And here is the last part! I hope you guys like it and thank you for sticking with me! I hope to update another story soon! Credit for the lyrics go to Nat King Cole!


L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore
And love, is all that I can give to you


Love Was Made For Me And You


Dearest Scorpius,

I know this is all a lot for you to take in, my little Scorpion. I did not wish this upon you for the obvious reasons, I did not want to give you yet another thing that made you different.

But you must know, this is not something to be afraid of. It is not a curse as much as it is a blessing. I believe that with time you will find that this will change your life for the better. You know that your father and I only wish the best for you. We love you, my son.

Read this book, it will grant you with knowledge you might see proficient. I hope it will help you the way it helped me.

Yours truly,
Mother


Your father came back home from France when the house elves informed him you came to the Manor. You don't think he minds. You only see each other during dinner, the rest of your time you spend in your room.

You know you're sulking; you know you shouldn't, but you can't stop it.

You like him. You thought he liked you. He doesn't.

You feel like throwing stuff at the wall, you feel like yelling at his face, telling him you're allowed to be paranoid about everything when things keep going wrong like this. You feel like punching your Veela ancestors in their faces for causing this.

Instead, you curl up in bed and don't come out unless you're forced to. It's the most unproductive Christmas Holiday you could have imagined.

It doesn't make you feel better at all.


Thirteen days later your father brings you back to the Express. You never told him what happened, he never asked. You have a feeling he suspects, and when he does, he's often correct. It is just one of those things you don't talk about.

Just like the year before, when you told your parents you had no interest in girls. He listened, he understood and he never asked about it again. You know he doesn't mind; you also know he just doesn't want to know.

Your goodbyes are short but genuine, he hugs you briefly and you can't help but savour the familiar smell of your father's cologne. It makes you feel a little stronger.

You both smile and then you climb into the train. You sit down in the first empty compartment you see. Hoisting your luggage into the racks above the benches isn't easy on your own, but you manage. After six years of practice, you've developed some skill at it.

You grab the book you took to read in the train and sit down in the corner of the compartment. You don't think anyone will join you anytime soon, if at all.

You know you're secretly hoping Albus will show up, you can't help it, no matter how many times you tell yourself it's stupid. You wish you aren't hoping for something that won't happen.

You sigh and turn to the book in your lap, forbidding yourself to look hopefully at the door for the rest of the journey.

The train starts moving but you don't notice. You don't notice the door to your compartment opening either; it isn't until someone clears their throat your head snaps up.

You recognize the red hair immediately.

"Albus asked me to give you this," she says, before holding out a green sweater for you to take, which you do. She nods and then she's gone again, closing the door behind her.

When you realize the sweater you're holding is way too heavy, realization downs on you. Slowly you remove the sleeves and the book you hid there long ago becomes visible. Your breath hitches in your throat when you realize Albus must have found it.

A note is stuck on top of the book, it's yellow and written in a loopy handwriting you recognize immediately.

'I read it, maybe you should too.'

Your eyes widen and you release the note, which slowly falls back onto your lap. Your hands fall into your lap and stroke over the side of the book. You didn't read it before because you didn't want to admit it, not even to yourself. It's not like you can keep denying now.

You take a deep breath and open the cover for the first time.

Your eyes slide over the pages faster than you could have imagined, and your brain is processing so much more information than it can handle. Yet, you don't stop.

'Takes away your inhibitions.'

You turn the pages faster.

'Only works with attraction already there.'

Your eyes are wider than you thought they would go.

'Unwanted attraction can be turned down.'

You're surprised by this.

'Allure only works with those who allow it to work.'

You have to go back three pages because you can't remember what they said about the Allure. You find it quickly and continue reading.

'Veela blood does not create true love, it only helps you find it.'

You stop here, unable to continue. You curse yourself for not reading this before. You doubt you have ever felt more stupid than right this very moment.

"Idiot," you murmur to yourself, tossing the book against the wall.

