This is my own attempt at a Veela story. I figured it was a good topic, and a person can always find a new spin on it. Its rating has suddenly sky-rocketed up to R, so that means there is some moderate slash featured in this chapter. Themes: Slash, humor, slash, romance, slash, angst, slash. . .you get the idea. PS: If you are homophobic and offended by male/male couplings, please exit the story at this time. If you aren't, enjoy this insane story!
And yes, I don't own Harry Potter or anything else affiliated with Harry Potter. Yeah, like anyone thought I did. Well, on with the story. . .
Spirit of the Veela
Four: Rumors
By: Roslyn Drycof
A week passed, a pretty peaceful week for the Boy Who Lived. But his peace wasn't to last. On Friday, everyone recieved their latest edition of The Daily Prophet. The front page held a most interesting story that everyone just had to get a look at.
Harry, sitting at the Gryffindor table and trying to eat a bagel, found the sudden giggling and loud whispering in the Great Hall more than a bit unnerving. His emerald eye showing wariness, he looked up and grimaced at the sight of all the papers. Fuck.
He turned to Hermione, motioning towards the newspaper in her hands. "Hey 'Mione, can I take a look at that?"
The brown-eyed girl wasn't fooled by the calm look on his features. "Um, I think I'll hold onto this for a while longer, if that's all right with you, Harry."
Harry merely raised an eyebrow. The temperature in the immediate vicinity raised a few degrees. It was a trick Harry had learned the day before. It made her nervous. Her hand slightly shaking, she handed him the paper.
Emerald eyes quickly scanned the front page, a snort escaping his lips at the headline. "Harry Potter, a Playboy?"
-Is our savior finally growing up? Rumor has it that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, has entered his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with one thing on his mind. Girls.
We've talked to several students who say they've seen Mr. Potter kissing several different girls in the past week. The girls include Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Hannah Abbot, and Luna Lovegood. We were surprised at Ms. Granger's name being mentioned, since she is currently the girlfriend of Mr. Potter's best friend, Ron Weasley. And amazingly, Mr. Weasley appears to have no problem with his girlfriend snogging his best friend. What on earth is going on with our youth nowadays?
One student, a Mr. Michael Corner who is currently a sixth year, has revealed that many students believe it is because of a bet between Mr. Potter and the son of convicted Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. As quoted by the Ravenclaw, ". . .and Malfoy's been seen going through as many girls as Harry. Both look like they're not stopping any time soon, either."
Could this be true? Has the infamous rivalry between Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy gone to a whole new level? We at the Daily Prophet don't know, but it doesn't seem improbable. Howevery, another rumor has been circulating through the corridors of Hogwarts. Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy have been seen to be speaking civilly several times this year. Many believe that Mr. Potter has begun to take after the blond-haired Slytherin and is turning dark. Why else would Mr. Potter speak cordially to his most-hated rival? Why else would he suddenly start going through girls like no tomorrow? Indeed, Mr. Potter has been seen losing his temper numerous times recently. Is this a result of immersing himself in the Dark Arts? We do not know, but we'll be keeping an eye on the Boy Who Lived. . .-
Harry crumpled up the paper and threw it aside. It immediately burst into flame, another trick he'd learned in the past week. He was angry, furious in fact. The beginning of the article hadn't been too bad, but that last paragraph was shit. Complete shit.
How could they start up that speculation of him turning dark again? It was ridiculous! And yet they persisted in trying to twist his every action into something dark. He hated it!
"Ooh, did you read that? It's scandalous! Could he really be turning dark?" a breathy voice asked the girl sitting next to her.
Her friend instantly answered in a giggly voice, "I don't know, and I don't care. What I would give to be one of the girls he kisses! It would be sheer heaven!"
Harry's newly enhanced hearing picked up their conversation and turned towards their high-pitched voices. It was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, the two biggest gossipers in the school. On a normal basis they annoyed him. As a male Veela whose charms were feeling a bit restless? They infuriated him.
"Shut. Up," he growled, his voice several octaves deeper than usual.
