Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. The characters, settings etc all belong to JK Rowling.

A/N: I'm using the veela theme here, I know it's kind of common and if I have used a storyline that belongs to someone else, it is purely by accident. Except the veela theme, that is.

Also, this is a slash fic, Harry and Draco slash. If you don't like, don't read. Thanks. To everyone else out there... read and review!! Thanks.

Title: Smells Like A Teen Spirit

Summary: Draco's a rare blood- half veela, half elf. And Harry's his mate. Now all Draco has to do is seduce Harry. Right? Well... It's not that simple after all, as Draco soon finds out. Read & Review!!

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys. I'll try to update ASAP for the next chapter. Ideas on the fic are welcome!

Important: I think I made a minor mistake in the previous chapter- Draco fell asleep in his bedroom, not the library. I may have given the impression that he fell asleep in the library since I mentioned him laying his head on his arms that were folded on his desk. So yeah... he falls asleep in his bedroom. It's not that important, actually, just wanted to make that correction. Also: More on elfin veela and their mates in this chapter. Any suggestions? I'd love to add them in... ) Well enjoy!

Chapter Three: New Discoveries

Draco scrutinized his reflection in his custom- built full- length mirror and frowned. There was nothing different about him. Nothing at all. There was still the same lean, slightly scrawny build, the same fair skin, the same pale blond hair, the same silver-blue eyes. The only thing different was the silver chain hanging around his neck with that beautiful silver carving. Draco stared at it, remembering what Dumbledore's Elfin Veela: A Study had said about it.

"Elfin Veela are an interesting mix of both the Elf and the Veela. As such, they do not possess the full characteristics of both beings. Rather, they possess a few special skills and abilities that are unique to every elfin veela. The mate plays a vital role in their strength. Like the veela, the elfin veela are possessive and will self- destruct easily if their mate rejects them. During their Inheritance, the elfin veela receive a delicate silver chain with a unique carving, usually in the form of a dream. The significance of the dream is now known, though it is believed to help the elfin veela identify their mate. This chain connects them to their mate; by giving the chain to their mate, the elfin veela lays claim on their mate. The elfin veela typically chooses their mate based on their subconscious needs and wants and who they believe is capable of making them truly happy."

Draco rolled his eyes. If it were not happening to him, he would have thought that Dumbledore was making up a load of crap. He'd always wanted to be special and unique, but this was too complicated for him. He shrugged. He'd worry about that one later. Now if only he knew who his mate was. He perked up. School was starting tomorrow. The book had mentioned something about elfin veela becoming way depressed if they didn't mate before their twenty first birthday. He grinned to himself. He wouldn't have a problem finding a mate. After all, he was Draco Malfoy, the sexiest Slytherin by unanimous vote. Coupled with his newfound elfin veela identity, he would have no problem at all seducing anyone at Hogwarts, let alone his mate. He smirked. His reflection smirked back at him. "Yes, dear, you are gorgeous," the mirror purred. He smiled winningly.

"You'd better hurry up, boy! The sooner you get out of here the better!" Upstairs in his room, Harry scowled. He couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts again. Sirius's death had only served to highlight his pathetic home life- or lack thereof. He wished he had a family he could call his own. Someone he could keep. Someone he wouldn't ever have to let go of... Vernon Dursley's voice yanked him back to reality.

"Boy! I want you here right this instant! You hear me?" Harry rolled his eyes. He wouldn't be surprised if they could hear him at Hogwarts. He took a deep breath, looking around him to check if he had forgotten anything. Apparently not; the room was stark empty if not for the bed. He frowned. He didn't remember packing Fred and George's Canary Custards into his suitcase, and they weren't in his room... He shrugged. He could do without them, anyway. He had vowed to make a fresh start in school this year; he was going to stop moping around and start doing something to make himself feel better. Which had included the Canary Custards to make him laugh whenever he was feeling down, but he supposed he would find something else. Hermione would be so proud. He smiled. He couldn't wait to see his friends again. Feeling a lot more cheerful, he grabbed his suitcase, Hedwig's case, and bounded down the stairs. "Coming!" he yelled.

