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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. belong to JKR. I am not JKR. Therefore, Harry Potter and Co. are just here for me to play with. And I do so love to play…
Pairing: Harry/Draco so this is SLASH.
No MPREG in this story though it is IMPLIED that it happens in the future. If, by some odd reason, I change my mind, I do apologize now.
Also, Blaise Zabini is a girl in this story of mine. I know that in book 6, JKR finally reveals the gender of Blaise, but this was started before book 6 and anyways, I am not JKR so anything, ANYTHING, I write here is AU.
MY STORY IS AU.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
HISTORY OF VEELAS cont.
Veela have been known to accept all manner of Mates. From Muggle to Merpeople and fairies to fauns, anyone can be the Alona of a Veela, though Wizards and other Veela are the main choice for born Veela to choose from. A born Veela is a true Veela and a non-born Veela is a mate that is not a Veela by blood.
In the future it will become hard for a born Veela to be able to sense their mate without having prior meetings with their chosen as the inbreeding of other species increase and the 'pureblood' views become stronger. Soon, there will be no such thing as a pureblood anything. The Muggle world is growing as the Magical world becomes smaller. And soon, pureblood views will have to grow to encompass all Magical beings. Unfortunately for those steeped in the pureblood view, those considered Muggle-born will be needed to keep our society growing. Veela's are one such society that has struggled greatly with the stigma of pureblood as it is quite possible that the mate of a Lord or Lady could very well be a non- magical being. Though, as a society, Veela's have struggled with the pureblood stigmata, they are one of the few magical creatures that are more accepting of others.
It is estimated that in the next 200 years there will be no true 'purebloods' left, though that will not stop the fanatical that feel that only a true magical being has the right to exist in our world. The question remains: What classifies a 'true magical being'?
Excerpt from : Veela and their Rights
By: Lord Lucien Erain Malvolio
Information courtesy of The Hogwart's Library
anno domini merlin 1921.
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Everyone turned to face the sound of the running steps, some with wands clearly displayed and others with a sense of excitement, but all were disappointed in who it was that rounded the corner.
Ginny Weasley, panting and with a face that was unattractive with its redness, stumbled to a halt. "Wha-?"
"Ms. Weasley," Lord Malfoy's curt voice slashed through the silence her abrupt entrance made, "is there something that we can do for you?"
Ginny looked at the imposing picture that the figure of Lord Malfoy made standing there wand pointed directly at her heart and gulped loudly. She was not as out of breath as first thought but she could not speak through her fear. Her frantic gaze took in the tableau of the people in front of her. Her brow furrowed in confusion at what she saw.
The Slytherins and Lord Malfoy, along with Madam Pomfrey, stood in a semi-circle in front of Harry's closed door. The Headmaster, Hermione and her brother Ron, stood in front of them and they looked quite agitated. She had never seen that expression on the Headmaster's face. Hermione, as usual, had a thoughtful look on her face and she could tell that Ron was about to blow if he hadn't already.
"I-uh," Ginny stuttered.
"I see." Mr. Malfoy's voice was cold, "it is clear that simple language skills and etiquette were not taught in your house, Ms. Weasley." He lowered his wand but it was clear from his facial expression and his tone that she was beneath him. The fact that he didn't put his wand away and that he was standing in front of Harry's door worried her.
"Ginny, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked as she frowned at her. Ginny should have been heading for her first class, not to Harry's room.
Thinking quickly Ginny gambled, "I came to see Harry."
"And, pray tell, Ms. Weasley, why would you need to come see Mr. Potter this early in the morning." Lucius was furious at her presence but knew he couldn't hex her in front of the Headmaster and her family.
"I need to get my books." Ginny lifted her head proudly, though it was not true, she knew no one here would know that. That is, if her brother kept his mouth closed.
Lucius narrowed his eyes at her, it was clear to him that the young woman was lying, but he didn't know what to do about it. It sounded to him as if she was implying a familiarity with Draco's bedine that did not bode well for the two young boys in the other room.
Hermione knew that Ginny's crush on Harry had morphed into something more, but she also knew that Harry was not interested and there was no way that Ginny could be telling the truth. But she didn't know what to say to refute her claim so she kept her thoughts to herself until she knew more about what the other girl was up to. Hermione smiled to herself as she felt Ron flinch beside her, or she could just wait for him to implode.
"Ginny," Ron snapped, he knew full well what his sister was up too and he would absolutely not let her get away with it. He may hate the Malfoys with a passion but he would never interfere with a Veela bond, especially since it seemed to involve Harry. "Your books are in the common room."
Ginny flushed and sent Ron a scathing look. "It seems you have no business here." Lucius' eyes promised retribution though his tone was pleasant.
"Ms. Weasley," Dumbledore said quickly before the other man decided that offence was to be taken and acted on his belief, "breakfast is over, you should get to class."
Ginny scowled at everyone but said nothing as she turned and stomped down the hall. No one but Lucius saw Pansy turn to Blaise and signal her to follow the littlest Weasley to make sure she left and stayed away. Blaise walked away with only a nod to acknowledge her orders and once again Lucius was proud of his son's friends.
