The growls in the large room were bouncing of the walls and Draco hid a flinch as he moved forward. He steeled himself, he was smaller, he wasn't dominant but he did know how to fight and he just needed to manage to ignore Harry's dominant pull just long enough to get a hit in.

He glanced at Aidan who looked downright overjoyed to have two dominants fighting over him and Draco straightened his shoulders, Aidan could not have Harry. He turned his eyes back to Harry and moved his feet heading towards him. He didn't want to fight Harry… he was sure he would lose… but he wanted Harry's attention on him, not the other boy.

Harry was grinning, eyes bright. They were getting closer and Draco watched Harry move, nearly bouncing from one foot to the other. He realized he should be moving too, he was too stiff, but it was hard to see around how afraid he was… how angry he was that another veela would dare come on his territory. Oh, he was so very messed up.

They were in striking distance now and Harry circled around him. Before he could think better of it, or beg Harry to take him, he pressed in and started to swing. Harry's eyes moved to his fist, and Draco used the distraction to swing his leg out, catching Harry behind the knee.

There was a moment of pure shock and Draco saw Harry's eyes widen as he stumbled, but the grin never slid off his face. He regained his balance and now Draco's element of surprise was gone, he wouldn't fall for it twice. This time he almost desperately swung out his fist, surprised when he actually managed to land the hit on the side of Harry's jaw.

He was elated for a moment until he realized that Harry hadn't even attempted to stop him. He was backed up when Harry was suddenly in close to his body, laughing, Harry was toying with him. He tightened his fists and tried to take on a fighting stance again, but was nearly knocked back when an open fist slap caught him in the face. He whimpered out, hand going to his face, but that was none of the force Harry had used in previous fights. Did he suspect something?

That thought made him scramble backwards searching Harry's face. "Retreating so soon?"

There was no sign that Harry thought he was being deceived, but there was a disappointment on his face. A glance at Aidan showed him frowning, apparently they weren't putting on a very good fight. "No."

"Then get back here and fight."

His lip curled, right, Harry was trying to win over Aidan and wanted to put on a good show. He rushed forward, bypassing a hit to ram his body into Harry, trying to take him off his feet. Not his smartest move he realized as they ended up tangled together on the floor. Under him Harry was stunned for the moment, he might have hit his head and Draco put every bit of power he could into his swing, infinitely surprised when it landed again, snapping Harry's head to the side.

He had a moment to feel triumphant and then the grin was off Harry's face. Draco was launched off him in a flurry of movement and then he was under Harry, pinned down and a responding fist hit him hard in his left cheek bone and he cried out, trying to block his face.

He didn't expect Harry to pull back and rock to his feet and he stumbled when his arm was grabbed and he was up too. He shrunk back from Harry, but he wasn't allowed to do so. Harry held his arm and pulled him in close, grabbing his other wrist when he tried to raise his hand. Harry's eye was already showing signs of bruising and Draco finally finally made some kind of mark on the other boy.

"You're a terrible fighter."

"You're the one with a black eye." The adrenalin running through his body let him snark without being afraid for a moment, and he wondered why he was able to fight at all, though he wondered if it had something to do with that his veela realized he was… kind of… fighting for the attention of a dominant.

Another slap landed across his face and he heard a laugh from across the room and with sudden clarity he realized what Harry was doing. He had thought… he thought maybe Harry sensed something and was purposely taking it easy on him. Now… Aidan's face was lit up with amusement, eyes firmly on Harry. He was showing how small a threat Draco was, because yes, what a powerful dominant Draco would make when he could be subdued by a few slaps across the face.

He choked back his anger (disappointment disappointment) and tried to pull away but Harry pulled him close again, "Fight isn't over."

He was going to cry, face flushed with humiliation, "You win, you can have him."

The hands in his shirt tightened and Harry growled out, "The fight isn't over."

He wanted to be out of sight before the tears started, he was so stupid. Why was he even trying to win Harry over? He couldn't have him, hell, even if he hadn't had to hide that he was submissive Harry still wouldn't have chosen him. Why would he choose someone he hated over the droves of veelas that would be vying for his attention? Desperate to get away he tried to bring his knee up, but Harry only made a tutting sound and shoved him hard to the ground. "You never learn."

