When Veelas Collide

Chapter Six

AN: Well it was interesting seeing what choices you all wanted for this chapter, and too be honest it was too close to call so I decided to use two, you know the whole one leads to the other!

I must say its been so flattering to see all the reviews I've been getting for this story, a close friend of mine read it not to long ago and started ripping me to shreds over it (she's not a big veela fan), but then you guys sent me all your positive reviews and I knew I couldn't let you all down with this story so I showed her all your encouraging remarks and decided I'd show her what for!

So thank you for your patience and here's what you've all been waiting for……an update!


As he walked leisurely behind the blonde he tried desperately to exude an air of lazy indifference that boarded complete and utter disinterest, but in reality his insides were a twisted mass of nerves.

What if his secret had been uncovered? Was he here to tease and taunt him with the knowledge he now knew, to watch how he brought him to his knees with need?

The average veela side could be suppressed for far longer than that of a dark veela; Harry's cursed blood would drive him near the inside of insanity before his Slytherin mate even worked up the slightest of sweats.

Oh yes he was royally fucked if he'd been rumbled.

"In here Potter" the drawling voice brought him from his musings, reminding him of the start reality of his predicament, hiking up his chin he preceded the taller boy into the empty classroom, his panic was suffocating and when the door finally clicked to a close the sound seemed almost deafening in the silence.

"I suppose your wondering why I requested to speak with you" Draco Malfoy asked, he arched his brows and his silver grey gaze swept Harry from head to toe.

"The thought had crossed my mind Malfoy" he responded tartly, rule one when you were the pawn of a war you learnt how to mask what you were really feeling, and showing his panic would only serve to give the blonde leverage.

"You know Potter, I have to say that since our little encounter you seem to have left me with a great many confusing thoughts, not to mention questions" Draco stated softly his voice sounding almost like a sensual purr.

Harry felt his body tighten in response.

"I can't imagine why" he replied crossing his arms and levelling his companion with his best I'm bored and want you to know it look.

"Did you know I'm a veela?" Draco suddenly asked, his open honesty instantly took Harry by surprise, it was no secret that Slytherin were most guarded when it came to matters about themselves, especially if said matters showed they weren't as pure-blooded as they liked others to believe.

"Can't say that I did, good for you Malfoy" the lie ran smoothly off his tongue even while his mind was frantically calculating how best to make his exit.

His eyes kept drifting to Draco's lips causing flashes from his dream in the library to run fresh through his mind, they were so soft and inviting, panic suffused once again when his skin began to tingle with heat and his mouth went dry.

This was so not good.

God he wanted that body, every acre of pale creamy flesh open to his view, he wanted to touch, to mark, to caress and possess, he wanted that body inside his own filling the hollowness that just would not seen to leave him.

"My mate is in your house Potter, and to be frank I think you know who it is" Draco stated interrupting his train of thoughts, looking up he locked with those fascinating silver grey eyes which seemed to pierce straight through him.

The situation had shifted and was now becoming vastly uncomfortable, but with a will power he never knew he possessed he held the stare refusing to give anything away.

"Why would I do that Malfoy?" he asked his voice sounding strange even to his own ears, sighing he averted his gaze to just beyond the blondes shoulder unable to maintain the eye contact any longer.

He had to get away from him.

His body felt almost heavy from the wantonness that had seeped slowly within him, the enormity of what he was feeling was having a detrimental impact on him, his heart was racing, his breathing was almost ragged and he had to clench his hands to fists to quell the temptation to touch the body that stood merely a foot away from him.

"Look Malfoy, what reason would I have to keep your mate from you?" Harry asked feeling immensely pleased when he managed to inject the right amount of irritation into his voice.

He didn't want to be here a moment longer, all he could smell was Draco's glorious scent and knew without a doubt that he really did have to get out of the room, before he gave into the urges within him.

