"This is unacceptable!" Lucius Malfoy yelled, slamming his hands on the headmaster's desk, glaring angrily at the old man across from him. "I will not have a bunch of horny teenagers pawing at my son's mate! Draco will go ballistic!"

Before Dumbledore could respond, Sirius spoke up, getting right in the Elder Malfoy's face like he had done before. "I am not having my godson be forced to stay in a room with your son! I've seen the way he looks at him. I won't give him the opportunity to rape Harry!"

"Draco would never harm his mate in such a way. His Veela wouldn't allow it."

"That wouldn't stop him from trying!"

"Gentlemen, please take your seats and let us talk about this rationally." Dumbledore said, trying to retain order. Remus dragged a reluctant Sirius over to the comfy armchairs and forced him into one, bending down to whisper in his ear about something. Sirius grumbled something back and sunk further into the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Remus kept a firm grip on his shoulder in case the man lost it again. Lucius Malfoy took the other available chair, sitting on it rather stiffly. His hands gripped the head of his cane so tightly his knuckles were white. He did not look pleased.

The Headmaster stood, walking around his desk and towards one of the numerous book shelves in his office. With surprisingly little effort for someone his age, Dumbledore managed to tug down a massive leather bound tome and place it on his desk with a loud thump, sending up a cloud of dust. He began flipping through the pages, blue eyes scanning the words behind his glasses. "The Hogwarts rules are very clear about this sort of thing, Lucius." Finding what he was looking for, he turned the book around so that it was facing the two men across from him. He pointed out the paragraph he was looking at.

Lucius and Sirius leaned forward, reading what was presented to them.

If there is an instance were a student comes into an inheritance and they locate their mate among the student body, said mate will not be forced to live in the same quarters as the inherited student. This is for the protection of the intended mate. The inherited student also has no rights to change their curriculum to be in the same courses as their mate. Allowing this would only lead to classroom disturbances and that shall not be tolerated. If the two students are from different houses, they shall not be granted permission to sit at the same house table. While any student who comes into an inheritance may attempt to woo and court their mate, it cannot interfere with the school environment. The mate will not be forced to accept the bond presented to them.

In the case of Veela, Dominants are not permitted to use their Allure on any member of the student body or faculty under any circumstances. Nor are they allowed to use their acquired attributes, such as wings, to help them in any sport.

So as to protect the Submissive from being assaulted by the dominant and/or other males, the Sub shall be assigned a guardian of sorts, preferably someone within their own house. It is the job of the school to protect the Submissive until they either accept the bond or leave the school. Until their relationship is consummated, the Dominant has no power over the Submissive and the school is not obligated to meet any of the inherited students' demands regarding their mate.

"There you have it, Malfoy." Sirius said smugly, turning to the blonde man with a huge smirk on his face. "You can't make Harry do a bloody thing!"

Lucius ignored him, instead bringing his attention back to Dumbledore, frowning. "Dumbledore, I cannot sit back and allow you to put my son's mate in a dormitory full of other teenage males. When Potter changes in the morning, his appearance and the Submissive aura he will give of is enough to make even the straightest male lust after him. The chances that they will try to get him are very high. Draco will go on a rampage if one of them lay so much as a finger on Potter."

Dumbledore closed the book and returned it to the book shelf. "I'm terribly sorry, Lucius, but unless Harry accepts the bond we can make him do nothing. I will contact Severus and ask him to brew a potion that will lessen the strength of Harry's Submissive Allure so he will be safer. I will also, as the rules state, provide Harry with someone to watch over him." He returned to his seat and sat down delicately, taking a lemon drop and popping it into his mouth. "I can give Draco with a room of his own if that will be of any help."

The Elder Malfoy closed his eyes and shook his head, fingers clenching and unclenching in irritation. "Draco will not want the room if his mate is not there. He will stay in the Slytherin dormitories with his friends. At least until Potter accepts the bond. Who will be looking after the boy?" He was disappointed with this turn of events. Draco would not be happy. Potter would be in constant danger of being assaulted and if there were any other students with Dominant creature blood in their veins they would jump at the chance to claim a submissive. They would be all over him, vying for his attention and itching to have him. Draco would be in for a battle.

Remus Lupin stepped forward. "I can keep an eye on Harry. Since I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again, and because I can sense when someone might be a creature, I can make sure he is safe."

"While that's all well and good, Remus, you won't be able to watch over Harry all the time. Dumbledore, if you just let me follow Harry around as Padfoot, I could. . ."

"Sirius, I have told you a thousand times already. That is not an option." Dumbledore said, immediately shooting down Sirius' suggestion. "The risk that you will expose yourself is too high. Remus will be able to do most of the job. However. . ."

"Who will watch over Potter in the dormitories? Or in other classes?" Lucius cut in.

