asked for Malfoy's help before, and so the blond was stunned. But considering the situation, it wasn't so strange. But hell, why couldn't Zabini control himself better?

"Zabini!" Draco shouted at the entranced boy. Blaise didn't react to his voice at all, except to glance back lustfully at him before turning back to Potter.

The burning sensation, which now never left Harry, got stronger as he felt actual fear towards Zabini grow in him. It caused him to lose his breath and he was frozen in place.

Draco, seeing this, cursed silently. Potter was deprived of energy, and it was causing his charm to break loose. If the idiot didn't calm down, there'd be some serious trouble ahead! And even as he thought this, Draco felt a similar burning feeling taking over his chest. Damn!

"Potter, stop it! Get ahold of yourself or you're going to get us in some serious shit!" he ordered the frozen Gryffindor, who'd started to glow a bit.

Potter didn't move. And Zabini managed to press a hand to his shoulder. The emerald-eyed teen gasped, feeling the burning increase and spread until it felt like his skin was on fire.

"Malfoy, what's going on?!" Hermione yelled at Draco, her eyes stuck staring at the scene in front of her. What was wrong with Harry and why was Zabini acting like this?

Draco had felt an answering surge in the burning he was feeling and had to close his eyes before he could answer the girl. Even then, it was hard to talk. "Veelas. Me. Potter. Charm. . .activated."

She gasped, a hand going to her mouth in stunned surprise. How was this even possible? And. . .oh my! If they didn't get Harry calmed down, the entire train would-

The sound of dozens of footsteps running down the corridor caused Malfoy to jump into the compartment and shut the door, a panicked look on his face. Almost instantly, there was a great shudder against the compartment door, causing the blond to jerk back. He stayed pressed against the door, though.

After the next shudder of the flimsy door, Draco cast a quick glance towards Potter and Zabini and cursed. If he didn't get to Potter soon, he was going to be violated by the entranced Blaise. Blaise had already unbuttoned Potter's shirt and was running hands across the alabaster skin of his chest.

"Weasley, Granger, hold the door!"

Both of them obeyed instantly, Ron obviously in a dazed shock and Hermione knowing what the silver-eyed boy had to do. As soon as they braced themselves against the door, Draco let go and crossed the compartment.

Potter was glowing even brighter by now and his eyes were like jade fire. Not a good sign. He was already consumed by the need for energy. Fighting against his own need, Draco pulled Zabini away from him, knocking him against the wall to the compartment. It stunned him, but Draco knew it was only temporary.

Draco straddled the inert Gryffindor, gripping his shoulders and staring intently into his emerald eyes. "Potter, you've got to work with me. If you don't, something's going to happen that will be very, very bad. Do you understand?"

Harry heard the words as through a daze and nodded. Or at least he thought he nodded. He couldn't really be sure, the fire burning inside him being so overwhelming. But he didn't want anything bad to happen, and he strangely trusted Malfoy to help him.

Malfoy lifted burning hands to press against the bare skin of his chest and suddenly Harry felt his mind clear a bit. He blinked his eyes, more aware of the situation.

"Potter, you have to do the same to me."

Harry frowned, but did as he was told. He clumsily lifted his hands and unbuttoned Malfoy's silk shirt, slipping his hands inside to press against the Slytherin's bare skin. A feeling of clarity instantly filled him and he stared at the blond. "What's happening?"

Draco sighed in relief. It was good that the other boy was speaking, even if his voice was a bit shaky and breathy. "Your charm got control of you and needed to feed. In fact, you still do."

"Huh? I don't understand. Charm? What charm?" His eyes clouded with confusion.

Suddenly, a hand gripped Draco's hair and yanked his head back. Blaise stood there, a predatory look on his face. "Mine."

Draco felt his own charm surge at the sound of Zabini's voice. And being a new Veela, he couldn't control it. He let out a half-shriek, digging his fingers into the muscles of Potter's chest.

A moan of pain was ripped from Harry's throat as he felt Malfoy's nails rip into his skin, but then it turned into a moan of pleasure. The burning sensation was back, stronger than ever. And it wanted to be satisfied, however strange Harry's subconcious thought that was.

"Harry, Malfoy, the door won't hold!" Hermione's voice intruded on the haze that covered his mind.

Harry blinked at her, confused as to why she and Ron were pressing against the door as if to keep something out. And why was the door shuddering like that? What was trying to get in?

Blaise blocked his gaze, an angry look on his face. "Mine!"

Draco shook his head, which was still in his housemate's grip, "Not. Yours."

"MINE!"

Harry was fascinated by the way Malfoy's skin had started to glow, his eyes brightening until they looked like liquid mercury. Almost as if in a daze, he looked up at Zabini and murmured, "Not. Yours."

Blaise let out a shriek at being denied by both of the beautiful creatures. They were his!

Suddenly, the door crashed open and three figures strode into the compartment. The hallway was empty now, all the students back in their own compartments, albeit a little forcefully. It had taken the combined powers of Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape to get them back to where they were supposed to be.

It was these three who entered the compartment where Harry and Draco were having a problem with their charm. They had their wands out and ready, when Blaise happened to jerk Draco's head again and reach out a hand to press against Harry's neck forcefully.

Professor Snape was outraged at the behavior of one of his own house and ripped him away from the two other boys. He put Zabini in a body bind, appalled at the lack of control he saw in his eyes. He was ashamed that a Slytherin was so weak.

"Draco, Harry, can you hear me?" Albus Dumbledore asked softly, walking towards the two boys.

Their eyes were glazed over and seemed to have trouble focusing on reality. He sighed and waved his wand in a complex pattern in front of them. Almost immediately, their skin went back to normal and they blinked. They were back to normal, the charm gone for the moment.

"Boys, do you know what just happened?"

Draco was the one to answer, since Potter obviously had no idea. "Zabini lost control and caused Potter's charm to activate completely. Mine activated as a result and chaos erupted."

The Headmaster nodded his head, a contemplative look on his wizened features. "Yes, it is as I suspected. Come, I must speak with you both in my compartment."

Harry, still in the dark about what had happened, followed Dumbledore meekly. Draco was a bit more reluctant, knowing Potter was going to fly off handle when he heard what the old man had to say. The Boy Who Lived was going to be in for a big surprise. . .

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