Title: My Evil Veela Mate
Author: Jaeye
Pairing/s: Voldemort/Harry
Warnings:
1) This has slash, and so far, I haven't finished an actual story, so let's hope I finish this one. And it's been sometime since I've read the HP books so I'm a bit rusty in this verse.
2) 1) Okay… hmm. I dunno how to say this, cos I wasn't expecting it in the first place, and I've never written it before… so I'll just come out and say it. There's gonna be femme slash too . Eep! Very mild though, probably.
3) Unbeta-ed. My beta is myself. So every so often, I'll add things, but I'll tell if I do.
Disclaimer: The gang doesn't belong to me. If they did, they'd sue.
A/N:
ATTENTION! I added a little bit to the last part of the previous chapter. Go read it first if you read the original version because this chapter begins where that one left of. Give or take a few hours :P (20/9/06)
And thanks so very much for reviewing, it really motivates!
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Chapter 1: Enthralling Harry
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/Gryffindor Tower, 6th year boys' dormitory/
Motes of dust danced in the early morning sunshine that streamed in through the long windows circling Gryffindor Tower. The faint light gradually grew in intensity, heralding the rising of the sun. By the time dawn had broken, it was bright and warm enough to rouse the person lying on the stone floor.
Harry Potter stirred and moaned, then crawled across the stone floor to find a cooler surface. Finding none, he finally woke enough to stumble into his bed and draw the thick curtains against the light, then promptly went back to sleep.
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"Haaarry!"
"Haaaaarry!"
Ugh. He didn't want to wake up. He felt exhausted. And nice and comfy. Harry turned away from the pestering voice and folded his pillow over his head. There. Nothing would wake him now.
Shing!
The curtains that surrounded the bed were thrown open and the midmorning sun was back with a vengeance. Harry groaned, and flung the pillow in Ron's general direction. Flump!
"Ha-!"
He kept his eyes shut and waited for Ron to continue. Rry. Harry. His brain completed the name in his mind, as he prepared himself to be woken up by Ron shaking him.
But when a whole minute passed and nothing happened, Harry began to fall asleep. Maybe Ron had left. It was Saturday after all. Ron would never wake up earlier than twelve on a Saturday. Ron would never… what was that? Eh? There seemed to be an ant walking along his arm. He jerked to remove the insect. There. It was gone. He settled down to sleep again.
Just as he was dozing off… sssh… ssshh… sssshh… There were cold patches on the side of his head! He turned his head roughly to cuddle into the sheets, and smashed his head into something hard and yielding.
"ARGH!" Ron fell back onto the floor with a thud. Harry leaned over the edge of the bed and stared at him as he cursed. "Bloody hell, Harry!" He rubbed his nose then sneezed. "Hat-choo!"
"…Ron… were you smelling my hair?" Harry could think of no other explanation. Ron turned bright pink, which helped to camouflage his sore red nose.
"Hat-choo!" Ron sniffled. "Me? Smelling your hair?" He got up and sat down on his own bed. "Never! I was blowing away a mosquito near your head." He tossed Harry's pillow back at him.
Harry caught the pillow and opened his mouth to say something, when Ron interrupted hurriedly.
"Get changed, Harry, its Saturday. We were supposed to go to Hogsmeade today remember? You woke up so late; Hermione and Ginny have left already. Honestly. It's past eleven!"
Harry glanced at his clock and felt shocked. Eleven? He usually woke at eight thirty! Even on Saturdays. Oh well. He pulled his pajama top over his head and bent down to find a clean T-shirt and a pair of jeans to wear in his trunk.
Ron gulped as he watched Harry change. There was something odd about Harry today. He'd charged into the dorms to wake his best friend up, only to stop short at his bed to stare dazedly down at him.
/Flashback/
In the clear morning light, Harry looked… appealing. The trim lines of his body were graceful underneath the thin material of his pajamas. His limbs draped naturally, curled as he was on his side. Ron's eyes were attracted to the line of his spine, following its gentle arc as it swept down Harry's back. His hips curved slightly out, too slight a curve for it to seem girlish, yet it drew attention to his tight bu… Ron flicked his eyes away, feeling a little nervous about where his thoughts were going.
He reached out a hand to start shaking Harry awake, but… Harry's skin was smooth. It was light gold and soft. He drew a fingertip down his best friend's arm, and then watched when he shivered at the feathery touch. Entrancing. Ron stood and gazed as Harry breathed in and out, in and out, in and out. Then, without thinking about it, he bent over him and nuzzled his hair, breathing in Harry's unique scent. It was spicy. Ron wasn't good at describing scents, but he was sure, Harry never smelt as great as this, ever. He took another sniff. He wouldn't mind if Harry never took a bath again. Sniff. This scent should be bottled.
He was just debating whether Harry would mind if he crawled into bed with him and buried his nose in his hair, when suddenly Harry turned and his skull made a sudden acquaintance with the appendage in mind.
/End Flashback/
Ron winced. What had gotten into him? Sniffing at Harry. His best mate. He must be going mad. He glanced over at Harry to see if he was ready and was captivated again by the sight of Harry's sculpted stomach as the boy wrestled with his shirt. It wasn't a six-pack, but it was defined. His hand reached out while his mind was still in a stupor, wondering when Harry had gotten so hot, and brushed lightly against the exposed skin.
