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When they arrived back at Draco's house a house elf was there to greet them and take the bags they had up to Harry's room. It took a while; since the house elf was small and could only apparate with one bag at a time, but eventually the elf happily proclaimed it was done and went into the kitchens. Draco led Harry up to the tower that his room was located. He opened the door and gently pushed Harry inside. The blond boy stood there quietly for a moment, just staring at Harry, almost sadly. "Abra will bring you dinner if you don't want to come down. If you need anything just call her. But, if you want, you can eat with me." He said, looking into Harry's eyes and seeing nothing but anger. Then he closed the door and left, being true to his word of leaving Harry alone for the rest of the day.

Harry turned away from the door, his arms crossed. Draco was insane if he thought Harry would eat dinner with him. Really, Harry was just glad Draco had given him a choice. Otherwise it probably would have turned into a pretty nasty fight.

With his stomach growling, Harry went over to the four poster and plopped down to wait for his dinner. He gently lifted the necklace Draco had brought him off his head and held it out in front of him. He didn't like it because it was a necklace, as he had never been into jewelry. No, he liked it because it was a gift. After years of getting socks, coat hangers, and spare change from the Dursleys, any type of gift at all made him happy. Harry had barely even known what Christmas or a birthday party was supposed to be like until he had gone to Hogwarts.

Sighing, Harry placed it on the bedside table, where it glittered beautifully. It had been a nice thought, but all the jewelry in the world couldn't make up for what Draco had done by attempting to rape him and then kidnapping him. Harry supposed Draco's Veela had something to do with the way he was acting. But still…

It didn't matter anyway. Harry didn't like Draco. Hermione had told him that he needed a mate, but the thought of mating with Draco didn't appeal to him. Draco had been nothing but horrible to Harry at Hogwarts, and that was impossible to forget. When he looked at Draco he still saw the annoying little git who gloated about getting candy from home, and you was stupid enough to insult a hippogriff. He didn't see some he could love. Just someone he could hate for doing all those mean things to him.

Two hours later with a crack that startled Harry out of his sleep, a house elf appeared bearing a heavy tray filled with food. Harry's mouth watered at the sight of it. He helped the elf lower the food onto a stool near the bed. The elf gave a bow and stared at Harry with huge blue eyes. "Abra hopes Harry Potter enjoys the food. Abra made it special, just for Harry Potter."

Harry took a seat on the floor next to the stool and grabbed a huge hunk of bread that was already buttered. He took a big bite and nearly moaned when the brilliant flavor of it hit his tongue. "It's tastes delicious, Abra." The elf beamed with pride at these words, as if nothing else in the world could have possibly made her any happier.

"Master Draco told Abra to ask Harry Potter if maybe he would want to eat dinner with Master Draco instead." The image of Draco sitting at the end of a table all alone, surrounded by food, staring anxiously at the staircase, waiting for Harry to join him appeared in his mind. Harry shook his head. Serves him right. "Is Harry Potter sure?" Abra asked.

Harry nodded. The little house elf gave him a wary smile and disappeared. Harry turned back to the food and dug in. He never knew food could taste so good. It had been two days since he had eaten anything besides ice cream. There was warm soup that covered every inch of his tastes buds, and cut potatoes that were so perfectly cooked, Harry at every last one of them, which was odd because he almost never cleared his plate.

Everything tasted so incredibly wonderful that Harry ate until his stomach demanded that he stop. Harry politely cleaned up a bit of the mess he had caused, and then collapsed onto the bed. He was spent. All that walking around all day had made him dead tired. His eyes lids grew heavy and he so wanted to sleep. The bed was so comfortable and the blankets so soft it felt like he was sleeping on a cloud. Harry succumbed to the darkness of his mind and fell into a nightmare filled sleep.

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Draco picked at his dinner, uninterested. He had been hoping Harry would come down stairs and join him until Abra had returned and told him otherwise. Draco glanced sadly down to the other end of the table, where he had placed a plate of his finest china and sprinkled rose petals around it. Candles had been lit and Abra had gone all out on the food. A red table cloth covered the table. Draco had even tried his hand with baking, and with Abra's help had succeeded in making a small cupcake that looked somewhat like a heart. This sat on a little plate near Harry's main plate. Draco had done all this just for Harry. He had even changed into a nice suit which was uncomfortable, but he thought he looked pretty good. It was all supposed to be perfect.

Except Harry hadn't shown.

