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Summary: Draco Malfoy discovers that he's a veela on his sixteenth birthday and… Harry's his mate? What would this unlikely pair do to stay together?
Author's Notes: Hey, welcome back to the story for those of you who've been waiting so patiently for me to update. I forgot to mention that most of this story's going to be in Draco's POV. Some may be in Harry's and I'll mark it as Harry's. Just so I don't confuse anyone. There are just too many Harry-centered plots. I apologize if I've offended anyone. And this is not based after anything in the sixth Harry Potter book. Only books one to five will be featured in this plot.
Chapter Three: Explanations
"WHAT!"
Draco flinched at that sound of anger and denial. How was he supposed to care when his mate denied him? When his mate hated him so much? Draco was sure that most of other veela mates never loathed their guts as much as Harry did.
He chanced an upwards glance at Harry's face and quickly realized that it wasn't the best of ideas at the time.
Harry's green eyes were smouldering with anger and defiance. His graceful features seemed destined to stay in that tight-lipped frown. Even his normal messy hair seemed to scream its defiance at the upcoming fate it was just presented.
"Now, now, Harry. I did say Draco had a factor in this problem of his," Dumbledore began, feeling the currents of unrest in the magic around him. Having power was a good thing, he concluded but having power you couldn't control was definitely an unwanted factor.
"Need I repeat, sir that I distinctly said I didn't want anything to do with him?" Harry grinded out.
Draco flinched – he seemed to be doing that a lot lately – and dropped his gaze. Two tightly clenched fists, property of one Harry Potter, met his stormy gaze.
"Harry, what do you know about veelas?" Dumbledore asked, hoping to clear up a lot of the tension and unrest building in the air and dig a little deeper in dispelling some of the more believable rumors floating around.
"Just what I learned in Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, sir," Harry said.
"Could you tell me about it?"
Draco was seriously beginning to hate the way Dumbledore wheedled with that voice of his. God, you'd think he was 15 instead of the 150-something he actually was. Creepy, he shivered slightly.
"Veelas are magical beings that descend from the offspring of Dragons and elves. They have human forms and are unaware of their veela forms until veela puberty changes their body. Once the First Change is made, they spend most of the time learning how to change at will unless they are aggravated or their mate is being threatened. Female veelas can change into a humanoid form with sharp-beaked bird heads and long scaly wings. Their natural element is fire. The male veelas are rare and from what legends tell us, male veelas are extremely protective of their mates. They don't change into an ugly human form. They grow feathery wings on their back, the color determining their magical power. Male veelas become MORE beautiful rather then ugly and this feature was derived from their Dragon ancestry. Their elements are air and earth," Harry said, having schooled his features back into its normal peaceful self. Only the slightly clenched fists of his showed his continued tension.
Draco was surprised. Maybe he could learn something from that oaf after all. He didn't even know half the things were true. Lucius never bothered to tell him about Veela lore because he would 'eventually discover things for himself.' He should pay more attention.
"Most impressive Harry. Now, have you covered the types of veelas yet?"
Draco decided Harry looked absolutely adorable in confusion. He was determined not to say anything in order to better understand his Harry's needs.
"No? Well, here, the both of you," the professor reached across and rummaged around the bookshelf before pulling out two copies of the same book. "Here," he offered.
Both Harry and Draco reached out to take the books at the same time. Harry's finger scraped the back of his hand and he shivered as the spark that started transferred to Harry. Harry's shock was replaced by suspicion and distrust. Draco didn't see this though because he was too busy being shocked yet again by the title and author of said book.
"'Veelas For Life' by Galen Sabre," whispered Draco. One of his ancestors had written this book. Merlin… This was priceless in his eyes. He brushed a gentle finger over the cover of the book.
"Yes, this book has the most complete study of veela habits in the world. Perhaps you two could study this," Dumbledore sighed. "And another thing, Harry."
He looked up with unguarded curious eyes. A jolt of pure pleasure washed up through Draco at seeing his mate so unguarded. One of the rare beauty's of life.