At the foot of the stairs, Aunt Petunia gave him her usual disapproving look that she had seemed to have saved specially for him. He ignored her. He was used to her looks by now. Uncle Vernon was, as usual, glaring at him. He ignored that too. What he couldn't ignore, however, was Dudley. Dudley, as usual, was pigging out. But it was what he was pigging out on that made Harry laugh. His Canary Custards had found their way into his hands somehow... At the sight of Dudley turning into a large, yellow- feathered canary, Harry couldn't help it. He threw back his head and laughed, feeling better than he ever had in ages. Aunt Petunia screamed, frozen to the spot. Uncle Vernon was speechless, his face turning purple. The next second, however, Dudley promptly turned human again. Uncle Vernon stared at him, dumbstruck. Dudley stared back, confused. It took them both a while to realize that Harry was still there, laughing hard.

"I'll get you for that, boy! I'll get you yet!" Vernon roared, and Harry smirked at him. "I'd like to see you try," he muttered, casually waving his wand around. He'd made it clear, during the first few weeks after Sirius's death (which was of course featured on the muggle news, to the immense happiness of the Dursleys) when he was severely depressed, that getting kicked out of Hogwarts was the least of his worries. Which meant that he would use magic whenever he pleased. Of course, now that he was so close to getting back to Hogwarts, there was no way he was going to risk it by using magic. But the Dursley's didn't know that. The mere sight of the wand had a magical effect on Vernon Dursley. He abruptly clammed up and glared at Harry, who was fighting back his laughter as Dudley popped another Canary Custard into his mouth. Honestly... Sometimes he thought Dudley was dumber than Crabbe and Goyle put together. Harry heard Aunt Petunia scream again and saw the blur image of a large yellow canary as Uncle Vernon hastily drove away... Uncle Vernon drove at breakneck speed, and they reached King's Cross Station in a matter of minutes. Uncle Vernon stopped Harry at the station, leaning in and growling in a low tone.

"Listen here, boy, if you ever do anything like that again to poor Dudley, I will- " Uncle Vernon abruptly stopped, looking behind Harry. His face turned purple.

"Harry! Over here!" Harry turned at the sound of his name and grinned widely when he saw Hermione and Ron waving at him. He hurried over to join them as Uncle Vernon muttered something about embarrassing situations and quickly left, much to his relief.

"Harry, mate! How've you been?" Ron grinned at him, then pulled him in for a gruff hug. Harry could only smile, his throat was closed up already. I've turned into an emotional wreck, he mused.

"Have you been eating well?" Hermione asked. "You look thinner." She narrowed her eyes, as Ron rolled his. "Heard of puberty, Herm? He's grown taller. He's almost as tall as me," he stared at Harry, as if in awe. Harry laughed. "Come on, Herm. I've been eating as well as I can, with the food they give me at the Dursley's," he grinned. "And I had a stock of sweets from Fred and George to keep me happy," he added. Hermione frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but Ron quickly interrupted. "Hey, mate, how are you holding up, seriously? With, um, Sirius and everything?" Identical worried looks appeared on Ron's and Hermione's faces.

"I'm fine, guys. I just want to put the past behind me and start over again. And if you don't stop worrying, I'll never be able to do that," he said firmly, then broke into a smile. "C'mon, let's get onto the train already! I've got a really weird dream to tell you guys about... No, it's not about Voldemort," he added hastily, as Hermione frowned worriedly again.

Harry, Hermione and Ron managed to find a compartment all to themselves, and were sitting comfortably amidst the piles of cakes and sweets that they'd bought. "Okay, Harry. You can tell us now. What's that dream you were talking about?" Ron turned to him expectantly, polishing off his fourth pumpkin pie.

Harry took a swig of pumpkin juice and cleared his throat. "Well, I was sort of having this dream where I was, you know, uh... kissingsomeoneandstuff..." he trailed off, his face turning red as he the dream replayed in his mind. Ron pretended to gag, and Hermione waved her hand impatiently. "Go on," she urged.