He'd already known that it would be hard, but he just hadn't expected to need Draco in the way that he did, it was easy to have an iron resolve when you were thinking of a situation, but when faced with reality the fantasy crumbled.

"As much as I'm enjoying this fascinating conversation I have things I would rather be doing" he said and turned towards the door, breathing a silent sigh of relief he took a step towards his freedom.

He'd barely taken all but two steps when Draco grabbed him, the taller boy made a stand between Harry and his exit gripping his shoulders almost painfully.

"Don't fucking play games with me Potter, tell me who it is" Draco fumed obviously directing all of his frustration and anger onto the raven haired youth he held.

"Get your fucking hands off me Malfoy" Harry snarled in response struggling almost desperately against the iron like hold the blonde had him in, the need was back so fierce that it hurt, his senses were swimming and he was holding onto his control by the tiniest of threads.

"Whoever you hiding I'll find them eventually, their mine Potter……I need them" Draco stated his eyes glowing.

Maybe it was the desperation in Draco's voice that had caused him to do it, how it echoed out a raw need a need which Harry could relate to, or maybe it was the fact that he could no longer handle the blondes touch while his body cried out for release.

Either way Harry felt his whole being come to life and with a whimpered moan he reached up and captured the shocked Slytherin's lips into a searing kiss.

He poured everything he was into the melding of their lips, all the betrayal, anger, hate, doubt, love, everything he bottled inside he told Draco with the heat of his kiss.

Then he was being devoured, he sensed the blonde moving him and suddenly he was backed against the classroom wall his hands pinned above his head, every inch of his body moulded with the blondes as though he had been designed to fit there perfectly.

He moaned and his mouth was plundered by Draco's tongue, it danced with his own causing more heat to burn within him, his body hardened and yearned for release, yearned to bond with its mate.

His eyes flew open and he tore his mouth away, looking up he stared into an ocean of endless silver grey, they bore into him and Harry fancied they could see through to the very soul he hid within.

"It's you" Draco finally whispered breaking the silence.

Harry shoved the taller boy away from him eyes wide with panic, he lunged blindly for the door needing to get out, he imagined this was what it felt like to be claustrophobic to have everything fall in on you and you felt as though you couldn't breath.

Once again his arm was captured and he was spun round almost loosing his balance as Draco's gaze roved over his face, his features as though to memories them all, as though he was seeing him for the first time.

But he could not hide the shock, nor the fear which shimmered within his molten gaze and it was the sight of these emotions that jolted the Gryffindor into action.

Wrenching his arm away he sped from the room not sparing so much as a second glance for the Slytherin he left in his wake.

Perhaps if he had he would have seen the smile that curved the lips he had kissed only moments before, not a smile of regret or revulsion but one of surprised delight.


Harry Potter……chosen to save the Wizarding world……the portrayer of hope and light……the man to whom all wizards held their future dreams in……his mate.

Ever since he was a young boy Draco knew that fate had always had a sense of irony, so it would now appear he was correct in the assumptions of his younger years.

Lifting his slender fingers he caressed his swollen lips, he knew that were he to run his tongue along them that he would still be able to taste Harry there, that he would not forget what it had been like to have the Gryffindor's lips upon his own.

The raven haired youth tasted like nothing he had ever known.

Sighing he ran his hands through his silky locks and wondered where he went from here, it was obvious that the smaller boy was hiding something from him, something that he knew was fundamental yet could not quite be placed.

He had secretly admitted long ago that Harry was very powerful, but even the most powerful of wizards could not mask their scent from a veela, especially if they were the Veela's mate.

So how had Harry managed to conceal his presence from him?

His mind drifted back to that mind blowing kiss, the scent had suddenly filtered through his senses severing his fragile control, and it had been when he looked into those emerald eyes watched the way they dilated with passion so only a small ring of green remained that he had known Harry was his.

He'd been stunned with shock but he had been unable to quell the slight stab of panic he'd had nor the fear he felt, a fear that the Gryffindor would reject him; yes it had been Harry who had instigated the kiss but that did not pledge a life long commitment.