Your brow furrows when a note in the same colour as the one stuck on top of the book falls out. The message written upon it is in the same loopy handwriting which you recognize immediately.

'Read it then? Meet me tonight at 8 in the Astronomy tower. I'll be waiting.'


Merlin, you're nervous. It's fifteen minutes to seven. You decided you are going, of course you're going. There never really was a choice. You're even surprised the desire to see Albus is so big.

You spent the entire holiday doing your very best not to think about him, which you've become very good at. But he found his way back into your mind and he isn't so keen on leaving now. You tried, swiftly, but you've given up.

You can't wait to see him again. To touch and to feel and even taste. You're surprised by the intense longing your body produces as the clock ticks further and your meeting comes closer.

At ten minutes to eight you can't take it anymore and you head towards the Tower. It's not after curfew yet, so there's no need to be careful.

You reach the tower in ten minutes, you contemplate waiting there for five minutes so it won't look like you arrived so early, but you can't wait. And you figure that if Albus catches you waiting at the bottom of the stairs, that will lead to a quite embarrassing situation also.

You storm up the stairs and your hand rests on the doorknob that will lead you outside for multiple seconds before you turn it and push open the door.

You're surprised to see him already there, pacing from left to right. It takes him four seconds to notice you; he stops moving immediately and turns so he's facing you. You stare at each other.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, opening your mouth to say more, but he doesn't let you. His hands grab both sides of your face and he places a hard kiss on your lips.

"I forgive you," he says, and he grins. Then he's kissing you again and your arms are wrapped around his neck and you can't even believe you were able to give this up.

Your entire body tingles as your tongues meet and tangle. His hands rest on your hips and his teeth nip and bite at your lips. "Merlin I missed you," he whispers huskily, walking you back against the wall, trapping you there with his body.

"Missed you too," you whimper before you're kissing once more. Your kisses are all different. Some long and slow, passionate and short, wet kisses, dry kisses, biting kisses and careful kisses. You don't know which you like best. You love them all.

"We need to talk about this," he whispers when you break off, both of you panting for air.

"Not now, please, not now," you tell him, and he nods. "Later," you say, and he nods again before leaning down to kiss and bite and lick at your neck. You feel your knees buckle and hold on tight to Albus' neck so you don't fall.

He places his hands on your thighs and kisses over your jaw until his lips are resting on the skin near your ear. "Jump," he orders, you do so. Your legs wrap around his waist and he presses you further into the walls. Your groin's hot and heavy as they finally make the desired contact.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Yes," you confirm immediately.

His lips find yours again and you're kissing, long and slow and thorough. It's like he's trying to melt your brains with his tongue and you fear he's succeeding at it.

Your hips grind together on their own accord, you both found the perfect rhythm without really trying. You break the kiss to breath, he immediately attacks your neck again, leaving you whimpering and moaning his name.

His hips grind faster, your breath quickens. You start begging for more, for release, for something that will end the torture your feeling. With one last thrust of Albus' hips you feel him come in his trousers, biting into your shoulder as he does so.

The combined feeling of teeth piercing your skin and the warmth of his orgasm spilling into his trousers send you over the edge, you cry out loudly and only see white as you close your eyes. Your hips buck one, two, three times before your body goes completely lax and your head drops on Albus' shoulder.

"I love you," you whisper, the words are out before you can stop them.

"I love you too," he replies.


Dear Mother,

You were right, as always. This time being different was so much more than a curse. Better yet, it wasn't a curse at all. I apologize Mother, I apologize for being so ignorant. I was confused, but I am not anymore.

I found what I needed, all thanks to being different. I love you Mother. Please, send Father my love as well.

Yours,
Scorpius


You're lying in Albus' four-poster, your head is resting on his shoulder and his hand is playing with your hair. The curtains are closed and charms are casted to keep out the Gryffindor's roommates. You're waiting for him to say something; you know he wants to.

"Is it later yet?" he asks and you nod slowly. You know you can't avoid the subject forever. You swallow, he waits.