The two girls froze, turning to stare at him with wide eyes. He sounded like an animal, growling like that. Suddenly scared of the way his skin had started to glow and how his eyes seemed to be burning like jade fire, they huddled together.
Harry saw their fear, but couldn't bring himself to care. They were quiet, at least. And the burning in his chest that he'd woken up with yet again, had intensified. Surrounded by all the people, it was growing demanding. His anger didn't help it either.
"Bloody hell, Potter! Control yourself!" a familiar masculine voice shouted angrily, a lanky blond figure coming into his view.
Harry turned to face Malfoy, his emerald eyes burning fiercely. "Fuck off and die, Malfoy."
The other boy's silver eyes flared with fury. His own charms burned at his chest, unsatisfied since early the day before. "Do you want repeat of the train incident, you idiot of a Gryffindor?!"
Several people gasped, offended at the Gryffindor comment. Both boys ignored them, concentrating only on each other. Their eyes burned with flames of hellfire, their skin glowing almost impossibly bright. It was a sight that entranced many students.
Draco faintly realized that many of the students were weaking against the blatant display of Veela charms from him and Potter. It didn't make him happy. "Potter. You. Fucking. Idiot."
Potter bared his teeth and let out another inhuman-sounding growl. "Don't. Call. Me. That."
Draco tried to gather the last shreds of his rapidly fraying control. "What? Idiot? I'm allowed to. . .if you're acting like this. Merlin, this is going too far!"
Harry knew it, knew Malfoy was right. But his Veela instincts were controlling him, causing him to act foolishly. His charms wanted to be satisfied and liked the anger he was feeling and causing.
A hand reached out to touch him and he gasped. The touch burned through his robes, through his shirt, and it fueled his burning charms.
Draco saw the hand reach out and touch his rival, and knew they had no time left. Potter hadn't cooled down in time and the damned charms were being demanding. Very demanding.
In a lightning fast motion, he grabbed ahold of Potter's arm and dragged him out of the Great Hall. His fingers burned where they touched the raven-haired teen, and the burning feeling intensified. Moments later, he slammed Potter against the stone wall of a corridor two hallways away from the Great Hall.
"What are you doing?" Potter gasped out, his eyes dilating at the feel of Draco's hand on his arm.
Draco closed his eyes for a second before answering in a hoarse voice. "You're stupidity made the charms activate strongly again. The only thing you can do to satisfy them at this stage is to have a release."
"What?!" Harry's mind processed what the other boy through a daze, but immediately snapped to attention at the last few words.
Draco would've laughed at Potter's expression if he hadn't been caught in the vise of his charms. "Not sex, but a release. . .oh dear Merlin, I can't hold on too much longer."
Harry gulped at seeing Malfoy's breathing quicken. "Are you sure?"
"Yes! With me, that is. With a regular witch or wizard, it would have to be. . .ah, actual intercourse. Not enough magic."
"Huh?"
"Damnit, Potter! The charm feeds off the magic given off by the other person when you do anything sexual with them. The more magic they have, the easier the charm is satisfied."
Oh. Harry thought that did make sense. But hell, even gripped by his charms as he was, he really didn't feel like doing anything remotely sexual with Malfoy. And it was clear the other boy felt the same way.
Suddenly, the burning in his chest gripped him even more tightly and he let out a groan of semi-pain. Faintly, he heard the pounding of footsteps in the next corridor and mentally swore. Shit! They didn't have any time to spare, not with the charms demanding to be satisfied and the entranced students coming closer.
Clumsily, the two boys threw themselves into an empty classroom and shouted every locking and protection spell they knew. Hopefully, it would be enough.
Because of the mislocating spell Harry cast on the classroom, the sounds of footsteps pounded by as everyone ran past their hiding place. Breathing harshly, Harry leaned against the death. His black hair fell haphazardly into his face and his face was lightly flushed.
Draco looked at the other boy and couldn't deny that he was attractive. Even without the Veela charms controlling him, he knew Potter was good-looking. But under normal circumstances he would never even think about doing anything with the idiot Gryffindor.
Biting his lower lip, he approached his rival with slow steps. Potter's head was hanging down, but Draco could tell he noticed his closeness. His nostrils flared slightly and his cheeks flushed brighter.