Harry cleared his throat again. "Uh, well. As I said, I was snogging this guy in a really dark classroom at Hogwarts, when- " he was cut off by Ron.

"Harry, if it was a really dark classroom, how do you know it was a guy? Maybe it was a girl in your dream," he asked hopefully. Hermione glared at him. "Sorry," he muttered.

Harry sighed. "Ron? I kind of knew he was a guy. I mean... guys have... I mean, I could tell," Harry finished lamely, blushing wildly. There was no way he was going to tell Ron about feeling another guy's erection in the middle of a snogging session. It wasn't something he could talk to Ron about. Ron looked confused for a moment, and Hermione sighed and leaned over and whispered something into his ear. His eyes widened as a brilliant red swept through his face; it was his turn to blush. "Ah," he looked at Harry and managed a weak smile. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ignore him, Harry," she glared at Ron, whose face was almost as red as his hair.

Harry nodded. "Well, I was snogging him and all, when I felt this plop in my pocket," he frowned. "Sort of like how I felt when I felt the Sorcerer's Stone in my pocket in Year One when I was fighting Voldemort," he tried to explain. "And when it was this silver chain with a heavy carved thing hanging from it. Some kind of creature with wings," he paused. "I didn't really get a good look at it, I was kind of busy," he blushed again, and Ron cleared his throat. Hermione rolled her eyes yet again. Boys, she thought. But this was getting interesting. She had an idea of what Harry was getting at, but it couldn't be. It just couldn't. It was too good to be true.

"Well," Harry continued, "I don't know what came over me, but I put the chain around his neck," he paused to take a gulp of pumpkin juice. "And then the whole place just started sort of dissolving around us. The next thing I knew, he was gone and I was awake," he finished, looking up at his friends. "What?" he asked, his heart hammering slowly. Hermione and Ron looked nothing short of shocked. Past experience told him that his was not likely to be a good thing.

"Did you say a creature with wings? A silver chain?" Ron asked, his eyes bulging.

Harry frowned, trying to remember. An image of the chain appeared in his mind, out of nowhere. "Yeah, it's silver and thin... the creature was carved," he said. Hermione gasped. "Are you sure? It can't be," she said. Harry was starting to get irritated, though he noted that Ron and Hermoione looked more awed than terrified.

"I'd prefer it if you told me what was going on- " Just then, the compartment door burst open, and Harry froze, unable to complete his sentence. Unable to do anything, actually, except stare.

Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, dressed in his school robes already. He had his trademark smirk on his face, but Harry only now realized how gorgeous he really was. His skin seemed to glow against his black robes, and his piercing silver eyes were so intense. His pale blond hair framed his face perfectly, and Harry realized suddenly that Malfoy wasn't wearing gel. He looks much better like this anyway, thought Harry happily, fighting a strong urge to push a few stray strands of perfect gold hair away from Malfoy's forehead. Malfoy looked like an angel. Then he blinked. Did he just think that? What was wrong with him? He looked around him, as if stepping out of a daze. To his surprise, Hermione and Ron had identical faces of awe; they were gazing adoringly at Malfoy. Harry glared at Draco.

"Stop it, whatever you're doing," he snarled. For a moment, Harry thought he saw a flicker of emotion on Draco's face, but it was replaced quickly with a smirk.

"All I'm doing, Potter, is standing here looking for an empty compartment," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. "Obviously, mudblood and Weasel here have gone mad. Maybe it has something to do with them being around each other all the time," Draco smirked.

At the words mudblood and Weasel, Hermione and Ron seemed to snap out of their gaze. "Oh Malfoy? Is that a ZIT I see right smack on the middle of your nose?" Hermione purred. Draco froze. "I have better things to do than to hang out with the Golden Trio anyway," he muttered, and turned and rushed off, his face turning pink. Ron burst out laughing, but Harry and Hermione remained serious.

"Herm- " Harry started, but Hermione held up her hand.