"This summer vacation, I turned sixteen. My mother is half Veela, therefore I am part Veela as well. When they told me, I didn't want to listen. Mother gave me that book, but I never read it. I thought that if I would pretend that I was still normal, it would go away. But then I saw you. It wasn't like I never noticed you before, but now I really noticed you. I just wanted to have you all to myself," you whisper, before pausing to breath. Albus' green eyes are fixated on your face; he isn't speaking as he waits patiently for you to continue.

"Every time you touched me, it sent tingles down my spine. When you laughed, I couldn't look away and when you started to talk to me, I was over the moon. I fell in love with you the first time we kissed," you continue, his hand his now tracing circles on your back, you feel yourself relaxing under the touch.

"I didn't think for one moment that it was the Veela inside of me who caused all of this. But then you said it, you said that you realized in the beginning of the school year that you liked me. And I freaked out. Because that meant it wasn't until the Veela inside me settled down that you started to like me. I was convinced it was all its doing, I didn't know any better, so I ran. I spend the rest of the holiday at Malfoy Manor, only coming out of my room for dinner. When your sister gave me the book in the train, I read it immediately. I didn't think it was possible to absorb so much information at once," Albus chuckled at this.

"Thank you for telling me this," he says, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of your nose, which you wrinkle as a reaction to that.

"I should have told you sooner," you tell him, and he shuts you up by placing his lips against yours.

"What's done is done. You told me now. That is what's most important," he whispers against your lips. You shiver.

"For a Gryffindor you're awfully wise," you say, and he laughs loudly.


"Where are you going?" you ask curiously, and slightly nervously. Albus just rolls his eyes and continues dragging you along by the hand.

"I told you, you'll see," he says again, you let out a soft grumbling sounds and he just laughs. At the amount of stairs you've climbed, you know you are at the seventh floor. But you have no idea why. And Albus isn't telling you.

"Stay right here," he tells you when you reach a hallway, you doubt you've actually been there before. You do as he says and watch with a raised eyebrow as Albus paces a certain part of the wall three times.

"What are you-" you begin, but your mouth falls open in shock as a door appears. "Where did that come from?"

Albus grins and grabs your head, pulling you through the appeared door. "This is the Room of Requirement. My dad told me about it. It gives you whatever you need, bar for food. You have to pass the wall three times thinking about what you want," he tells you.

The room is large, larger than Albus' room, smaller than your own. Red and green are entwined together, the final touches all done in silver and gold. Albus wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses his lips against the spot below your ear.

"The colours represent us," he whispers before turning you around in his arms and pressing your lips together in kiss. You don't break apart as he steers you to the bed and you fall onto it.

He crawls on top of you, a knee on either side of your body, and continues kissing. It's nothing like the first time, nor the second time, which both happened in moments of passion. This is slow and careful. His hands go to the buttons of your robes, and he looks at you for approval. You nod slowly, and he starts undoing them, one by one. He follows his hands with his mouth, pressing kisses into your skin, lower and lower, until he reaches the hemline of your trousers.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Yes," you confirm immediately, remembering the last time he asked the exact same question. The last time you gave the exact same answer.

He opens the button of your trousers, and then he's pulling them down. He doesn't stop until he has taken them off completely, before trailing his hands up your legs again, hooking his thumbs in your boxers and pulling those down as well. You've never been so exposed, naked, except for the white blouse that is still hanging on your shoulders.

You want to protest, you want to order him to remove his clothes as well, but then his mouth is around your erection and your head falls against the mattress. The tingles start in your cock, and travel upwards at lightning speed, setting all your nerve-endings on fire. He starts moving, guided by your moans and the bucking of your hips.

"S-stop," you stammer, "Albus, stop, I'm coming," you choke out, but he doesn't. Better yet, he continues even more enthusiastically than before. You try to hold out, you try so hard, but the longer he continues, the closer you get. You cry out and spill yourself into his mouth, he swallows everything with a smug look on his face before pulling off and crawling up your body.