Draco stared down at the table, a horrible, heart wrenching sadness over taking him. It felt like his heart had been shattered into a million pieces. With anyone else it wouldn't have mattered. He would have been angry and gotten over it. But with Harry…with Harry it hurt him so deeply it was almost unbearable. It felt like Harry had driven a knife through his chest. He was still incredibly pissed that Harry had not come, but it seemed to be overshadowed by this terrible sadness.

"Are you okay, Master Draco?" Abra asked, handing Draco his night time drink of scotch. Draco took a deep drink, trying to force down the pain his was feeling. He knew he shouldn't be drinking. He was only fifteen. But he enjoyed the taste and it calmed him…most of the time.

"He hates me, Abra. He hates me…" Saying the words did nothing to help him feel better.

The small elf came over to him and grabbed his elbow. "Just give him time, Master Draco. Abra is sure Harry Potter will love you sometime."

"He hates me!" Draco yelled, and threw his glass at the wall, where it shattered. He got to his feet and gripped his hair in his hands. "He hates me and he'll never love me! Ever!" Draco swiped his hand and knocked the food off the table. The plate that was supposed to be Harry's crashed to the floor and broke in half. The cupcake the Draco had so carefully crafted landed with a splat on the floor. He sunk down to the floor and placed his face in his hands and sat amongst the shards of broken plates and the spilled food. "He hates me…I love him so much, but he doesn't love me…" Draco whispered. "I just want him to be happy…I just want to protect him and love him…why can't he love me?"

Abra was by him again. She placed a small hand on his arm. She had never seen Master Draco act this way before. Normally Master Draco kept his emotions inside, but to see him like this, so obviously heart broken, hurt Abra as well. "Harry Potter is just confused and angry. Being a Veela is new to him. It is hard for him. Not only is he a Veela, but also a Servile male. Harry Potter will learn to love."

Draco shook his head, his face still hidden. "I'm a horrible mate…I'm trying to control my Veela side but I can't…I'm hurting him and I know it…" Draco lifted his face up and looked at the elf. Abra nearly fell over in shock. Abra had never seen Master Draco look so grief stricken. Normally the only emotions he showed were anger and mild annoyance. Draco knew it was his Veela making him feel this way, making him feel this sadness. He wanted Harry with all his heart and he could feel his Veela die a little every day that Harry still hated him. "I'm hurting him and its tearing me apart…he's so beautiful and kind…I can't stand it…I don't want anyone else to touch him or hurt him…but I'm hurting him…"

"Go to him…" Abra urged, pulling on Draco's arm to get him to stand up.

"No…I promised him I wouldn't bother him for the rest of the day. I can't lie to him."

Abra tugged on his arm again. "Harry Potter will understand. Just go apologize to him. It will make you feel better." Finally, after more convincing, Draco got to his feet.

"Fine. I'll talk to him." Draco wiped his face and suddenly his familiar Malfoy attitude was back. He brushed Abra away and headed to the stairs that he ascended slowly. He walked down the second story hallway and to the door that lead to Harry's tower room. With a deep breath Draco pushed the door open and went up these stairs as well. By the time he got to the top his heart was in throat. He pressed his ear against the door and could hear Harry mumbling things, and then he heard sobbing.

Without any hesitation Draco burst into the room and saw Harry on the bed, twisting and turning, a scared look on his face. Draco hurried to his side and leaned over Harry. He shook Harry worriedly. "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry whimpered and curled up into a ball. "Please…" he whispered, his voice filled with fear. "No more…please, no more Cruciatus curse…" Draco's eyes grew angry. It must be the Dark Lord messing with Harry's mind again.

"Harry, it's just a dream. Just open your eyes." Still Harry tossed and turned, tears running down his face. "Damn it, Potter, wake up!" Draco gave him a small shove. Still nothing. So, with no other opinions left, Draco held Harry down and kissed him full on the lips. Harry melted into the kiss. He stopped moving and lay still as Draco pressed his lips onto Harry's. He was still asleep. Harry must have thought it a dream.

Draco removed his lips and saw that Harry was calm and his breathing was even. The nightmare had gone away. Draco picked Harry up and cradled him to his chest. He wanted to protect Harry from his mind. Harry looked so very peaceful and beautiful lying in his arms, with his glasses askew and his pink lips parted slightly.

