Disclaimer: None of it is mine. I only borrow them for a while and I'm not earning a cent. Frizzy writes marvellous fanfiction describing Draco as a veela. (Rowling: Harry Potter books, Frizzy: Magnetic Attraction)
Summary: DM/HP During the summer, before their last year in school starts, Draco Malfoy's Veela heritage is awoken. He's searching his mate and that leads him to the most unsuspected target. A hard and difficult one too.
************ The veela allurement ************
Ch10 The faults we have
Harry was absolutely seething and walking didn't seem to alleviate his mood at all. He wanted to see Hermione and Ron but couldn't just yet. He had to calm down before talking to them. In his current state he would probably anger them too.
He couldn't believe that the headmaster had thought that he would act like Voldemort. How could Dumbledore possibly believe that he would be anything like the monster that had killed his parents. The fact that the old man obviously did and even had had the nerve to say it aloud was most unsettling.
Harry didn't remember ever wanting anything remotely similar what he imagined Voldemort did. He didn't want to purify the magical community nor in any way harm the muggles, who he didn't regard as being inferior to him. Neither did he have any need or want to rule over anything else besides his own life. He didn't want the world and he certainly did not want more power like Dumbledore had suggested.
In his second year the headmaster himself had said that it was the choices that made people who they were, defined them and Harry thought he had chosen quite differently compared to Voldemort. Didn't the old man trust him at all?
Dumbledore's assumption had just been the final drop tonight. There was also the fact that everyone had known about this mate thing and had deliberately kept it from him until they had planned the best way to throw it on him in order to achieve what ever they wanted from it without considering him at all.
Harry was starting to see some reason behind it but he still didn't understand why they had chosen to do it this way. He would've understood if the headmaster or McGonagall would have spoken to him alone and explained it if Malfoy was unable to. But this sort of gathering was done only in order to pressure him into something he wouldn't want to do.
'Malfoy must be having a field day,' Harry thought miserably and some little voice was cheering in his head.
'Both Malfoy's actually,' he added to that but couldn't help but remember Malfoy's sad and pleading face. Few expressions he had never expected to see on him.
He had been tired of Malfoy and this never-ending quarrel between them for a long time now and he had even occasionally wanted to tell Ron to shut up when all his friend did was ramble over something the Slytherin had done. It was childish and served no purpose but that was the very reason that always stopped him from doing that.
Ron had every right to be childish and worry about such things. Ron didn't see nightmares nearly every night or have visions that would make anyone feel sick. Ron wasn't expected to fight against Voldemort nor was he burdened with the expectations of being a hero or the hope of the wizarding world since he was one. And Harry had no right to change that just because he happened to be in that position.
He had had some serious issues with Malfoy over these years but mostly it was over pride or hurt pride or just for fun and sometimes, over the need to hurt the other just like they had been hurt. But it had never been because someone was killed or because the most precious thing to them had been shattered and their world in ruins.
There had been few narrow escapes like when Malfoy's father had been put into prison and Harry had been somewhat guilty for it. But it didn't cross the line as Lucius Malfoy wriggled himself out of there in a few months and he had even done it seemingly legally.
Now this Veela thing had turned everything upside down. The only thing that made any sense was that Draco Malfoy was a half-Veela and even that was bordering the line. The idea that he was Malfoy's mate, a boy and a Gryffindor, was simply not possible. As far as Harry saw it, there could have happened a mistake. Maybe it would blow over if he just waited and stayed far away. He had enough of other things to worry about.
Harry drew a deep breath and stood up. The lake looked magnificent, shimmering in the night. He had purposely chosen a spot that couldn't be seen from headmaster's office. Harry kicked a rock in the lake and looked the rings spread over the water.
All this sneaking behind his back really frustrated him up to no end, especially when he knew his hands were tied no matter what Dumbledore and his little crew did. He knew that they could just ignore his feelings and outburst over this. Besides declining what ever it was they wanted, the most he could do to protest was to refuse speaking to them and maybe refuse to join the order if he was ever asked but nothing more. He knew that the ministry wasn't the main force fighting for the light in this war. Eventually it might be up to him to fight against Voldemort directly and he knew he couldn't get there alone. Though Dumbledore always praised the freedom of choice, in reality Harry knew he had none.
Dumbledore was an irritating, manipulative old badger whose nose you hardly noticed sticking into your business before it was way too late, but he wasn't just that. Dumbledore was also an old man, wise, powerful, firmly in the side of light, good strategic, irreplaceable and no matter how it seemed Harry knew the headmaster cared. Nothing was ever plain black and white.
He felt loyalty to the man and respected him despite everything. He had realized long time ago that Dumbledore wasn't omnipotent but only one man and he had liked him even more because of that, though at the very time it happened, it also made him hate the man more.
In many ways Albus Dumbledore was very much alike Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. Very few knew the real person behind the name and Harry hadn't figured it out yet if Dumbledore had wanted to become what he was today or not. He might have been forced to be what he was by fate, just as he himself was.
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He would go in now and maybe explain, at least some of this mess to Hermione and Ron. He would stay angry at the headmaster and the others, though when Snape was in question, it was nothing new. He would wait and see what would happen tomorrow. At least that was still a luxury he had.
He hated this rational side of himself. Hermione had to have something to do with it or maybe he was just growing up like Sirius had mockingly put it.
'God, I hope he and Moony will come soon,' Harry thought while he walked back to the castle much calmer.
**
Monday morning didn't start well to most of the students at Hogwarts. A small assortment of people was extremely edgy and it seemed to be contagious. Draco Malfoy was infuriated, for reasons unknown but he actually yelled other Slytherins, who soon saw it best to stay well out of his way.