After a few tense minutes Vince rounded the corner and said quietly as he stepped into Blaise's vacant place, "Professor Snape will be along in a few minutes, he is gathering the needed potions."
Lucius knew that Harry hated the man in question and had let the other man be well aware of his feelings, but he did hope that an argument was not in the future between the two. Lucius hated being the referee.
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Draco pulled Harry closer as he kept the tone of his voice as smooth as possible while inside his Veela side was screaming for the other boy to wake up. He didn't know how much blood Harry had lost but for it to worry his father that much that he would suggest taking him to the infirmary, it must be a lot. Draco was scared. Scared that Harry would never reach consciousness again and scared that when he did wake he would deny the claim. He was more scared than he had ever been in his life.
Draco lay there, holding Harry tightly, waiting for his father to get back with the Medi-witch and the Potions Master. He pushed all the questions from his mind. Hopefully, he would have plenty of time to ask all the questions of Harry that he wanted. He had two major ones running through his head right now: (1) Was Harry even gay? and (2) How did his father know so much about Harry?
As Draco was contemplating these questions, Harry moaned and started shaking. He pulled the other boy as close as he could but he couldn't stop the shaking. Draco was beginning to get worried when Harry started to mumble. Well, he thought to himself, Harry talks in his sleep.
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Harry couldn't stand the burning heat, the clawing, itchy feeling that made him want to crawl out of his own skin. He tried to reign in the feelings of despair that threatened him again but, as always, he was unsuccessful. The pain and darkness crept closer to him and the screams of the unknown hovered just on the outskirts of the darkness, pushing it in with every faint beat of his slowing heart. He tried to stop the screams but the need…the want…the hurt was just too much.
"A nian asa." The voice was calling to him again.
Harry cried out, "Ain A? J'lan re asa? Lessa, ain a?"
His heart and soul screamed for a release, a need, that did not come, that never came. Crying out in the blackness, dark and coldness all around him, had never resulted in any response before. The need burned him from the inside out and he knew, he just knew, that it was supposed to be a good thing, somewhere in the back of his consciousness it was screaming at him to wake. Now the intense need was killing him. Claiming him in red and pain and blackness. He remembered the last spike and how painful and erotic and wanted it had been and he cried out for something to end this all.
"Hayana? Nian?"
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Draco was frantic. Harry's moans and thrashings had increased in intensity. He had tried shaking him but Harry would not wake up. He didn't know what to do and the Veela in him was becoming frantic. When Harry's mummers became clearer to him he was very surprised. How did he know those words and phrases?
Draco lowered his head and responded to Harry's mutterings with the only phrases he could. "Asa'r oin. Asa'r a'a bedine. A nian asa."
Even with being unconscious, Harry heard the words whispered to him and he calmed immediately. His sub-conscious mind knew that Draco was there. It was just a question whether or not he would accept the claim once he was awake.
The second that Harry calmed down, Draco felt a huge sense of relief. He realized that his mouth was practically attached to Harry's ear and his breath ghosted across Harry's face. Draco's face reddened as image after image of lips connecting and the words that could be whispered in the ear in front of him ran through his mind. Not able to control the Veela when it was this close and this scared for its alona, Draco's lips closed over the sensitive nub of Harry's ear.
At that action, the unconscious boy moaned. It was a deep moan that came from his chest but was also filled with longing. Even in his unconscious state, Harry began to pant as the Veela nipped, sucked, and breathed onto his ear. When Draco let his tongue gently caress the shell of Harry's ear, he was surprised at the full body shiver and the groan that came from Harry.
Finally, his Human side made the Veela side see reason and Draco pulled back to look at Harry's now red face. He felt bad for taking advantage of his mate. Well, for a second he felt bad, and then the Veela in him started doing a gleeful dance and Draco smiled. He barely stopped himself from giggling madly. It was wrong to take advantage of Harry that way but the Veela in him could not have been stopped. That small action was sure to keep the Veela Madness at bay long enough for Harry to wake up.
He leaned down and whispered into the ear he'd just been lavishing his attention on, "I want you forever. I am so in love with you already that it scares me almost. It's going to be okay, Harry. Please, wake up for me, Niana."
Draco was overjoyed when Harry moaned lightly and moved closer to Draco's body. "I love that sound you make. I wonder if you will sound that way when I get to kiss you for the first time." He pulled his lower body away from the tantalizing heat of the naked body beside him. It wouldn't do for Harry to wake up and then be terrified that he was in bed with an obviously horny boy, though as soon as he pulled away, Harry murmured in protest and once again wrapped himself around the unresisting Veela.
Draco couldn't help but look loving at the one wrapped so tightly around him. He was so caught up with staring at the bewitching sight of his mate laying beside him that he really didn't pay attention to what he had been saying. Later, when he remember his lack of control, he would blush and mentally curse himself for his actions. But right now, the Veela in him was satisfied and the Human part of him was finding itself solely wrapped up in his, hopefully, soon-to-be mate.
Smiling brightly, Draco started back singing to his bedine. He switched to singing in the Veela Language and soon all traces of discomfort and protest were gone from Harry's face. It made his heart soar to see it. He sang through all the songs that he knew and then started again. Just as he was beginning to worry about the length of time his father had been gone, he was quietly interrupted.