Draco pulled back the covers and gently lay Harry down. He put Harry's delicate head on the softest pillow he could find, and then pulled the covers up to Harry's chest. It was very hard to be angry at Harry when he looked so very cute. Draco gave Harry a kiss on the cheek, unable to resist that pretty face. "I love you, Harry." He said. Harry coughed in response and turned over till he was facing away from Draco. Draco frowned and was sorely tempted to turn Harry's face back to where he could look at it. But he stopped himself. He didn't want to wake Harry.

So Draco made sure that Harry looked as comfortable as possible before he left the room and headed down the stairs. He went to his own room, where Abra was waiting for him with a new glass of scotch. Draco took it and sat down on his bed, trying to drink all his worries away.

"What did Harry Potter say?" Abra asked.

Draco shook his head and muttered, "He didn't say a word." Draco took another sip of his drink. "And he didn't need to."

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The wafting smell of food attacked Harry's senses and made him groggily sit up, looking around for the source. The same house elf that had visited him before stood by the side of his bed, holding a tray piled high with hot cakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs. Next to that sat a glass of orange juice. It looked very much like a typical breakfast Harry had been forced to make at the Dursley's every morning. The only difference was that there was a solitary rose sitting in a vase on the tray.

Harry took the food from Abra and began to eat. Everything tasted wonderful. The pancakes were fluffy and soft, drizzled with just the right amount of syrup. The eggs and sausage were superb. While Harry ate, Abra spoke. "Master Draco is out today. He said it was something important. Master Draco gave Abra this to give to Harry Potter." She held out a note. Harry took it and read it one handed while still placing bits of buttery pancake into his mouth.

Dear Harry,

I will be gone today. I have important matters to attend to. It is my wish that you remain in your room today. Do not question why. I have my reasons. If you need anything just call the house elves and they will come and bring you whatever you want. And, since I know how stubborn you are, before you even try escaping I will let you know that there are wards around the house. You do not want to know what will happen to you if you attempt to get through the wards.

So stay in your room. I have left books there if you get bored. Most of them are about Veelas for if you want to know more about what you and I are. On Saturday will we be attending a party at an important Veelas' house. I just thought I would let you know in advance.

And, since I know you probably won't listen to me otherwise, I will repeat that you are to stay in your room. If you leave, you will be punished. Until I say so you are not to leave that room. I should be back very late tonight.

Love,

Draco

Harry rolled his eyes and crumpled the note into a ball which he threw from him. He hated that Draco thought he could order everyone around. It was very annoying. Although, Harry decided he would humor Draco for today. Staying in his room didn't sound like too bad an idea. Today just felt like a day he should relax. "What time is it, Abra?"

"It is two o' clock. Harry Potter slept for a very long time. Master Draco was worried."

"Didn't it occur to Draco that I could just be tired?" Abra gave a small shrug and went to pick up the note that Harry had thrown. She placed it in her pocket. "Master Draco is always worried about Harry Potter. Master Draco is worried that Harry Potter won't love him."

"Well he's right to be worried." Harry said, turning his attention back on the food. "I will never love him."

Abra looked chest fallen at these words. "Master Draco is a good boy. He loves Harry Potter very much." Then she paused and shook her head. "It is not Abra's place to speak. Harry Potter must decide for himself what he wishes." She waited patiently for Harry to be done with his breakfast, then took the tray and disappeared, leaving Harry all alone.

Five hours later Harry lay on the bed, his head hanging off the edge, feeling the blood rush to his brain and make him dizzy. He had done everything he could possibly do in this room. The books were scattered all around him, open wide, and next to that was parchment, where Harry had been taking notes. When research had bored him, he had taken to searching every bit of the room he could, looking for an escape route. Two hours of fruitless search later, Harry decided to draw. He had asked Abra for a stack of parchment and a pencil, which he had received without hesitation.

One of his drawings lay on the floor face up. In the picture Harry had attempted to draw what Draco in his Veela form had looked like to Harry. He was trying to picture himself this way. The drawing of Draco had bottomless black eyes and its mouth was curved up into an evil grin that showed all his pointed teeth. The picture had brought back the real image and the memory that came with it, so Harry had pushed it over the side of the bed and started a different drawing. This one had a big black dog with a smile as it curled around a boy who was sitting on the floor, equally as happy as the dog. He put that one under his pillow for safekeeping.