Harry froze immediately. Then yanked his shirt down just in time to see Ron pull back with a guilty look on his face. "Ron. You touched me."
Ron said nothing, just stared in increasing horror at Harry. His best friends mouth was moving, Harry was saying something, but all he could think about was how shapely his mouth was. Harry's mouth. He'd NEVER bothered to notice what shape Harry's mouth was, ever before. And red. Harry's lips were a luscious shade of red.
"And you WERE smelling my hair just now."
Ron concentrated absurdly hard on how green and sparkly Harry's eyes were now. He felt the irresistible urge to keep them looking at him.
Harry stepped closer to Ron and waved his hand in front of his face. His friend looked like he'd been clubbed by a troll. Harry didn't know what to make of it.
"Did you know I'm going to be the first wizard to fly to the moon?"
Harry gaped.
"My dueling skills are the best in the world. You-Know-Who can't hold a candle compared to me."
Something was seriously wrong. Harry glanced towards the door. Ron needed help.
"I'm the best mediwitch there is!" Ron got up and approached Harry with a frantic look on his face.
He ducked under Ron's arm and made to sprint for the door, only to be held up short with Ron's hand on the back of his shirt.
"I own half the shares in Gringotts!" Ron was starting to look panicked, and opened his hand, allowing Harry to wriggled away. "No, all of them!"
"Ron!"
"I'm this close to inventing the first ever self-casting wand, Witch Weekly's Drop Dead Gorgeous Stud award has my name permanently etched on it, I was nominated Chief Mugwump in Ju-" Ron's mouth was suddenly sealed as Harry jammed his hand over it.
"RON!"
His voice seemed to shake Ron out of his trance. Harry stepped back, and watched as Ron's eyes grew to the size of platters.
"Ha-rry…"
"Come on, Ron. We have to get to Hermione. She'll know what's wrong with you." Harry took hold of his arm and started yanking him towards the door. "It must be a jinx."
Ron felt nauseous. It wasn't a jinx. It was a curse. And it was on Harry. He was sure of it. "Er… Harry, I think you'd better wear this." He held up Harry's invisibility cloak. Forestalling Harry's questions, he said, "Malfoy was looking to trash you earlier. I just want to get out of here as fast as possible."
Harry nodded and pulled it over, then led the way out of the dorms to Hogsmeade. "Don't worry Ron, Hermione'll know how to make it stop."
"Yeah… sure."
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They met Hermione and Ginny at the Shrieking Shack. The two girls were sitting and talking on a big stone near the fence.
"Hermione!" Harry called, pulling off his cloak. "Something's wrong with Ron!"
Ron hung back and shuffled around in the snow. "Er… I think something's wrong with you, Harry."
Harry looked surprised at him. "With me? You were the one touching and sniffing at me earlier, Ron."
"Sniffing and… touching?" Ginny grinned as she looked at her blushing brother. "What happened?"
Harry turned to Hermione. "I woke up, and he was sniffing my hair, then he touched my stomach and then, he started babbling crazy things. It was like he was under a confundus charm. What kind of jinx do you think it is? I haven't read about anything like that. And I've read plenty."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Harry. What kind of crazy things was Ron saying?" Hermione looked from one boy to another. Ron certainly looked normal enough now.
"He said he was going to fly to the moon," Harry paused as Ginny giggled and Ron turned bright red. Ron hadn't once looked at him since they arrived. "And how he could duel better than Voldemort, and that he was the best mediwizard there was, and that Gringott's shares are his…" He trailed off, noticing the look on Hermione's face.
"Do you remember any of this, Ron?" she asked.
"Vaguely." Ron evaded answering. Hermione stared at him. "Okay, okay. I remember. I only did it all because Harry looked so pretty. I swear, I didn't just say that. But… yeah, look at him!"
Everyone turned to stare at Harry. "You can't be serious. Pretty?" Harry sputtered.
"Harry's always been pretty, Ron," Ginny laughed. "You've only just noticed?"
"Excuse me, pretty? Handsome, yes, pretty, no. And even that is a far bet."
"Harry, I believe I know what Ron's suffering from." Hermione said, flicking her bushy hair back over her shoulder. "I just can't imagine why you're the reason why…"
"What's he suffering from?" Harry asked.
"I mean, the signs are all there. It's exactly like it should be. But you don't look the part, and… why is it only happening now?" Hermione paced as she tried to figure it out, and Harry trailed after her. Ron slumped in relief and went over to sit by a puzzled Ginny. For once, he understood Hermione perfectly, and nobody else did.
"What signs? What part? Why not now?" Harry asked, thoroughly confused. "Hermione, talk to me."
"We can find out!" She exclaimed excitedly and caught his hand, dragging him towards Hogsmeade. "Come on. And don't put on your cloak!"
"Miiione…" Harry moaned as they scurried after her. When Hermione had research to do, nothing stood in her way. "… tell me what's going on!"
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tbc
A/N: I had great fun writing this chapter! I hope you guys like it too! Do tell me in a REVIEW!
(Oh, and btw. Femmeslash didn't make it in this chapter. I decided to end it earlier than I planned so the chapters wouldn't get too long. Hopefully it doesn't make it stilted. Tell me if it does!)