Your hands claw at his shirt, and instead of unbuttoning it, like you did with yours, you pull it over his head, before catching his lips in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and he moans into your mouth.

"I want to be inside of you," he mutters against your lips after the kiss breaks. His words send shivers down your spine, and you nod immediately. He rolls off of you and takes off his trousers as well, your eyes widen as you notice he isn't wearing underwear. He just grins.

His hands trail down your body as he covers it with his own, he takes his time, and when he finally reaches his destination, you're already half hard again. Goosebumps cover your skin.

His finger strokes over your entrance, and then he stops. His eyes find yours. He doesn't ask the question out loud this time, but you can read the words in his eyes and you nod. His hand retreats as he fishes his wand from the pocket of his trousers. The spell he casts sounds unfamiliar to you. But when you feel his finger return to your entrance, you realize it must have been a lubrication charm, as his finger is now coated in slightly cold, slick liquid.

He pushes in slowly, and when his finger is finally inside all the way, you feel yourself let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. It feels strange, but not unpleasant. Uncomfortable, but not disturbingly so.

"Can I move?" he whispers, and you nod. The finger inside of you starts moving slowly, in and out at first, and after a while, it is curling inside of you as well. The uncomfortable feeling is starting to leave, and you feel your cock getting harder again.

"Add another," you tell Albus. His finger pulls out, and two push back in. This time it burns, but you tell yourself it will go away. He doesn't pause and keeps his fingers moving, curling and scissoring, stretching you. The burn is intense, tears are prickling behind your eyes but you force yourself to relax. When he finally pushes in a third finger as well, you're a thrashing mess, hips bucking off the mattress as Albus' fingers move inside of you.

"You, need you," you choke out, and Albus seems to understand because he pulls his fingers free and casts the spell he casts on his fingers again, this time using it to cover his cock. You move closer to the middle of the bed, he follows.

You both have no idea how to do this, but you want to watch each other while you do. You hook your hands behind your knees,; Albus hikes one of your legs over his shoulder and drapes the other one around his waist.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Always okay," you whisper, and he leans down to kiss you. While he does, he positions himself at your entrance, and then he's pushing inside. It hurts more than you expect, even if you are prepared. The burn is incredible as your muscles try to push out the intrusion. A tear rolls down your cheek, but before it can fall, Albus kisses it away.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Don't be," you say, your voice coming out so much shakier than you desired. You both stay still for an undetermined amount of time, before you feel secure enough to tell Albus he can move.

He does, pulling out almost entirely and then pushing back in, and immediately you feel the burn disappear into the background as shockwaves run through your entire body, making every single cell sing with pleasure. You can feel the magic take over your body, making your head spin faster and faster until it just suddenly all stops.

"Wow," Albus whispers, the only indication he gives you to let you know he felt the same. You don't have time to reply, because as soon as the word leaves his lips, he starts moving again.

You build a steady rhythm, the rhythmical sound of skin slapping against skin is extremely erotic and your moans are the only thing that join it in filling the room.

Soon the heat in the pit of your stomach is nearly unbearable, and silent moans are the only things falling from your lips. Albus mutters sweet nonsense into the crook of your neck as he moves and then reaches for your cock.

You nearly explode at the hand that wraps around the pulsing length, and then when Albus starts moving his calloused hand you lose it, and come with a shout. You clench around the cock still inside of you.

Albus comes with a cry muffled in your shoulder and he sags down on top of you like a death weight, but you don't mind. You wrap your arms around Albus and let him manoeuvre you onto your side and he presses his lips to the side of your head.

The room smells of sweat and sex and Albus, and you decide it is possibly one of the most pleasant scents you've ever smelled. He presses wet kisses to your mouth which you return eagerly.

"I love you," you whisper. Because you really do. Veela or no Veela, differences or no differences. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. A Potter and a Malfoy. It doesn't matter. You're hopelessly in love with Albus Severus Potter.

"I love you too." And he's hopelessly in love with you too.


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