Plus Harry's reaction should confirm that his fears were well grounded, but it only served to cause more unanswered questions.

Why had Harry reacted that way? What had been running through his mind to cause the unmistakable flicker of fear in those green orbs? Why had he been so eager to get away from the room once inside?

It would appear that another meeting was in order, he was after all a Malfoy and Malfoy's always got what they wanted in the end.

He could freely admit that he wanted Harry; a part of him knew he'd always wanted him, after all only the raven haired Gryffindor was ever able to ignite any form of passionate response from him.

Anger, fights, verbal banter, it was all foreplay.

Well now Draco was through playing, he knew who his mate was and he had no intention of spending more restless nights alone, longing for the freedom he had sensed and the heat of an unknown body.

Harry Potter was about to discover the joys of being the mate of a Malfoy Veela.

But first he needed a plan of action, Harry was scared so would not come willingly, this would take some charm and since Draco was not called the Slytherin sex god for nothing it meant he could use seduction easily, it was after all his expertise.

A noise alerted him to another presence and turning he spotted a first year Gryffindor staring at him as though he were a god amongst men, her eyes were slightly glazed and obviously lust filled.

Rolling his own eyes in annoyance he was about to make a scathing remark to send her on her way when an idea began to take shape in his head, as it spread so too did a smile across his lips a smile which had a devastating impact on the young girl.

"Excuse me" he purred his voice laced with a smoky huskiness which caused the Gryffindor to shudder under its velocity.

"Could you tell me the Gryffindor Password?"


How the hell could he have been so stupid?

Sat cross legged in his bed Harry Potter was silently cursing himself for his own weaknesses, he had set his resolve but when push came to shove he had crumbled under temptation.

Why had he agreed to a meeting with Draco? God he must have had a moment of utter insanity to follow the blonde willingly of his own choice especially into an empty classroom.

He groaned when he thought of the kiss they had shared were his mind had gone utterly blank and he'd allowed himself to be caught, in fact he wondered what the hell he had been thinking kissing the blonde at all.

"God I bet he's laughing at me" he muttered darkly flopping backwards onto his pillow and staring up at the ceiling.

He didn't know enough about what he had become to let himself fully belong to Draco, and if the Slytherin's reaction was anything to go by the blonde sure as hell didn't want him to belong to him either.

Draco was for lack of a better word beautiful, he exuded sensuality like people said Harry himself exuded power, he needed that in his life, someone who was passionate, would yearn to break him and not treat him like he was made of spun glass.

He wanted the darkness he sensed in Draco to consume him, he coveted whatever rested deep within the recesses of the blondes heart but knew he would never be able to touch it.

God what a mess.

Why was it that everything, even his fate conspired to make his life miserable?

Now that he had made physical contact his urges would be out of control, they'd itch under his skin and begin to drive him insane until soon he would be seeking Draco out whether he wanted to or not.

Growling he pushed himself off the bed and began to prowl about the room, his whole body radiated the tension he was feeling, it seemed to seep from his every pore.

His lips still tingled and every acre of his flesh was crying out for the satisfaction he had denied it.

Snarling his frustration out he picked up his packet of cigarettes jamming one into his mouth he lit it, breathing in deep he willed himself to calm down watching with detached fascination when smoke billowed out and away from him when he exhaled.

So now that he had royally fucked up he needed to decide where he went from here.

Why was it that no matter what he did he was never truly free, he'd always be controlled by something, his headmaster, his duty, his aunt, uncle and now most despairingly of all his body his very blood.

Surely he was entitled to some semblance of normality……he deserved it god damn it.

Turning he let his gaze wander over to the Quiditch pitch spotting the Gryffindor team practicing, he did not regret his decision to skip but a part of him wished to be flying amongst the clouds now, to let the winds take his troubles if only for a little while.

The only problem was they would be there as soon as he returned.

