Hello again! It's not a year this time! -cheer-

I'm going to go a little out of character and address the reviews first. It shan't take long, so no worries!

Save-a-broom-ride-a-player: Okay, first of all, may I tell you how much I ADORE your name? Second of all, no, this isn't a Draco/Harry fic. I love reading them, but am pretty much crap at writing them. But for some reason, I have no problem writing THIS slash pairing. And join the slashiness! It makes for excellent entertainment! J

Hendrick24884: Here's more! I hope you enjoy it.

Zoeyua: It's quite all right. I'm trying to keep Severus in character, and hope that I'm succeeding. Also, I figure that Ron (figuring from his reaction in PoA) has grown up with a severe phobia of werewolves. He's just trying to cope with the thoughts that his best friend is one of the terrifying bloodthirsty creatures he's heard so much about. Thanks for the feedback on the characters; I'm trying to stay as close as I can to the books… personality wise. Of course, certain liberties must be taken, but… Anyway, Draco's plan (see below) is to basically pull Harry aside and confirm some theories of his.

Chibi Tsuki Hikari: I am terribly sorry… your review made me laugh. Draco, as you'll read, is NOT Harry's mate. See save-a-broom-ride-a-player's review response as to why. And Severus is Remus' mate. To Harry, it'd be practically like incest. I think that I reveal Harry's mate soon. If not, then I'll write that next. Poor kid… all alone (not really) in big bad Hogwarts…

Now onto the story!

Last time:

Sure enough, someone on the other side of the hall was putting two and two together. Draco gave a glance to the just-waning moon, then to his exhausted enemy. Draco would have to get Potter alone.

God, Draco hoped he was right.

The next day, Harry rolled out of bed, still feeling tired but much better than the day before. Ron was standing by his bed, one arm in his robes, looking awkwardly at Harry. Harry greeted him cheerily.

"Hey," he responded warily. He averted his gaze and finished dressing as he asked, "So, uh, how was the full moon?"

Harry rummaged in his trunk for his clothes. "Honestly? It sucked. I'm happy that it's not for another month."

Ron snickered, brushing his hair. "So you've got your own kind of monthlies, eh?"

The brunet groaned, but realized that this might help Ron act more normally around him again. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Gotta suck." Ron said.

"Yeah." Harry called out from inside his curtains. He tugged his shirt on over his head. "But at least mine isn't as long as, say, Hermione's or Lavender's."

"Gross!" cried Ron. "I didn't need to think of them like that."

Harry shrugged. "Guess so."

A pause descended, then Ron asked, "Ready? It's almost breakfast time."

"Almost." Harry said, jerking open his curtains and running a brush through his hair. "I'll catch up to you, okay?"

Smiling for the first time in a while, Ron left.

Breakfast passed normally (Harry, for once, did not fall asleep in his food), as did Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws. It was only Herbology with the Slytherins that Harry's day began to go downhill.

"Now, students, partner up!" shouted Professor Sprout. Normally, Harry and Hermione partnered, while Ron and Neville joined forces, but their whole system changed with just six words.

"Can I partner with you, Potter?"

Harry turned at Malfoy's voice. He looked at the apparently-sincere blond, then nodded warily. A Hermione's protest, he said, "I'd better find out what he wants here. With witnesses."

Malfoy led Harry over to a secluded corner and began their assignment.

"So, Potter," he started casually. "How was the full moon?"

Harry paled. "I- I don't know what you're t-talking about." He stuttered. He looked at the others in the classroom; no one else seemed to have heard Malfoy's unbelievably revealing question.

Malfoy snickered. "I hope that's not the line you plan on using every time, Potter. Because, frankly, that poker face sucks."

Harry turned, practically snarling at his classmate. He had an unbelievably strong urge to discipline the other boy, which made him blink in surprise. Malfoy smirked.

"Felt that too, huh? We'll, I'd best hold my tongue around you, wolf."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Me?" Suddenly the other boy was the very picture of innocence. "Why, who said I wanted anything?" As Harry opened his mouth, he continued, "Well, I do, of course, but you know. No assumptions, et cetera. But …" the blond frowned. "Since last month, I have found it remarkably hard to hate you. Or even dislike you a little bit. Now, do you know why that could be?"

Harry shook his head, brows furrowed. "No clue. For a while, I thought you were my mate, but that's impossible."

"Why?"

"Not just because you're you... Just the way I am… it's impossible. But I do think we're 'related' in some way. I just don't know how."

Malfoy got a thoughtful look on his face, not taking offense at Harry's obscure sentence. He knew he'd probably feel the same way if their positions were reversed. "So someone close to me is your mate?" Malfoy said cautiously. As Harry nodded, Malfoy asked, "Is it any of my Housemates?"

Draco watched the other boy examine each of the Slytherins, then shake his head. "Good for you. I couldn't imagine being tied to Crabbe or Pansy for life. But I'm not close to a lot of people."

"You're not?" Harry asked, surprised. "But you're always with people!"

"Yes, but I'm not close to many. There's a major difference there." Malfoy sneered.

Harry snarled at the other boy, "Don't save that tone with me!" He stopped and got an odd look on his face. "Well, that's weird. I'm… but you're…" He turned fully to the blonde and stared him in the eye as if daring Draco to lie to him. "What are you, Malfoy?"

The blond sneered some more, but it seemed weak now. "Why do I have to tell you?"

"Because the two of us are acting civilly. Something must be up with you too. So tell."

"Veela."

"What?"

"I'm part Veela, as is my dad. Hence the pale features, the beauty, the –"

"Arrogance?"

"Very funny, Potter. No, no, it's just that Veela only react to some species. Weres, vamps, and… one more, but that escapes me at the moment. So once you acted so tired after the full moon, it was fairly obvious."

Harry worked in silence for a moment. "Are there any other Veela at school?"

"No. Or else they would be following me around like a puppy." Draco smirked, then boasted, "I'm dom."

Harry looked at the plant and decided it needed water. "I'm a sub, apparently. So that's what I meant; it doesn't make sense."

"Only thing I can think of is if you were like a parental figure. But that wouldn't make sense, as my parents are still together."

Harry shrugged. "Well, what now?"

Draco shrugged back. The two continued to work, this time in silence.

Well, there you have it. Next up: Remus and Severus find that Draco knows, and invite him to dinner for interrogation. I have a chunk of next chapter written, but I need to finish writing it, then type it. I have finals coming up for summer school (not to mention a busy-for-once social life) so the next chapter may be a time in coming. I'll try hard to have it up by the end of the month, though. I hope you enjoyed this one!

Best,
Cat