Harry was walking the halls with his invisibility cloak which he had just received for Christmas. He was restless and needed to walk off some of his energy.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. A light, tinkling laugh.
Harry followed it. He found a girl sitting in a window seat. She had long, blond hair and sparkling silver eyes.
And slender brown wings.
Harry gaped in astonishment. He moved forward but found a shield there. He also sensed a silencing charm but for some reason, it didn't affect him.
Harry sat, crossing his legs. For a while, the girl just talked, like someone was there, answering unasked questions and such.
Then the girl started to sing.
Harry forgot how to speak. He forgot his own name. He stared, dumbstruck, and the girl, each word coming from her mouth strung into a melody.
When she finally stopped, Harry realized he was hardly breathing. The girl stood up and waved her wand to remove the shield.
Harry got up, and walking as fast as he could, walked away from the area, begging she couldn't hear him.
Draco snapped his head up. Did he hear faint footsteps? Barely audible, but there.
Someone's here, he thought softly. Under an invisibility cloak. They were watching us... no, watching you.
"I didn't say your name," Allysia whispered. "Or your gender, for that matter."
Draco banged his fists on the wall of the bubble. He felt like he was falling, then he blinked and saw the world around him.
He was back in his own body. He frantically reached up and felt his hair. Even as he touched it, it was retracting back to its normal height. "That's a relief."
Really? Allysia said grumpily. I was just getting used to being in a body again.
"Well..." Draco tried to think of a comeback but just shrugged. "Screw you."
Excuse me? Allysia asked, her voice torn between amusement and chiding. That's no way to speak to yourself.
"I'm not speaking to myself, I'm-" Draco stopped. "Is anyone there?"
Silence met his words, but Draco put his hand on his wand. He quickened his footsteps back to the Slytherin dormitory.
Once he was in his bed, he tried talking with Allysia through thoughts.
So... Now that you're in my head... Am I going to start liking Harry? Draco thought.
Oh, my dear boy, she whispered. Even though she was only eleven, Draco could tell she was much smarter than she let on. You started a long time ago.
Even though Harry knew the mysterious winged girl wasn't going to be at breakfast, he found himself looking at all the tables.
First the Hufflepuff table, then Ravenclaw, then, reluctantly, his gaze slid over to the Slytherin table.
And his eyes met Draco's.
Draco was staring back intently, gray eyes searching Harry's. His hand, in a flash, was at the base of his throat. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, Harry noticed. Maybe it was a habit.
Draco suddenly stiffened and put his other hand on his temple. He appeared to be mouthing a word.
"Harry!" Ron called, waving his hand in front of Harry's face. "Are you listening to me?"
"No," Harry admitted. "What do you want?"
"Where were you last night?" Ron asked, taking a bite of his food. "I woke up and looked over and you weren't in your bed."
Hermione glanced up sharply. "Harry, if you were using your invisibility-"
"Shh!" Harry pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't say that out loud! And yes, I was! Is it a crime now?"
"Well, yes, you were up past curfew," Hermione snapped.
Harry noticed someone running, up and out of the Great Hall. It was Draco, his hands on his back. No one else seemed to notice, except some people at the Slytherin table.
Harry frowned. What was up with Draco?
"Should have known it was him," Draco muttered under his breath, trying not to let his wings tear his robes - again.
Hey, it wasn't my fault the first time, Allysia defended.
"Yes, it was," Draco deadpanned. "Anyway, he saw you! And you were singing!"
Yes? Allysia asked curiously. What does that have to do with anything? I talked, too... it may have sounded a bit weird, talking to-
"Allysia, do you know what the phrase "veela allurement" means?" Draco asked through gritted teeth, his steps veering towards his first class, which started in ten minutes.
Oh! Oh... Allysia said, startled. But you have it, too...
"Yeah, but I don't sing," Draco pointed it out. "And my allurement isn't as strong as-"
"Mister Malfoy, who are you talking to?" Professor McGonagall asked as Draco entered the hallway the Transfiguration classroom was located in. She was in the middle of the hallway, levitating many cages with rags over them.
"I- Um- No one, I was talking to myself," Draco managed to get out.
Professor McGonagall eyed him for a moment but nodded. "Very well. Class doesn't start for five minutes, so please wait out here."
