My Veela boyfriend

Written by StrawberryGirl87

The battle is over and Voldemort is gone. Harry is struggling to find a place for himself in the world now that his duty is done. Draco wants to offer him just that but Harry is resistant, wanting to find himself before he can give himself entirely to Draco who has a secret to share with the reluctant Gryffindor. Veela Draco! DRARRY!

Chapter Four

Harry had not given up his attempt to have Draco Malfoy bed him. After the previous evening where they had spent an alcohol free night atop the astronomy tower the two of them had ambled down to the dungeons holding hands, the only place in Hogwarts that was usually deserted. It was here that they had remained for what was left of the night.

Needless to say Harry had tried to ignite some form of passionate response from the blonde but he kept his resolve in a truly Slytherin way. Without a certain promise they could do no more than hold one another, occasionally stealing a few groping touches that only seemed to make the tension worse between the two of them. It had quickly become painfully obvious how much they wanted each other and how deep their desire ran. However Harry's resolve to not give away promises that he couldn't keep went just as deep as Draco's resolve to not take things further than what Harry was ready for. Both teens were stubborn and headstrong on the matter.

The problem Harry had was that he couldn't deny that Draco Malfoy, son of a deatheater, branded by the dark mark, was growing on him. That was why he was going to do whatever it took to get what he wanted from the ridiculously attractive young man and then he was going to leave. If he stayed too much longer then his heart that should have been too beaten and battered to keep beating at all would starting to thaw towards the Slytherin, in fact he was sure that it already had. Harry however was insistent that he could be no good to anyone.

That morning at breakfast Minerva McGonagall, who had been announced as the new headmistress of Hogwarts until a more permanent solution could be found, declared that sixth and seventh years were all asked to return to the school so that they could complete their magically education. It was unfortunate that enough of the combined years had perished in the great battle that they could combine the two and allow this to happen.

She had explained to the students that over the summer the school would be rebuilt brick by brick to the splendour that the founders had intended upon its original construction. She invited those who had nowhere to go to remain at the school and help with its rejuvenation. Otherwise if they had families to go home to then they were permitted to leave as she understood that after such catastrophic events people would need time to grieve, collect their thoughts and be with their families. The new headmistress only asked that those wanting to return to the school in September to finish their magically education informed her of their decision by the 1st August so that the necessary preparations could be made.

Harry sat and listened, knowing that he would not be returning, with any luck he would be dead but he remained sitting quietly and trying to brush over the fact that Draco was sat very close and holding his hand. Even Ron and Hermione seemed to have relaxed and accepted the presence of Draco Malfoy within their friendship group.

Ron was still a little uneasy but he didn't show it. He had spent an hour bitching to Hermione about how he knew that Draco was up to something the previous evening and repetitively calling him a slimy git until Hermione had sat him down and explained what Draco had explained to her before making the red head promise that he wouldn't say anything to Harry. Ron knew more than his friends about the implications of creature inheritance and he knew full well that Draco had no control over who his mate was. It was a combination of fate and destiny that decided these things and of course pure luck. He had decided to leave the two of them well enough alone. After all he had the love of his life to call his own, who was he to deny that of Draco?

"Let's do something today, the two of us," Draco said once Headmistress McGonagall had finished her speech. "I want to spend time with you."

"We did plenty of that last night," Harry said and at his words Hermione's head shot up to look at Draco with an unspoken question that the Slytherin answered with a slight shake of his head.

"Please Harry, you asked me to prove to you and I want to do just that," Draco said insisting on it. "Unless you have something else in mind?" Draco questioned, Harry had had plans … he had needed to prepare for the next morning when he fully intended on walking out of the gates of Hogwarts alone and never looking back. However he couldn't exactly say this to his friends who would have tried to stop him at any cost so he simply shrugged.

"I don't have any other plans," He said. Ron and Hermione had known him long enough to see that something wasn't right with their saviour but so wrapped up in each other and confident in the newly discovered Veela instincts Draco had they thought that they would be safe to leave it in the Slytherin's capable hands.

"So do you have any preferences to what we do today?" Draco asked as he and Harry left the Great Hall still holding hands.

"Anything that doesn't involve people. I don't want to be gawped at all day." Draco could understand Harry's reluctance to go out in public but5 he feared that it wasn't because of the attention he would receive but rather the fact that he didn't want to be seen with him. Draco wouldn't push this any further because he didn't want to hear the answer, fearing the worst.

"I guess a trip to Hogsmead is your worst nightmare then," Draco said with a hint of laughter to his voice and Harry simply glared at him. "Okay, well then how about a picnic by the lake, it gets us away from the castle, it'll be secluded so there will be no one to gawk at you and I get to spend time with you, getting to know you."

"Okay, I guess I can cope with that," Harry said nodding in agreement. It sounded ridiculously romantic to him but he knew that Draco was trying to prove something by persistently courting him. It would just add to his bank of happy memories that he would take with him when he left in the morning.