The room was silent for a moment as the three men thought while Sirius sulked.

"Mr. Ronald Weasley is one of Harry's closest friends. They are constantly around one another. He would be the excellent choice." Dumbledore suggested. Remus and Sirius nodded in agreement.

Lucius, however, looked livid at the very idea. "You expect me to place the safety of my son's mate in the hands of a Weasley?" The very thought sickened him. This was much more than protecting Potter's virtue. The-Boy-Who-Lived meant everything to Draco now. Potter held the key to his son's happiness. To his heart. To his sanity. If anything bad were to happen to Potter, it would break Draco. Shatter him into a million irreparable pieces with no hope of ever coming back together. Just from the knowledge that Potter was his mate, Draco had tied himself irreversibly to the Wizarding World's savior. He loved him. He needed him. Until Potter accepted Draco as his Dominant and returned his love, his son's life would center around obtaining his mate. Around Potter.

And putting his son's very well being in the obviously incapable hands of a Weasley? That was not an option.

"Lucius," said Dumbledore, his voice suddenly stern. "Now is not the time for petty prejudices. Harry's safety is at stake. Mr. Weasley is the best option at the moment and it has been decided. He will be able to look after Harry even in the dormitories."

The look on the Elder Malfoy's face was frightening. He stood, looming over the old headmaster, his eyes dark and lips curled into a scowl. "You had better hope you are right, Dumbledore, for if anything happens to my son's mate under that fool's watch, you will be very, very sorry." He warned. "Draco's well being is also on the line. If Weasley lets even one boy touch Potter in anything more than a friendly handshake, I will be hiring body guards to protect the boy, damn your rules. And if this school and its faculty are unable to prevent my son's mate from getting raped, you will see me in court and I will destroy this school's reputation and sue you for everything you are worth. I will take Potter with me and it will be within my legal rights to do so. So think carefully before you do anything regarding my son and his mate. Potter is under my protection now and it would be wise to watch your step."

With these parting words, he turned and walked briskly out of the room, slamming the door rather violently behind him.

"He's right, Dumbledore." sighed Remus. "This school is obligated to protect its students with creature inheritances. If something bad were to happen to Harry, it would also affect Draco. We can't risk it."

The old man sighed, placing his hands delicately on his desk. "Of course we must be careful. Sirius," The animagus perked up at the mention of his name, very much like a dog. "Since it is imperative that Harry be watched over, I hereby give you permission to remain at Hogwarts with Remus as long as you stay in your animagus form in the presence of each and every student. If they learn Sirius Black has made it into Hogwarts once again, it will not be a pretty sight."

Sirius opened and closed his mouth uselessly before his face split into a grin so wide it rivaled anything Peeves could do. He jumped out of his seat, fist pumping the air. "Yes!" he shouted, running around to the other side of the desk and pulling a rather shocked looking Dumbledore in a huge hug. "Thank you so much, Dumbledore! I swear I'll be under the best behavior you've ever seen! Yes!" He let go of the Headmaster and practically did a little jig.

"You're quite welcome, Sirius." chuckled Dumbledore, straightening his glasses as Sirius had knocked them askew. "Now, if you two don't mind, I have some business to attend to. We do have a lot on our plate now, don't we?"

Remus and Sirius bid him farewell, leaving to head to their new chambers, Sirius practically skipping.

Dumbledore leaned back in his high backed chair and massaged his temples. This was not something he had planned for. He hadn't even known that creature blood ran in the Potter line. If Voldemort got his hands on this information, Harry would be in even greater danger than he was in now. The Dark Lord would exploit Harry's every weakness until he had the boy in his clutches. While he hated to judge, he knew how close the Malfoys were to the Dark Lord. If the two boys mated, it would be a simple matter for Voldemort to capture Draco, thus making Harry follow as he would not be able to stand being away from his Dominant.

He, very unfortunately, was caught between a rock and a hard place, as the muggles liked to say. If he allowed Draco to mate with Harry, it was most definetly put Harry in an undeniable amount of danger. On the other hand, if he were to try and prevent the mating, that would not only destroy Draco, but leave Harry very vulnerable. Voldemort had a handful of dark creatures on his side, most of which were Dominants. He could send one to claim Harry, and then the boy would have no choice but to follow his Dominant, however unwillingly, into the dark.

It seemed that his only option at this point was to wait and see what came of this mess.

OoO

Reinhart pulled back the covers, uncovering the rest of Harry's body. His pajamas consisted of a thin shirt and shorts that revealed a delicious amount of pale thigh. He licked his lips, practically drooling as Harry shifted and his shirt hiked up, exposing a strip of his flat stomach.

The taller boy's hands itched to rip off all those pesky clothes and take in the gorgeous body that was currently hidden from him. God, the boy was perfect. . .Well, nearly perfect. In the morning, after he came into his inheritance, he would be flawless.