"You will have to reside with Mr. Malfoy this year. Listen," he went on as Harry opened his mouth in protest, "the book contains everything you'll need to know. I know it's hard for you to accept this but think of how hard this is on Mr. Malfoy. He also was shocked to learn he was paired with you. Take the time to know each other. And read page thirteen before you start firing accusations like a four year old."
Draco snarled wordlessly. No one got away with insulting his mate.
Harry stared at him in shock.
Dumbledore sighed yet again. "Your room is located on the fifth floor. Take a left and Harry, talk with Salazar."
Speechless, both of them walked out of the office. Taking the changing staircases, Draco tried desperately to find a subject, a neutral topic they could both talk about. So he was therefore, pleasantly surprised when Harry broke the ice first.
"Look Malfoy, I know that you hate me and I hate you but look, we're gonna have to make this work and I don't think the Malfoys are going to be too happy with Harry friggin' Potter as their precious son's mate when they're allied with Voldemort." He ignored Draco's flinch at the Dark Lord's name and continued on. "Can we have a truce for now?"
Draco flinched when he heard that Harry still hated him but he was slightly happier when Harry called for a truce. Harry's noble side had once again come to the rescue. "Sure, but could you call me Draco?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "It's going to take some time, Mal-Draco. But yeah, I'll try to call you Draco. I'm just Harry."
They reached the end of the hallway and stopped with some surprise at the portrait of a proud Salazar Slytherin. He looked down at them haughtily until Harry suddenly hissed at the portrait.
"Hullo Salazar, remember me?"
"How is it you speak with my gift?" a shocked Salazar was way more human then the haughty aristocrat-look-a-like image he was trying to project.
"One of your line tried to kill me," Harry shrugged not noticing the shocked and angry look on Draco's face. He was going to have to pry out some secrets from him mate.
"May we come in?" Harry asked politely.
The portrait swung open without a word.
Draco gasped. This room was elegant and had enough room to fit all of the sixth year Slytherins in the living room itself. The color on the walls was a dark purple emphasized by the cream of the ceiling and the white of the frames. Dark green couches were spread comfortably around the room, placed on top of a plush dark blue rug that was so deep, Draco longed to bury his bare feet in it. There were three doorways Draco could see, one that lead to a small kitchen. Why they put a kitchen in there, Draco would never know. Two other doors were closed and obviously led to their respective bedrooms.
Harry was the first to enter and stop at one of the doorways with the book in hand. "Well goodnight."
"Good night," Draco echoed.
Once he reached his doorway, he whispered, "Sweet dreams, little lion."
His bed was the same as the one in Slytherin – a four-poster with a plush comforter, satin sheets, and lots of comfortable pillows and elbow space. A lamp hung above the headboard for light when reading and Draco decided to get a head start on the book.
He stripped down to his grey boxers and entered the bed as he was, wanting the comfort of the satin sheets sliding above and beneath his body.
Opening the book to page thirteen he began to read.
…because when a veela finds their mate, possessive behaviour begins to show in their actions towards their mate. A veela cannot be parted from their mate for the first two months after recognizing their mate. This period of time is for the veela to readjust and strengthen their bond together. A veela cannot lose their mate during this time because to do so is to force the veela to experience the full force of their mate rejecting them. Their mind will convince them that their mate has disappeared because of something the veela has done so the veela becomes fragile, obedient and submissive to anything anyone says of them.
Categorization
There are two categories for veelas, Dominant and Submissive. Contrary to popular belief, the Dominant is only named so because they provide and protect the Submissive from harm. The Submissive holds most of the power in the relationship because the Dominant listens to them most of the time. That's why Dominants are so fragile. Because they listen to their Submissive partners, every time a pair fights, the Dominant gets hurt the most because of the irate words spoken in the heat of the moment. While this is a rare occurrence, some life-changing topic will be disagreed on by both partners. When a Submissive strikes their mate, the blow is felt in the Dominant's body and soul. That's why Dominants do their best to provide for their mate. Anything else is unacceptable to their veela genes
So that's why he was feeling so depressed. Wait… Does that make him a Dominant? Oh SHIT!
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