They both were reluctant to do anything, but they had no choice in their movements as they suddenly lunged at each other. The charms had had enough hesitance. They wanted to be satisfied. Now.
Harry's lips descended upon Draco's warm mouth and they pressed their bodies together. Mouths worked against each other as hands roamed hungrily across any bare skin they could find.
Draco's shirt was thrown onto a desk, Harry's tossed haphazardly to the floor. Moans escaped both their mouths as their hands found smooth muscles and hard nubs of nipples. His mind foggy, Harry nimbly unbuckled Malfoy's belt and pulled the trouser zipper down. So. The prat wore silk boxers. It was exactly what he'd expected.
As Harry's hand found its way into the blond-haired boy's pants, Draco let out a particularly loud groan. "Hell, Potter. . ."
Harry grinned wickedly, his mind overtaken by the Veela charms. He didn't care that it was Draco Malfoy in his arms. He only cared that there was a warm, writhing body that just exuded sexuality.
Of course, Draco felt pretty much the same. His silver eyes heavily hooded with sensuality, he unbuckled Potter's belt and pulled his pants down. The Gryffindor wore navy blue boxer briefs. They were of a thin enough material that Draco could see his bulging erection. Seeing the throbbing length was enough incentive to cause the Slytherin to push him against a desk and attack his neck with his mouth and tongue.
Harry gasped, arching his back. He grabbed ahold of Malfoy's blond hair and pulled his head up. "Mouth."
When the other teen looked frustrated at being torn away from his smooth neck, Harry growled and shoved Malfoy against the desk. Stepping in between his long legs, he placed his hands on the desk behind him. Then he kissed him. His mouth was rough, hard, and demanding.
Draco struggled, because underneath the charms, he knew he didn't want to be dominated by his nemesis. But it was no use. Potter was stronger, had more muscle. The raven-haired teen tore off his expensive trousers and slipped a hand under the waistband of his boxers. Draco moaned.
"Oh fuck. . ."
Harry's eyes glittered intensely at the husky tone of Malfoy's voice. He became bolder and slipped his hand down to grasp Malfoy's straining erection. Malfoy shuddered, bucking his hips against Harry's warm hand.
Pleasure arced through Draco as he felt Potter's hand run smoothly up and down his length. But he knew Potter wouldn't get relief if he just jacked him off. Why he cared if the git got off, he didn't know, but he did.
He pulled Potter's hand out of his silk boxers, grinning at the whimper the other boy made at being denied. Almost instantly, he hopped up onto the desk and wrapped his legs around Potter's hips. Their erections touched, sending zig-zagging sensations of ecstasy through them.
Harry shut his eyes, pressing his mouth against Malfoy's. Their tongues worked furiously as their hips moved against each other in an age-old rythym. Each brush of their throbbing erections sent shards of pleasure coursing through their bodies, causing moans and gasps.
Soon, Harry felt himself begin to peak. He knew Malfoy wasn't there yet, and for some odd reason that eluded him at this moment, he wanted the other boy to come with him. Gripping the other boy's hips, he rocked his hips against Malfoy's harder and faster. He also removed his mouth from the blond's and bit down on his neck.
Malfoy screamed, shuddering helplessly against him as he orgasmed. Harry would've grinned if he wasn't experiencing his own earth-shattering release, his back bowed and his mouth letting loose a shout against the sweat-slicked skin of Malfoy's neck.
It took them several minutes to recover.
Finally, Draco unwrapped his legs from around Potter and slid weakly off the desk. Panting slightly, he started to pick up his clothes and slip them on, after he'd muttered a cleaning spell to remove the sticky wetness inside his boxers, of course.
Harry muttered the same spell, pulling his clothes on in jerky motions. That had been the most pleasurable moment of his entire life and he'd just had to experience it with Malfoy. He hoped it had just been a reaction to the Veela charms, although he instinctively knew differently.
He turned to the blond with a grimace on his features, "Tell me, is this going to happen every time either one of us gets angry?"