Draco asked Harry for an hour so that he could get everything ready. Harry readily agreed to this as it gave him the perfect opportunity to organise things for his imminent departure. He had a lot to think about and a lot to plan, an hour wouldn't be enough time to do everything but it was at least a start.

Draco came to fetch him from Gryffindor tower exactly an hour later and Harry had managed to pack a small bag of things he wanted to take and hidden it beneath his bed. He didn't want anyone asking awkward questions. It had been touch and go on whether he took his wand with him or not but he figured that he would be able to pack more things with shrinking charms and undetectable expanding charms so decided he would take it with him. He had also packed a few of the more sentimental items that he had collected over the years including the shard of mirror that had come from Sirius and the photo album that Hagrid had given him. Aside from pictures of his parents were ones of Ron and Hermione. Before the day was out he wanted to add one of him and Draco.

"You ready handsome?" Draco asked walking straight into Harry's bedroom and scaring him half to death as the portraits still hadn't sorted themselves out.

"Sure," Harry replied with a smile. Draco, sensing that something was quite right took the younger teen within his arms, holding him there, placing a soft kiss upon his lips.

"It's going to be alright you know," The blonde said trying to sound reassuring. Harry gave him a half smile in return before they headed down to the lake, Draco leading the way. Harry was astounded by what he saw when they reached their destination. Draco had been busy.

A large cashmere blanket had been spread across the grass, a small table on the centre that held their meal and cushions scattered all around. What astounded Harry the most was the sudden foliage that had grown in this particular spot. Beautiful fragrant flowers and neatly trimmed bushes to allow for the sun to shine in but also keep them concealed.

On the small table was all of his favourite food in bite sized portions, two glasses of pumpkin juice with a jug to replenish them and candles that flickered in the light breeze. Harry couldn't believe that Draco had done all of this in an hour and he had done it just for him.

"Do you like it?" Draco asked nervously?"

"It's … beautiful," Harry said as he struggled to take it all in. Still hand in hand the Slytherin slowly walked his mate to their picnic, something which he considered to be their first official date, the first of hopefully many to come.

They sat together, so close that they were constantly touch one another, flirting and laughing, sharing the occasional kiss as they ate and they talked. Draco found it frustrating that Harry refused to reveal anything about his life before Hogwarts had started but he respected his privacy, at least for the moment.

Draco took it as a good sign when Harry asked to get a photo of the two of them together to add to his photo album. As they took it Draco turned and gave Harry a sneaky kiss to the corner of his lips that made the Gryffindor smile, knowing that that would be immortalized in the picture for him to treasure.

As the sun began to set on their day and the air began to gain a slight chill to it Harry made a decision, turning to Draco he tucked a stray blonde hair behind his ear before kissing him, a long drawn out kiss that he savoured. Tonight was the last night they would be together, Harry was determined to make it special.

"You don't have to prove anything to me anymore," He said, his voice soft and tender as he caressed his cheek, "I'll be with you."

"Do you mean it?" Draco asked, his heart racing as he heard Harry give in to him. The stubborn Gryffindor was bending to his will and Draco was just too happy to question why. He didn't want to think that Harry would say this if he didn't mean it.

"I do," He said as he continued kissing his handsome blonde Slytherin. Draco couldn't help but smile into the kiss. He had his mate and they were going to be together without any feeling of obligation. "I need to feel you Draco, please," Harry pleaded through their feverish kisses.

Draco nodded, "Come with me," He said, deciding that it was time, getting to his feet and bringing Harry with him. With haste they headed for the castle, disappearing down into the dungeons without coming across anyone that might have hindered their progress toward the Slytherin dormitories.

Reaching Draco's bedroom Harry's heart began to pound loudly in his chest, his nerves kicking in at what they were about to do and more than anything else he was feeling he sensed the guilt as it started to edge in. He was taking something from Draco without giving anything in return for he couldn't keep his promises. Tonight would be their last night no matter what was said. By the break of dawn the next day he would be gone.

"If we do this," Draco said as his hands gently travelled up and down Harry's arms, "There isn't any going back, we'll be together."

"I know," Harry said trying to keep the sadness from his voice, leaning in to claim the others lips while beginning to undress him. Slowly their clothes were discarded, teasing kisses and tender caresses exchanged as they explored each other tentatively. Falling on to the bed they were consumed by each other. Nothing else mattered because they were together. Passion fuelled them as they lay together, a tangle of limbs and satin bed sheets, making love to each other.

Draco could feel the magic as it flowed around them, sealing the bond that they would now share, his Veela heritage becoming more dominant as he claimed his mate as his own. Possessing him, loving him, desiring nothing but him.

In the aftermath Draco succumbed to sleep but Harry couldn't. Now was the time to say goodbye.