That was... interesting? He had always known he was a Veela. Petunia had taken him aside and explained it, caring about him just enough not to let him die. He hadn't known that Hermione and Draco were aware of it though. Harry hadn't really intended to find his mate. He had defeated Voldemort, what more was there to do? His days felt empty, he wouldn't mind dying, perhaps the third time he would stay dead. Hopefully. Still, Draco was making him feel for the first time in a while. Luckily last night's dreams weren't as erotic as some nights before. That would be embarrassing to say the least. There was no way Draco was going to agree to bonding with Harry, so there was no reason to be thinking about him. Oh yes, Harry was fully aware that Draco was his mate and had no intention sharing that information. After all, it was easier this way. Dying alone. He didn't want to drag anyone else down with him. Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Draco staring at him throughout each lesson until he was cornered in the bathroom.
"Listen. I'm sorry but someone needs to make sure that your wings are developing properly. I'm assuming you don't want to go to Madam Pomfrey?"
Harry shook his head. Draco did have a point. He just couldn't understand why Draco had sprung upon him in such a manner.
"Can we do it in a stall please Draco? I'm not comfortable with them yet."
Draco nodded and followed Harry into one. Harry was glad to find it was magically enlarged with plenty of room for him to spread his wings. He peeled off his robes until his chest was bare, noticing how Draco strained not to look at him. Smirking slightly, he knelt down and turned round, exposing his back to Draco. He slowly relaxed his wings, releasing soft raven black feathers with golden strands weaved in. Draco gasped and Harry felt his heart flutter. Despite everything, he still had that primal instinct to please his mate. Draco's hands stroked the feathers, smoothing them down. His touch sent shudders through his body and soon Harry was purring, melting at the Slytherin's fingertips. Draco carried on, raking his fingers through the dark plumage. Draco moaned, a noise that shook Harry to the bone. Harry was suddenly desperate, only just having the restraint to wrench his wings away and wrap them round his body. His shoulders slumped and suddenly he was sobbing, vaguely aware of a terrified Draco trembling in the corner. He was the Saviour of the Wizarding World and he could barely control himself around his mate. He looked down at his hands and (seeing that they had turned grey with a thin layer of feathers) came to the realisation that in his moment of distress he had transformed into his Veelan form. His nails were now more like talons, body much more muscular and at least a foot taller. His wings now hosted spikes at the tips, feathers no longer possessing a trace of gold, instead refined like tiny razor blades. He could understand why the blond was scared: he was a monster. This had only happened once before, the forbidden forest when he and Draco had detention. Somehow he had managed to calm himself down before he had fully changed, meaning Draco hadn't seen. But know he saw, and he was terrified. Terrified of Harry.