It made him shiver to think that if he woke Harry up and ordered it, the boy would be on his hands and knees in seconds, presenting himself to Reinhart without any hesitation. At this delicate stage, the boy would be very vulnerable to his dominance. Harry would do anything he wanted if he only asked.

He grew even harder at the thought of putting the beautiful boy into all sorts of positions and just slamming into him, taking Harry again and again. Reinhart dug his claws into the edge of the bed, breathing hard and struggling to control himself. He could imagine the sounds Harry would make, the way he would feel around his cock. How very, very tight he would be.

A growl tore from his throat, his whole body nearly shaking with lust. And Harry just lay there, so pure and innocent, having no idea what he was doing to the creature beside him.

Reinhart's kind was a very sexual species. While they ate regular food, they really feed off of sex; off the moans, the screams, and the pleasure of their partners. Depending on the amount of magic their conquest possessed, the total power they gained varied. He'd had sex with many, many boys. Back in America, he had hit up the gay bars so often they had given him his own room to where he could take his partners. He had fucked lots of sexy, beautiful looking boys.

But he had never, ever wanted someone as much as he wanted Harry Potter.

The obsession had started simply enough. He had been at his old school, sitting in his History of Magic class and flipping through a magazine he had stolen from a bunch of giggling girls in the back of the room. It was a stereotypical teenager girl magazine, pink and filled with articles that ranged from boring to painfully stupid. But he was bored- as their teacher was nearly as old as the history she was teaching-so he continued.

It wasn't until he happened upon the "Famous Hotties" page that he paused. He had never seen a picture of Harry Potter before. He had heard of him, of course. Even in America the boy was a legend. But he had no idea what he looked like.

He had stared obsessively at the picture of Harry, who was blushing slightly and looked like he had been caught off guard. He drank in the flushed cheeks, lithe body, and stunning eyes. And, when the photo turned around to show Harry's backside, drooled over the boy's firm, plump ass. He had been hard in an instant.

Ever since then he had sworn he would one day bed the boy, encouraging his dream every time he stared at the photos he had begun to collect. He wanted him more than anything. Every time he was having sex he imagined it was Harry under him, mewling in pleasure and writhing.

Harry being a Submissive Veela was just icing on the cake. It was now in his very nature to submit to a Dominant, which would make it all the easier for Reinhart to take him. Harry's Veela would happily react to his Dominance, encouraging Harry to give himself over. Not to mention that fact that Veelas were stunningly beautiful, went into heat, and were very, very powerful.

He had never been with one before, as Veelas were rather rare in America, much preferring the European climate. But he had heard stories and watched a healthy amount of porn. He knew that sex with a Veela could be unbelievable. It was something he definitely wanted.

And if that Veela was also Harry Potter, the boy who he had been dying to dominate forever? That was just brilliant. Two sexual fantasies out of the way with one go.

Once he had managed to calm the beast inside him, and that unbearable lust died down somewhat, he reached out, brushing back those ebony locks from Harry's forehead. The legendary scar stood out starkly against the porcelain skin, but instead of disfiguring him, it made him even more beautiful. Reinhart pressed his lips to that scar, feeling the dark magic that radiated from it, hinting at the power inside the tiny body.

It was rather uncommon for his kind to have mates, but not unheard of. It was very difficult to find someone who could satisfy their nearly endless sex drive and their lust for power. Nearly impossible, in fact. They would have to be perfect, or near so, to fit the requirements. While they did sometimes get in relationships, they had to be open relationships, because sex was a necessity and most could not hold up.

But Harry. . .Harry was something else entirely. He was sexy, beautiful, powerful, and, from the brief conversation that they had on the train, smart and funny. Reinhart didn't think he would ever get tired of owning Harry's amazing body. The boy's magic was strong and immense, lingering teasingly just beneath the surface, begging to be let free.

Making Harry his mate was something he would consider. But he had other things on his plate as well. His father's job, for instance. He had to make sure it stuck. When he learned they were moving to Britain, he was ecstatic for more than one reason. The idea that he could possibly see his obsession in person had him nearly bursting with anticipation. He knew that if he could meet Harry Potter, he could easily seduce the boy. He was the very definition of charming.

His father was unaware of what he was. believed, along with most of his family, that he was a perfectly normal, kind, and straight wizard. He put up the innocent angel act around all of them. It usually got him what he wanted. He had asked to attend Hogwarts and his father had happily agreed, noting that there were plenty of fine girls there for him, unlike 'that Durmstrang school, probably full off queers'. He decided not to correct his father by mentioning that the boys at Durmstrang could rip him a new one in three seconds flat and not even flinch. He let his homophobic father think whatever he wanted.