He had drawn a few others after that, mostly of a big headed Voldemort with a stupid snake face yelling at some confused Death Eaters. But yet again, he had grown bored and went back to researching Veelas. There wasn't much that Hermione hadn't told him. One book, called Veela mating: All that matters, stressed the importance of getting a mate. It spoke of how the Veelas inside them could slowly die if they went without a mate for too long. It also talked about pregnancies and all that, but Harry skipped this because he was a guy, and wouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing. He flipped to the section about Servile Veelas and didn't like what he read. Obviously this book had been written by a Prime Veela, because he made the Servile Veelas seem incredibly submissive and weak, which Harry knew he wasn't. The book said it was the Servile Veelas job to obey their Prime Veela, and to please them when they wanted to be pleased.

Harry frowned and threw the book from him. A load of rubbish was what it was. He would never do whatever Draco told him, and the thought of pleasing Draco made him want to gag. Since then Harry had been on the bed with his head hanging over the edge, sitting up whenever he got too dizzy, and then repeating the cycle. It was now 7:41 and he was bored out of his mind.

Abra appeared suddenly, holding a bottle marked Shampoo in one hand. "Would Harry Potter like to take a shower?" She asked, pointing towards the bathroom door. Now that Abra mentioned it, taking a shower seemed like a really good idea. He hadn't taken one in about four days now.

He got to his feet and took the bottle from her before heading into the bathroom. It took him about ten minutes to get out of the skinny jeans, but it felt so good when they were finally off. He stripped the rest of the clothes for him body and stepped in the shower. He turned up the water full blast and regaled as the hot water washed over his skin. It felt so good. He took the shampoo Abra had given him and scrubbed it into his hair and now smelled of strawberries. He spent a little longer than necessary in the shower, trying to wash every hint of Draco off of him, but when he turned off the water and stepped out, he felt clean.

He toweled off his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist before he walked out of the bathroom in search of clothes. On the bed he found some, but he didn't put them on. It was another pair of skinny jeans and another tight fitting shirt. Harry actually wanted to breathe while he was wearing his clothes. "Abra!" he called. Instantly the house elf appeared before him. She gave him a smile.

"Would Harry Potter like something? Dinner is almost ready."

Harry shook his head. "Where are my clothes, Abra?"

Abra pointed to the bed. "Those are Harry Potter's clothes."

"No, Abra." He said calmly, seeing the elf was confused. "Where are my clothes?"

Finally she seemed to understand. She rubbed her head nervously. "They are in the wash downstairs. Master Malfoy doesn't want Harry Potter to wear them anymore."

Harry scowled. He would wear whatever he felt like wearing. "I'll just go get them, then."

The little elf's blue eyes widened with fear as Harry started towards the door. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him back. "No! Master Draco told Harry Potter to stay here. Abra will get Harry Potter's clothes."

"Stop it, Abra." Harry demanded. "I haven't been out of this room all day. Draco isn't home any way. He can't order me around if he isn't here." Abra looked as if she were about to explode.

"Harry Potter must stay in his room!" she muttered, pulling even harder on Harry's hand. "Master Draco said so!"

Harry gave the elf a small shove and she went tumbling back. Harry didn't want to be mean, but the elf was getting on his nerves. "I'm going to get my clothes, Abra." He opened the door, which surprisingly wasn't locked, and descended down the stair, holding on tightly to the towel around his waist. He walked down the second floor hall and down the stairs to the first floor, mumbling under his breath. When he made it to the last step and padded forward a bit into the living room, he froze, and wished he had stayed in his room like Abra had told him to. Sitting on the couch in front of the fire place were four men Harry didn't know. They were conversing lightly with Draco who sat in a separate chair with his legs crossed. Harry could tell the men were Prime Veelas just by looking at them. One had stunningly long blond hair and dark eyes, and when he laughed it was cold and made Harry scared. He looked to be about twenty something years old.

Another had short brown hair and brown eyes, with a rugged face. The third's hair went down to his ears and his black bangs hung in his face, blocking his eyes. The last one had blue eyes and blond hair that he had parted so it covered on of his eyes.

All of these men had three things in common. They were incredibly handsome, looked to be somewhere in their twenties, and were wearing very expensive, very nice looking clothing. At first it seemed as if they didn't notice Harry standing there, scared stiff as his heart thundered loudly in his chest. But then the first one paused mid-sentence and sniffed the air. He turned suddenly and stared at Harry, who was suddenly very conscious of the fact that he was nearly naked in a room full of Prime Veelas. He tightened his grip on the towel, praying that it wouldn't fall off. The others looked too and Draco's eyes widened in shock. He stood up from his chair quickly, worry and anger etched into every bit of his face.

