Harry and his friends had just entered the Great Hall for the opening feast of their sixth year when their path was suddenly blocked by Malfoy and his cronies. It seemed the hero's schoolyard rival had something important to discuss with Gryffindor's golden boy.
"Hi, Harry," he greeted cheerfully, oblivious to the Slytherin scowls around them. "I went through my creature inheritance over the summer. It turns out that I'm a veela, and that you're my mate. Shall we go get freaky with each other to cement our bond and then live the rest of our lives madly in love with one another?"
The Gryffindors around Harry bore their teeth disdainfully at the snakes before them. A certain ginger who stood at Harry's right hand in particular snarled viciously. Harry, as oblivious to his own friends' hate as the self declared Veela had been to his own, returned the blindingly buoyant grin. "Hi, Draco. I'm glad to hear you had an interesting summer. I would love to go have sex with you and then love and devote myself to you forever, even though I've hated you since we first started Hogwarts until right now."
Draco stepped closer and offered his arm to his soon-to-be-mated-mate. "Shall we?" he invited.
"We shall," Harry accepted, hooking his own arm through the blonde's and wandering with him out of the hall. "You know, I always thought something like this would happen," he commented lightly just before the huge doors closed behind them.
In the hall they'd just vacated, the Slytherins and Gryffindors continued to sneer and snarl at one another as the school watched on.
At the head table, an ancient man with annoyingly sparkling eyes wiped a tear away as he beamed at his students. "There's nothing more powerful than love," he sighed to himself loudly enough for the entire hall to hear.
Meanwhile, a sallow man crossed his arms and sneered at everything before him, silently asking himself exactly what was wrong with the world and all the people in it.