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Harry saw the couple move and got up from their seats. He didn't even notice that he actually finished eating while daydreaming. He went back to his home and watched some not for kids cartoons. The Futurama kind of stuff. One show caught his attention though. Its name was Bromwell high, and it's about a crappy public school with a headmaster who speaks totally crappy English. It was a madcap show, and Harry kinda liked it. He slept his very first night in his new home, and a dream from memory came into his mind. It was kinda like a flashback, but only now it is in a dream. It was the continuation of his interrupted daydreaming after his meal.

Flashback

"Harry, I would really like that but I am part- veela and-"

Harry didn't even let Draco. His mind was a swirling mess of frustration and blind anger.

"If you don't want to, just say no. Don't try to give me some lame excuse."

"Veela…" Harry snorted before storming off to the tower, leaving Draco out in the cold night.

After a while the blond teenager snapped out of his shocked reverie and realized that he was freezing for he had been wearing a sheer cloak.

Draco went down to the dungeons in a very foul mood. Pansy was waiting up for him and when she saw him Pansy immediately went to Draco for a kiss. Draco, on the other hand, pushed her away.

"Draco dear, what's wrong?" she asked with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Shut it Parkinson. I don't want to talk right now and I certainly do not want to taste those bitter lips of yours." Draco snapped. The only person he wanted to kiss right now was Harry fucking git Potter.

Pansy shot a glare at him. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, touching her lips and tasting it.

"Stupid bint…" Draco murmured to himself. He left Pansy in the common room and drew his curtains tightly. Draco muttered a silencing charm and shouted obscenities to no one in particular, but of course loosely based on his fate for making him part-veela. Although he didn't know who his mate was, the chances that Harry is his chosen one would be one to a million.

Harry, on the other side of the castle, was in bed. He can't forgive himself for not listening to Draco's explanation. He muttered a silencing charm around his four poster bed and started sobbing loudly, his pillow the only companion he's got.

-end of flashback-

Harry's sleep was abruptly ended in the middle of the night when he heard a knock on his door. He looked through the peep hole and saw a guy about his age with a brown paper bag in his hands. He put on some proper clothes and open the door slightly, asking who the guy was. Turns out that he had a crowd with him, and in his confusion he just let everyone in.

"Hey man, my name's Rich." the guy who knocked said, Harry earning a little jab on his shoulder.

"Hello. Would you mind telling me why you're here?" Harry asked, clearly confused.

"Oh, we're just giving you a welcome party right here. You now, people under 28 who move in here are given a party so they feel welcome." Rich said with a sheepish look on his face, trying not to laugh at Harry's crisp accent.

"And why wasn't I informed of this?" Harry asked without the slightest hint of irritation. Rich, however, took this as a bad sign.

"It's supposed to be a surprise man. Anyway if you want us to go then-"

"No, no. It's okay. Thank you for this…erm… welcome party." Harry said.

The party was nothing like Harry has seen before. The only ones he had gone to were the Yule Balls or Halloween parties. This was waaaay wilder than that. A girl approached Harry and started flirting.

"Hi, my name's Angela." The blonde haired girl said.

"Hello, my name's Harry. Thank you for coming to this…erm… welcome party." Harry said, finishing off with a blush. This girl reminded him of Draco vaguely.

Angela had blonde hair and blue eyes. A typical white girl. She's in her third year of college, and she's taking up fashion. That night, or must I say morning, she was wearing a black tight-fitting shirt that says Nirvana with a yellow wasted smiley.

She was also wearing a mini skirt and knee high leather boots. She was wearing the complete accessories of a rocker like net gloves, spike bracelet, black makeup, and the works. She just learned how to party like that after meeting Rich when he gave her a welcome party three years ago when she moved so she can be nearer to her school. Since then she's been a pain in the ass for her parents, but they can't do anything about it because they didn't want to lose their only baby girl. She really loved her parents and her brothers, she knows that. She knew that what she's doing is wrong; she just wants to have fun.

Angela started to inch towards a flushed Harry. She really liked this guy, even though he's got a cockney accent. When she brushed her luscious lips against his, Harry lost his senses. They continued making out, Angela thinking that she had this guy around her finger. Little did she know.

During this mind-blowing kiss, Harry was floating. His mind wandered to Hogwarts, another flashback coming into his mind.

Flashback

"Harry? Harry?" a voice called out. Harry didn't know if he was having a dream or if he was really hearing His voice.

"Draco?" He called out. He remembered that he put a silencing charm around his bed, so how can he hear him? Harry felt something on the right side of his bed, where it was facing the window. He turned towards it and saw nothing. He started to drift off when he saw Draco's head. He shrugged off some ancient cloth and revealed his body.

"Am I dreaming?" Harry asked the pale silhouette.

"No baby. You're not. It's me, Draco. I would like to start a relationship with you, no matter what everyone says. I don't care if Father disowns me, I care about you." Draco said.

"But I thought you didn't want to. That's why you lied about you being a veela, right?" Harry asked, clearly not wide awake yet so he thought he was having a dream. This was too good to be true.

Draco stiffened in the lying part of Harry's speech, but let it go anyways.

"Baby, I didn't lie. I am a veela. Well, part-veela. So if we will have this relationship it will be a great risk. I have this rare condition as a veela, I will not be able to sniff my mate out until I am 20 years old. This relationship is limited to snogging only, we can't have sex. If I cheat on my mate I will die. Sooner or later I will find my mate and I will fall out of love for you. It's animal instinct. Would you like to take this risk or not?" Draco finished.

"What is this relationship if you'll fall out of love for me?" Harry asked. "I'm okay with the snogging part, I don't care about shagging. But what does the point if I won't be able be with you for a long time?" Harry was on the brink of tears.

"Hey, we're seventeen. 20 is a long way off. We still have 3 years. Besides, finding my mate will not be very easy. It could take me years to find him or her." Draco reassured him.

"You mean, it's possible that you will find a male mate?…oh yeah! I forgot all about veelas. I guess I should pay more attention to veela studies." Harry said sheepishly. "But on a more serious note, I don't know if I can." Harry was wide awake now.

"Why not?" Draco asked, clearly hurt.

"I don't want to be a toy. I don't want to become paranoid, always thinking about what will happen when you find your mate. I really like you. But I just can't imagine the pain when I fall deeper with you, get attached to you then suddenly have to let go. I- I just can't." Harry's tears were falling silently now.

"So that's it then? You're giving up on this?" Draco asked with anguish in his voice.

"Look, Draco. No matter how hard you try to understand you can't. You're not the one who will get hurt as much as I do. Yes, well, maybe you'll get hurt but someone will still be with you or care about you. If I get attached to you I might find no one else. Besides, if I am still on your mind by the time you find your mate and you're on mine, it will not be fair to your mate. You see, in this unsure relationship we will be hurting a lot of people including ourselves." Harry sighed. Suddenly he was very interested in a loose thread on his blanket. He didn't hear Draco get up but when Harry looked he wasn't there anymore. He resumed his sobbing that was cut short by his drowsiness.

-end flashback-

Harry pushed Angela away as things were heating up. He grabbed a Smirnoff Wild Grape and joined a truth or dare game in the living room, leaving a pouting Angela in the dark.

Harry continued and got himself drunk. He was 20 years old and he will enjoy his freedom. Right. His freedom.

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