"I think I know what you want to say, Harry. I saw it too. The chain, right?"

Harry nodded. He couldn't believe it when he had seen it, but now that Hermione had seen it too, it had to be true. A thousand questions started swimming in his head.

Ron, as usual, remained painfully oblivious. "What chain?"

"Harry and I saw Malfoy wearing the elfin veela chain. The one Harry said he dreamt about," Hermione said slowly. Ron stared. He turned to look at Harry. "It can't be! Not Malfoy," he breathed.

Harry nodded, though he didn't understand Ron's reaction. Elfin veela? He needed to know what was going on.

"Um, Hermione? Ron? Could someone please explain to me what this is all about?"

Hermione looked at him, then took a deep breath. "This may come as a shock to you, Harry, but I think you're Malfoy's mate."

Harry gaped at her. This was not making any sense. She quickly continued. "The chain you were talking about in your dream- the one that we both saw on Malfoy's neck- that's a very rare object. Only a certain magical species are known to possess such chains. They're known as elfin veela. They are highly rare and prized; I thought they were extinct until now. Think about it. The way we couldn't help but stare at him," she blushed, "And the chain. It couldn't have been passed down; the coincidence with your dream is too great. Malfoy may be an elfin veela," she finished, looking at both him and Ron.

Harry looked over at Ron. Surely he would agree that Hermione had probably been reading too much. Elfin veela? Malfoy, a rare being? Him, Malfoy's mate? It was too crazy to be true. To his surprise, however, Ron had a thoughtful look on his face.

"You know, I think you may be right," he said slowly, looking at Hermione. "That chain is not just any chain, Harry. Malfoy's is definitely genuine. No one would want to impersonate an elfin veela. No one could. They're really rare. And I'd like to think that I was under some magical charm and not out of my mind when I was thinking that Malfoy looked beautiful," he scowled.

Harry stared. This was not happening. "In what way does that make me his mate, exactly?" he demanded.

"Well, you gave him the necklace in your dream and here he is, wearing it," Hermione said, matter- of- factly. Ron nodded. Harry groaned. Ron patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I'll always be your friend, no matter what," he said solemnly. Harry glared at him. "Yeah, thanks," he replied sarcastically. Hermione looked at them and rolled her eyes. "I think it's time for some research," she said firmly. Harry nodded weakly. Anything to prove them wrong. Behind Hermione's back, Ron groaned silently.

Draco looked thankfully into his pocket mirror. That bloody Granger. He should've known she was lying. After all, he never had zits. Something glinted in his mirror. The chain. He quickly pushed it into his collar. He hoped no one saw it... It was fun, though, the look on her face when he barged in... It seemed his veela side was kicking in already. No one could seem to keep their eyes off him very long. Thank goodness he'd found a compartment to himself. The attention was a little unnerving, especially when that Gryffindor kid with the camera started snapping away like a lunatic. Oh well. He'd get used to it in time. He leaned back and reached into his suitcase for something to read, and pulled out Witch's Weekly. He stared at the cover. The headline screamed out to him. "The Boy Who Lived Deals With Loss" Harry Potter's face was blown up on the cover. The sight of his arch enemy's hopeless, sad face on the magazine cover did nothing to please him. Instead, he felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. He unconsciously traced Harry's face on the cover. Potter's so beautiful, he thought, running his finger over the photo, wishing it were real. He remembered how Potter looked when he barged into his compartment. The way he blushed was incredibly adorable. And that hair... What he wouldn't give to run his hands through them. Draco sniffed the air. Nothing. Strange, he thought. He could have sworn Harry's compartment smelt familiar. He couldn't place his finger on it, though. He racked his brains and remembered his dream. His eyes widened. It couldn't be. Harry smelt exactly like the mysterious stranger. The same comforting vanilla and cinnamon scent. Draco remembered Dumbledore's book saying something about scent. He shook his head. Then he remembered how he felt when Harry had spoken to him earlier. Like a fresh breeze blowing over him. Draco froze. No, it couldn't be. Not Harry...