Groaning he sank down onto the ledge, he threw his cigarette out the window and buried his head in his hands, why oh why had he not just kept his emotions in check? He had nobody to blame his predicament on other than himself.

How in the hell was he meant to remain aloof from the blonde when he shared nearly every damn class with him, mentally cursing he decided to evaluate his options.

He could ignore what had happened and he could try his best to ignore Draco, he could actually acknowledge what had happened but continue to act oblivious not making anything of it, or he could come clean and take things as they came after that.

Not the best list of options but there they were.

"You're such an idiot Potter" he mused at himself letting out a wry chuckle, some people would probably kill to be in his place, as Draco's intended he would be envied throughout the school yet here he was running away from the situation.

Exhaustion began to seep slowly into his body, his mental fight with his emotions and his constant hiding from Draco had drained almost every sap of energy he'd had.

He would worry about Draco and what he would do tomorrow, right now all he wanted was to fall into the welcoming oblivion of sleep, to close his eyes against the worry of the world and enjoy peace of mind.

Then when morning came he would decide what he was going to do.

Five hours later squinting through the darkness he couldn't exactly be sure what had woken him only that his body was wide awake and tensed.

He cast a look over the rest of the beds each one containing one of his sleeping housemates, their soft snores and heavy breathing signalled that they slept on peacefully undisturbed by whatever had woken Harry alone.

So what was it that had disturbed his own sleep?

Running a shaky hand through his already tousled hair he threw the covers from his body with unnecessary force and made his groggy way into the bathroom doing his best to remain as quiet as possible.

Filling the basin with icy water he plunged his head into it, he ignored the stinging sensation that came when he opened his eyes, he welcomed it, a stark reminder that he could at least still feel something.

He heard the click of the bathroom door closing, whipping his head up he shivered as the droplets began to run down his body, but when he looked about him he encountered nothing.

"I should have known you'd be more of a night person" a voice mused through the silence and he watched with widened eyes as a figure he had not expected to see emerged detaching itself from the shadows.

Stepping into his line of vision dressed in sinfully tight black leather pants coupled with a vest top of the same colour Draco Malfoy oozed pure appeal.

Harry felt a stirring within his blood and licked his suddenly dry lips.

"Malfoy……erm……what……um……what are you doing here?" he stammered completely caught of guard by the blondes presence in his dorms bathroom.

"Did you really think I would leave things as they were Harry, I mean you left in such a hurry we never finished our discussion" Draco replied softly his voice caressing as it spoke Harry's name.

"Do you have any idea what its been like for me, to ache with a need I didn't understand, to feel my salvation be nearly close enough to claim it only to have it taken away" he continued taking slow steps to Harry's frozen form.

Backing away slowly Harry wondered how best to get out when his back hit the smooth porcelain of the basin, his eyes widened when he realised that he now had nowhere else to go.

"Please Draco" he whispered not caring any more, the scent of the blonde was so intoxicating, he couldn't think straight, his blood was on fire and he didn't know how to douse the flames that burned within him.

Reaching forward Draco pressed his body completely into Harry's moulding himself to the youth he now had pinned against the basin.

"You've tantalised me for far too long Golden-Boy, do you expect me to walk away now I know you are meant to be mine" he whispered his breath ghosting over Harry's lips.

"Tell me you don't want me"

But Harry knew he couldn't and so with a moan he opened his mouth eagerly as the blonde devoured his lips, tongues tangled and breaths mingled only this time it wasn't a dream this was for real.

A tingling sensation spread through the already sensitive skin of his back, too drugged with passion he didn't understand that the reason he needed to hide things from Malfoy was on the brink of exposure, that his secret was about to be exposed.

In the pale moonlight that shone softly through the high windows of the boy's dormitory bathroom, two boys clung to each other as heat overtook them; hands caressed skin, lips moulded to lips.

And the feathers of a pair of white and black wings floated softly to the ground.


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