He tried to stay down, Harry should be decent enough to accept the submission and leave to go woo Aidan but he was being pulled to his feet again and Harry pulled him until they were flush against each other, one hand wrapping in Draco's hair to tilt his head up so their eyes met.

Harry's voice was low, only for his ears, "What's going on Malfoy?"

Draco knew he couldn't smell him, the dominant scent still surrounded him, but Harry's face showed that something about the situation didn't seem right, wasn't right. For a moment Harry glanced past him at Aidan, and Draco couldn't help it as a hurt sound made it past his lips, and he used the hand Harry wasn't holding to swipe at his face, trying to hide tears. Harry's eyes jerked back to him, and for the moment Draco couldn't put his defenses up and he knew just how plainly the hurt showed on his face.

They stared at each other for a long time, Harry studying his face and Draco was too terrified to say, to do anything but stare back. When he started to lean into Harry he was released, stumbling backwards. For a moment he felt Harry's pull, sure that he was trying to pull in Aidan now that he had won and before he could see that, before he could break down into tears in the middle of the room he turned on heel and fled.

Draco didn't head immediately back to his dorm, taking the long way and killing time before he got there, trying to pull himself together. It wasn't working very well, but nearly an hour later finally the tears subsided and he was able to breathe without feeling like he was going to sob, so he headed towards his room with heavy feet.

Inside the Slytherin dorms Draco ignored the looks he was getting as he stormed in, clothes disheveled from the fight, tears steaks down his face, eyes red and puffy. He imagined that right now Harry was touching Aidan, making him laugh, being near him and that should be HIS place. Which wasn't completely right because really Draco didn't want to be on his knees before Harry, at the other boy's whim but no one else should be there either. If anyone was going to be it should be him… but it wouldn't be!

He let out a snarl of frustration, he didn't even know what he wanted and it was all his father's fault! He wasn't him… he couldn't be everything he wanted him to be. Maybe he didn't want to be like him. He moved to his dresser and yanked the drawer open and angrily grabbed the dominant scent his dad had given him and chucked it at his bed. It bounced off, rolling under Blaise's bed. He stood there, breathing in and out slowly, relishing the moment of rebellion against his father, but finally dipped his head down with a sigh, moving to go get it.

He had just reached Blaise's bed and leaned down when the door to the dorm slammed open and he startled, jerking upright.

"-and Potter sent him home."

He completely forgot what he was doing and whirled to face Crabbe, "What about Potter?"

Crabbe had the decency to look apologetic, "Draco, we didn't know you were in here."

Goyle's voice held an almost sneer which shocked Draco, "We thought you'd be at Madam Pomphrey's." He glanced at him, "You don't look too injured."

A glare did nothing to get the sneer of Goyle's face so he turned to Crabbe, "What about Potter?"

"After your… fight he sent that submissive Veela away. Pissed off the parents right good I wager."

Draco almost felt like he couldn't breathe, "He didn't… he sent Aidan away?"

"Yea, I guess."

Goyle added, "From what Blaise said the minute you were gone Aidan came up to him and Harry shoved him away. Told him he didn't choose him." The tone wasn't friendly, "Blaise said you let him bitch slap you all across the room."

He managed to give the other boy a halfhearted sneer, but his mind was on other things. Harry had sent the other veela away… he didn't have interest in the other boy? He fought down the pleasure that wanted to rise with that as he tried to remind himself that Harry hadn't sent him away because of him… in fact it had probably been because the other boy looked so much like him that Harry hadn't wanted him. That must be it.

He vaguely was aware that Crabbe was trying to talk to him but he ignored him, lost in thought. He climbed on to his bed, trying to sort through what had happened. What did it mean that Harry sent Aidan away? He put up a privacy cover over his bed to drown out the other boys, it was early but it had been a long day and he wanted nothing more than curl into his bed and spend a few minutes without worrying about who he had to be, or who he had to please.

The dominant scent potion remained, forgotten, under Blaise's bed.

Heh.