Only his Uncle Blake knew. Only he knew about Reinhart's condition, as it was something they had in common. He would choose his uncle over his parents without so much as a second of hesitation. While it should have been weird, taking his uncle with him to gay bars had been quite enjoyable. The man knew how to have a good time and his smooth voice coupled with incredible charm had the boys nearly cumming themselves to be with him. His uncle had taught Reinhart all he knew, taking the boy under his wing and guiding him in the ways of power and sex.

Uncle Blake knew of his obsession with Harry, and actually helped it along by convincing Reinhart's father that moving to Britain was definitely the best career move. He'd found them a house, signed Reinhart up for Hogwarts, and gotten everything he needed for his new school. He had been there in the office when he'd been sorted, discussed a few things with Dumbledore on his behalf, and made sure that the old headmaster knew nothing about what he was.

And all of it had been worth it. Now he had the chance to finally make his dreams of taking the boy who lived finally come true. And, with luck, he might even have the opportunity to own his very own submissive Veela.

There was really only one thing standing in his way. That imbecilic, stuck-up, spoiled, annoying little prick named Draco Malfoy. A Veela who thought he was the best thing to ever grace the Earth. Who thought he actually had a chance of getting with Harry, though it was clear he had no idea how to handle a submissive. Reinhart had already proved that he was superior. He was clearly a stronger Dominant. Malfoy could bitch and whine about fate chosen mates all he wanted, it wasn't going to help. The blonde was weak in comparison, and would lose no matter what. He'd heard all about the Malfoys. They waved their money around like it was nothing, using said money to put down others to elevate their own status.

But he needn't worry about the idiotic boy too much. He was barely a threat. From what he had seen, there was obviously bad blood between him and Harry, something that could not be overcome easily. Malfoy was weak, emotional, and much too arrogant. Harry deserved so much better.

No, what he needed to watch out for were other Dominants. There were bound to be a few at Hogwarts, of various different species. The second a new Submissive was revealed, they would be all over Harry, and that just wouldn't do. Nobody was taking his prize. Not when he was so close.

God, it was such a tempting thought to take the boy right there at that very moment. Wake Harry up, exert his dominance until he spread his legs, and then take him, nice and hard, until he was satisfied. He wouldn't stop me, Reinhart thought, licking his lips as he trailed his eyes down Harry's body. He couldn't stop me.

He shook his head again. Where would be the fun in that? The chase was the best part. If he just fucked Harry now, all his plans would fall flat. He could woo that boy first, make Harry fall for him, defeat that Malfoy asshole, and then take what he had rightfully earned. That was more in his nature. It would make the victory sex all the sweeter and all the more fulfilling.

He would take his time. Use his charm and various skills to slowly coax those lovely legs open. After all, Harry wasn't just another conquest. He was special, and should be treated as such.

But just look at him, the darker side of him whispered in his mind, heavy with lust. You could have that sexy little body right now. Throw those long legs over your shoulders and just pound into him until he's screaming your name. You've been waiting so very long…

If I took him now, I would only be able to do so once, maybe twice before the other boys came back and I was forced to leave. He reasoned with himself. Besides, I don't want to damage him like that. He's much too precious.

A little pain won't hurt him. He might even like it. And after you had your way with him, you could simply leave and take him with you. Those wards won't be able to stop you. You'll be gone before they could begin to realize what happened. You can claim him and he'll be yours. All yours. He can't leave his Dominant. You could have him whenever you liked. When the time comes, he'll be nice and fertile. Can you imagine his stomach big and round, full of your children? Powerful, powerful children.

He reached out a shaky hand and placed it on Harry's flat stomach. The boy squirmed a bit, but did not wake. Reinhart gently rubbed his hand over the skin, almost reverently, picturing it stretched full of his young. A happy purr slipped from his lips. Harry would look so beautiful as a mother.

No matter how tempting that was, he would have to wait. If I simply kidnapped him, people would come looking. They'd try to take him from me. Take what was mine. But if I took my time, made him fall for me, made him want me, then he would go willingly and no one would try stopping me. Raping him would only send him away. I would be locked up and he would run into Malfoy's incapable arms. I can't let that happen. He's mine. I just have to wait. Slowly but surely, he'll come to me.

The other voice fell silent.

"C-Chris…?"

Sorry for the short chapter, but I recently got my computer fixed after having to save money up forever to do so, and I really just wanted to update something. I promise the next chapter will be longer and have a lot more information. I will be updating a lot over the Winter Break, promise :D

Also, I realized I made a mistake last chapter. When Reinhart and Draco kissed, Reinhart said that their Veelas were rebelling against it. This is a mistake that I intend to fix soon. Reinhart is not a veela. But keep trying to guess what he is. It'll be really cool to see if you guys can figure it out:)

So again, please forgive for the shortness of the chapter, but I promise to write more as soon as I can. I will also be updating Hidden Talents and possibly Black Betrayals soon.