"It is okay to fear for him, Draco." Came a soft and caring voice from the doorway. Draco's head snapped up and around and he was rendered speechless by who he saw standing there.
"Professor Sinistra?" Draco cringed at the squeak in his voice but he was surprised.
She took a few more steps into the room to take her to the end of the bed as she smiled down at the pair. "Your father is waiting outside for Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape to come and look at him."
"What are you doing in here?" Draco forced the Veela down, until she showed that she was here to harm his mate he wouldn't attack her, besides she must have said something to his father in order for him to let her stay in here with them, though what it could be he couldn't guess.
"I was going to wait in Harry's common room, but I heard you singing to him."
Draco grimaced, "not that. Here, as in here at all." He couldn't stop his tone form going accusing, it was the Veela in him.
"Oh, that," the Professor's face flushed in embarrassment almost making her look pretty. "Harry is…like a son to me, Mr. Malfoy. I wanted to make sure that he was okay when the wards went off. Imagine my surprise when I was confronted by your father."
Draco smiled a little at that, "yes, imagine."
"You may call me Sin." She smiled back at him, "though I have tried to get him to stop calling me that for years, it seems the name has stuck."
"Sin!" Draco tried very hard to keep the amusement from his voice. Her looks were nowhere near someone you would think would be called Sin. Valer Sinistra was tall and very thin. Her black hair was always pulled back in a severe bun at the nape of her neck and she always wore robes of a deep, almost black, purple; though Draco could admit that the style flattered her. And her face seemed to light up when she talked about Harry. Draco had to retract his earlier thought about her looks. She was also the last one he would have thought for Harry to go to for anything.
Sin smiled sheepishly at his amusement. "Yes, well. What do you plan to do, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Plan?" Draco frowned at her.
"Harry doesn't have anyone of our world to stand for him. I consider it my duty." Sin could not help but give a little bow to the younger Malfoy. After all, he would one day be a very important man in the Veela world. And the Wizard world if being mated to Harry Potter meant anything by then. Somehow, she doubted that Harry would want much influence in the Wizard world by the time this war was over.
"Ah." Draco said as he turned back to look at Harry. Since he had quit singing a tiny line had formed on his forehead. Draco soothed it out with a shaking finger. "Will he accept?"
Sin heard the fear that he could not hide. As he was this close to his hoped-for-mate, the Veela in him couldn't be repressed. Not that a Veela would suppress that side of themselves. Normally, they knew almost instantly, when recognizing their mate, if the claim was going to be accepted. She had never heard of a Veela having to wait for acceptance because their mate was unconscious. Though with Harry, she didn't know why she should even be surprised.
"That depends on you." Sin said gently.
"I have never treated him well." The worry in his tone was loud and clear.
"Harry is a very intelligent young man, Mr. Malfoy. I do believe he knows all about masks and roles that have to be played."
Draco waved a hand at her but didn't take his eyes from his bedine. "I-…," he sighed, "I hope so."
He let the silence linger before he remembered something she had said. Turning his eyes from his bedine he raised an aristocratic eyebrow at her before saying with a smirk she remembered from her class, "wards?"
Sin flushed as she sat on the trunk at the end of the bed. She gently folded her hands in her lap and gifted him with an intense look before sighing. "You see…"
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Holy Cow! It comes to mind that this endeavor of mine has been granted a life of its own. More so than any other story I have ever written. Is it my favorite…I honestly can't answer that question. But I do know that everything that goes on in my life has a tendency, in my mind, to revert to what would happen if I used that in a story? Sick I know!
This chapter, at the request of Malombra, has a little bit of Harry/Draco action. You may all thank her because I was going to make you wait. She demanded it, saying he had been in the shower long enough that his willy had probably shrank. Now…I know it has been a while since I was 17, and I am a female to boot (for all of those that didn't know), and I'm pretty sure a willy won't shrivel off from getting wet. I conceded to her demands. Well, actually, out of the whole chapter, I had a great time writing that part.
At the beginning of each chapter there is a little history that I have written. Yes, it has been written for a purpose. It is my hope that some of the things that I have envisioned for this story will not have to be explained at a later date because it has already been mentioned. For example: Draco's age…I hadn't wanted to explain about that for a few more chapters but there were so many of you that questioned it. I am ecstatic that it was questioned; don't get me wrong because that means that people read what I have written. And the language: I gave you a whole chapter history on the language…sorry, that is why I did not say what Harry said. Just keep in mind all the things I have mentioned as the upcoming chapters arrive. I think you will see what I mean…
Ain A? means May I?
J'lan re asa? means Where are you?
Lessa, ain a? means Please, may I?
Would everyone like a chapter devoted just to the language like I have the history? Also, I need a punishment for Ginny…nothing to harsh, but she DID try to imply a relationship with Harry and I don't see Draco, or Lucius, letting that slide. Be inventive for me please.
I wish to remind everyone that the views expressed in this story, this chapter in particular, are mine alone and do not represent anyone else.
Gosh, my authors note is long! As always-
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