Harry took his seat next to Ron and Hermione. He didn't notice that across the room, gray eyes were burning a hole in the side of his head.
Allysia's words echoed in his mind. You started a long time ago. Was that true?
No. Allysia was just trying to influence him. Draco's hand shook, and he lowered his wand. Professor McGonagall noticed.
"I'm not feeling well," Draco said shakily. "Can I please go see Nurse Pomfrey?"
Professor McGonagall nodded.
Draco walked until he was at the door, then he ran. Ran to the only place he could think of. And pretty soon he was face-to-face with two gargoyles.
"Let me in," Draco panted. The energy stored beneath his throat seemed to be the size of a grain of rice. He was running out of time. The fact that he had made it this far with barely any contact-
Yes, yes, it's a miracle, Allysia said.
Meanwhile, the gargoyles refused to budge. Draco was nearly screaming at them when they shifted and Dumbledore exited.
"Oh, hello, Draco. Do you need help? You look quite distraught." He smiled merrily.
"I'm a half-veela submissive female," Draco said flatly. "And I think it's a wonder that I'm just distraught, sir."
What a miracle-worker, Allysia muttered, sounding bored.
Dumbledore's smile disappeared, though he still had that annoying twinkle in his eye. "Come into my office."
When they reached his office, he sat behind his desk. "Do you know who your dominant is, yet?" Dumbledore asked quite calmly.
"Do hippogriffs fly?" Draco said quite sarcastically. He couldn't help it - lack of contact with Harry had him on edge.
"Then why are you in this state?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Because it's Potter!" Draco snarled. There. It was out. "The Chosen One! The golden boy! Can you please bring my mother here?"
"Does she know?"
"I prefer to not trust an owl with that," Draco managed through gritted teeth. "Is there a potion or a spell that can stop this?"
Dumbledore handed a bit of parchment to an owl, which flew out the window. "They should be here in a few minutes. And I'm afraid not. Should I get Harry?"
"No you bumbling fo-" Draco closed his eyes and counted slowly to 10. "Pl-"
The door burst open, and both Narcissa and Lucius barged in. Narcissa went directly over to Draco and took his hands. Narcissa's dress was ripped at the back, with large blue-gray wings extending past her arms.
"How could you let it get to this point?" she said calmly.
Draco winced, and one of his hands flew out of his mother's grip and to at the base of his throat. "It's... it's Potter."
Lucius cursed. "I see your dilemma there."
Narcissa shot him a death glare. "Draco, it doesn't matter who they are, or whether you like them or not. You need to at least touch their hand once a week. How many times have you done it?"
Draco stared at his hands and mumbled something.
"What?" Narcissa said sweetly.
"Two," Draco said quietly. "Skin contact... three times."
Narcissa put her head in her hands. "Summon Harry," she said abruptly to Dumbledore. "Now, or you'll pay."
Dumbledore left the room.
Draco flinched suddenly, and nearly fell out of the chair, now clutching his mother's hands for support. "I- I'm sorry..."
"Your female," Narcissa said suddenly. "Turn into your veela."
Draco called to Allysia. I need your help, he said, and released control on himself. Again, he felt himself in a bubble.
Draco collapsed in the bubble. Allysia seemed to be faring a little bit better. Draco spoke through her mouth. "He can't know."
"What?" Narcissa asked.
"Harry's seen Allysia before. But he can't know Allysia's me. He just can't."
Allysia struggled for control. "Draco's... having problems with accepting Harry. Usually, it's the other way around with submissives."
I hate being a submissive, Draco thought bitterly.
"I know you do," Allysia chuckled. The door opened slowly. Harry stood in the doorway.
Draco gulped. How was this going to work out?
NOTES:
Haha, 1515 words of nothing. Of trash. Of fanfic drarry trash, to be precise.
Anyway, in this tangled mess of characters and words I have a (somewhat) set storyline. One more chapter and then a time skip.
And, um, I'm giving this a PG so far, but I'll warn you guys if there are any PG-13 rated scenes. But nothing is R. And there's no really bad language.
Has anyone else noticed how the chapters are becoming steadily longer?
It's not purposeful, I swear.