Draco gritted his teeth for a moment before answering, "If you can't learn to control yourself, then yes. Although I might just let you suffer and have to screw some stupid girl."
"Hey! I can control myself just fine."
He snorted. "Yeah, right. And that's why you blew up over a piece of trash newspaper article."
"Lavender and Parvati didn't help. They were giggling and gossiping like annoying little twits," Harry protested, his eyes narrowed.
"I don't know how you can stand girls, Potter. They are noisy, bloody irritating, and clingy creatures," Draco said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
Harry's mouth dropped wide open. "Are you. . .?"
The lanky blond shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. I've never given it much thought, though I know I don't feel any attraction for girls."
Harry was confused. He'd seen Malfoy snogging several girls senseless, looking quite interested, to satisfy his charms. If he didn't enjoy it, why didn't he just find some guys to make out with?
Draco saw the question in Potter's eyes and sighed. "If you hadn't noticed, all the gay guys in our school are wretched."
Hmm. He did have a point, for the most point. Justin Finch-Fletchley was a stupid Hufflepuff who was sugary-sweet and just screamed gay. Too feminine, too. Colin Creevey was just creepy, with that camera of his. Michael Corner was psychologically scarred from going out with Cho and was a cross-dresser as a result. But Seamus and Dean were okay. "Seamus and Dean aren't too bad."
"Potter, if you haven't forgotten, they're going out. And besides, Thomas is a muggleborn and Finnigan is a halfblood."
Harry raised an eyebrow at the blond. "I'm a halfblood."
Draco rolled his eyes. "But you forget your great-grandmother on your mother's side was a wizard with Veela blood. That gives you more leverage. And, don't forget that you've beaten Voldemort several times and are very powerful. I can't say the same of Finnigan."
"Ooh, I'm so glad I'm up to your standards," Harry said sarcastically, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Professor Snape strode into the classroom with a thunderous look on his face. "What the hell were you thinking, losing your control like that?!"
Harry narrowed his eyes at the Potions professor. "Sorry, but I didn't consciously do it, you know."
"You are an idiot!" Snape snapped.
The emerald-eyed Gryffindor felt the stirrings of anger appearing, and he growled at the older man. "Don't call me that, you greasy monkey-bastard."
Draco snorted. Where the hell did Potter come up with some of his insults? They were ridiculous! "Potter, as amusing as your wit is, I must remind you of what happened last time you got angry."
Harry froze and turned to stare at the blond. "But the charms were satisfied! There's no way they can come back so soon."
"Do you really want to test that ignorant theory of yours?"
Harry remembered writhing in Malfoy's embraced and shivered. It had been so pleasurable, but so wrong. There was no way he was going to repeat that situation. "No. But how do you know?"
"I got angry a couple minutes after I kissed Pansy. Disgusting experience, by the way. My charms came back and I ended up going to second base with Tracey Smith. It was horrible."
Frustrated that he couldn't blow up at Snape, Harry hissed, "Well, we all know why. You're gay, of course making out with a girl would be gross."
Professor Snape interrupted any reply Draco might have made to that comment that he'd just happened to overhear. "Amusing. Now get out and don't let it happen again! Ten points from Gryffindor for breaking a desk."
What in the blazes was he talking about? Harry turned to look at the desk he and Malfoy had used during their encounter and flushed a bright red. The legs of the desk were bent and the wooden top was cracked. Holy Merlin!
Malfoy burst out laughing and Harry growled angrily at him. He shoved the Slytherin boy out the door and followed. Once in the corridor, they both glared at each other and went their own separate ways. Harry went to Advanced Care of Magical Creatures, and Draco went to Advanced Arithmancy.
It had been an interesting morning, to say the least.
A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating this chapter. I meant to update it once a week or so, but as you see, that's turned into every two weeks or so. I'm juggling three other fics, schoolwork, and a job, so I can't update as quickly as I'd like. Sorry!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As you can see, it had some slash. I thought to give you slash-obsessed people a break, although there won't be much, if any, in the next chapter. I'm actually going to try and work on a plot next chapter or so. Yes, this story does have a plot, never fear. Now. . .if I can just think of one. grin
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