Harry tried to back away and go back up the stairs, but in a flash the Veela with the long blond hair was behind him and wrapping huge arms around Harry's small form. "Hello, Beautiful." The man whispered in his ear, sending shivers down Harry's spine.

"Let him go, Endus!" Draco shouted, coming forward. "He's my mate."

"Damien, Darius, Abram…restrain him." Endus said causally. The three other Veelas moved forward and grabbed Draco, and it took all three of them to hold him back.

Endus leaned down and bit Harry's earlobe, making Harry flinch. "What's your name, Beautiful?"

Harry couldn't speak he was so scared. He shook slightly and tried to push against Endus's arms. "Don't touch Harry!" Draco yelled, fighting with all his might against the Veelas holding him back. "He's mine!"

Endus sniffed Harry's neck. Then he kissed it and sucked on the skin. He lifted his head and grinned at Draco. "I can smell him, Draco. He has not mated yet. He smells so…delicious." Endus ran his tongue over Harry's pale skin. "He's free game." He trailed his fingers down Harry's stomach.

Draco's eyes grew angrier. "I found him! He is mine!" he growled.

Endus chuckled. "Then you should have claimed him, Draco. You know that. Especially a Servile this beautiful." Endus grabbed Harry and turned him around till Harry was staring at the Prime Veela's chest. A finger forced his chin up so he had to look into Endus's face. His eyes had become dark and pupil less and his grin showed sharp shark like teeth. "Just look at these stunning eyes. And these lips…these gorgeous pink lips…" Endus pulled Harry into a hungry kiss, forcing his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry pounded on Endus's chest and struggled to separate their lips. Endus released Harry's mouth, smiling. Draco was screaming at him to get away from Harry.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he growled, his eyes fogged over with lust. "I would have fucked you into submission by now." He looked at Draco, whose face was as red as Ron's hair with anger. "How could you possibly have resisted this plump little ass?" Endus squeezed Harry's bum in his hands through the towel. Harry could feel the towel slipping from his hips. "The first male Servile Veela in three hundred years…so extremely beautiful and at my mercy…" Another rough, ferocious kiss that made Harry want to die. When Endus pulled away, Harry's lips were swollen and he had tears in his eyes. Endus was too strong for Harry to fight. When Endus's hand tugged lightly at the towel the tears fell down Harry's cheeks. He knew Endus wanted to rape him. Endus wanted to hurt him.

The Prime Veela kissed the tears away. "If I had my way with you, Harry, I would fuck you up a wall till you beg me to stop and are screaming bloody murder. But still I wouldn't stop. Not until the blood that would pour from your tight little hole coated me and you pass out from the pain. Such a lovely picture, don't you think?" Harry let out a whimper, and this small sound gave Draco the strength to break free from the restraining hands and attack Endus. The Veela dropped Harry and turned to fight Draco. Harry got to his feet and ran back up the stairs, holding the towel tightly with tears pouring down his face.

Draco slashed at Endus with his nails, wanting to hurt him horribly for making Harry cry. He had been a fool to bring other Primes to his house. He was trying so hard to fit into Veela society that he hadn't counted on Harry coming down the stairs. And he definitely hadn't expected it to be in a towel.

Endus threw Draco from him easily, growling in annoyance. Draco skidded to a stop, his teeth bared. Endus held up a hand, indicating that Draco shouldn't move. "I won't go after him, Draco. In fact, I'm going to give you a choice. You need to prove yourself as a Veela." The other Veelas gazed longingly up the stairs, and then took their places at Endus's side. "You have until the party to claim him. He is a Servile and you are a Prime. He needs to learn his place. Either you make him submit to you or," Endus gave an evil smile. "We will make him submit to us. All of us. If you wish to be a part of our society, you must show us that you can truly be a Veela. And that means ravaging that sexy little body upstairs." The Veelas walked over to the front door. "It's your choice, Draco. I don't mind breaking him for you. In fact, I would enjoy it to no end." Endus smirked at him, then him and the other three left and closed the door behind him.

Draco glared at the door, and then the sobs coming from upstairs reached his ears. The angry look on his face left and he ran up the stairs, wanting nothing more than to hold Harry and take away his pain…

Hope you liked this chapter! I enjoyed writing it. There's a little more Prime Veelas for you. And if you think Harry crying was weak or something like that, then I don't agree. There's only so much one can take before they cry. As always, if you have any suggestions or ideas, please leave a review or send me a private message:) Thanks for reading!