During breakfast it became obvious that it might have something to do with the Gryffindor golden trio as they were not talking to each others either. It was highly unlikely that these things weren't related.
The head girl was apparently fighting with her boyfriend and they were snapping at each others over the head of Harry Potter. The head boy didn't seem to notice this as he clearly wasn't talking to either one of his friends but rather acted like they didn't exist.
The storm's first victim was Ginny Weasley, who only exchanged few words with the trio and then left the Great hall in hurry and looking very pink. She nearly ran over Professor Snape at the doors but to everyone's amazement the man merely reprimanded her, a Gryffindor, about the tendency of her house to do this to him and that if it was a plan of some sort, the planners would severely regret it.
After that, the gloomy man walked up to his seat at the head table, looked around and smiled. That unnerved many people and everyone felt sorry for those who would have potions that day.
The headmaster didn't came to breakfast but Professor's Snape and McGonagall must have had an interesting conversation because they both left the hall early with only half eaten breakfast's and cheeks tinted with red.
By that time Slytherins and Gryffindors had already lost quite a few points, Pansy Parkinson had made a scene in which she yelled at Draco Malfoy and poured her pumpkin juice all over Blaize Zabini's lap before also exiting the hall.
So Slytherins and Gryffindors walked around cautiously the whole day and later that just made them cranky. The Hufflepuffs merely sympathized with them and while trying to cheer up some of their friends in the other houses, got their share of the day's mood. The only one's mostly unaffected were the Ravenclaws but only because they decided to stick to themselves for the day.
**
The potion classroom was especially crammed that morning as most of the newt group was also there. It was time to get the ingredients for the assignments and everyone was shuffling around. Luckily not many groups had both Gryffindors and Slytherins but the overall mood of the day didn't help the situation at all. Only the fear of Snape held everyone's tongues back.
The oily Professor had already meticulously explained about the seriousness of this experiment as well as that most of the ingredients were restricted never to leave the dungeons, no matter the circumstances. The elves had prepared three unused classrooms for the students to use and every group had their own locked cabin where to store their things. They were free to handle the ingredients but the time of the actual brewing had to be informed to Professor Snape days ahead.
"You are not to change your room with another group. Some of these potions will develop fumes which will be harmful if combined with other potions and I expect that I don't need to point out that no ingredients, no matter how much they are the same, are to be swapped. Try not to spoil them because there won't be more and that would also result in a fail. Do believe me when I say that it will show in your marks clearly. I also hope I am making it clear enough that these potions aren't neither useless when ready or harmless while in making. I want detailed brewing diaries from every single…" Snape's lecture was interrupted by a knock from the door.
It opened to reveal Professor McGonagall. "Excuse me Professor Snape but I would need to borrow Mr. Potter as soon as possible," she said and then judgingly looked at the somewhat unorganized and crowded room.
Snape glared them all to sit quietly like mice and after a short discussion over the heads of the students it was clear to all that Harry Potter would be leaving this class just as Snape was finished with explaining this important assignment and all the requirements it held.
Fifteen minutes later Snape somewhat grudgingly ordered Harry to get out of his sight.
Harry couldn't read anything from McGonagall's face but suspected that this would be about yesterday. He closed the door behind him hunching a little and then resumed to follow after her. They walked up to the entrance hall and from there they continued the marble staircase to the first floor and further along the hallway until they arrived in McGonagall's office.
Harry had been there only few times but it seemed just as unchanged as the headmaster's office always was. There weren't many things nor was it in Gryffindor color but it was cozy. Everything was very clean and in order. The furniture was finely shaped and seemed old but in a transfiguration teacher's office you really couldn't tell.
She pointed a chair at him and obediently Harry sat down. At least this time there was no gathering in the room and Harry remembered that she was the only one looking somewhat uncomfortable and guilty last night. That made him a little less tense and he actually started to wait what she had to say.
"Mr. Potter, I invited you here to continue the discussion from last night." That point her voice took a more disapproving tone, "I admit you had reason to feel upset but I must say that I didn't expect that sort of behavior from you and I certainly expect you to control your emotions in the future."
She looked him sternly and Harry wanted to say something for his behalf, explain, accuse her in return, ask questions that had been on his mind since yesterday, but he chose not to. He only nodded and looked back at her.
McGonagall's face softened a little like she was approving his answer or the lack of it. Then she continued, "I was asked to relay the headmaster's apology. I am sure Albus will repeat it as soon as he will get a change to, as his behavior wasn't that impeccable either. And Harry…" she leaned a bit forward in her chair while considering what she was about to say.
"I know about the many burdens you bear and while I might add more by what I am about to say, it might also ease them. As you are aware, Mr. Malfoy is a half-Veela and you are his mate. This can not be overlooked or changed in any way." McGonagall stood up and went to the bookshelf on the left wall.
She was running her fingers over many worn books while she continued. "Veelas mate for life and they have no control over who their perfect mate is, that is if they are lucky enough to have one. But the lack of choice doesn't matter as the mate is perfect for them just like the Veela is perfect to the mate. The only perfect one." She took a thin white book and returned to her chair.
"I am aware of what happened between you and Ms. Corneman last year Harry. Though you students think that we teachers are blind when it comes to other things than your academical success or that we just don't care, but we do. I look after my students from when they arrive here as children until I see them leave nearly as adults and in many cases even after that. I can only advice with the experience I have that you shouldn't let what happened to deprive you from having other relationships."
Harry tried not to let the thoughts about the graduated Ravenclaw bother him but it was still somewhat painful. After all it had included one of the most embarrassing moments of his life thus far, not to mention that it had deep down also scratched his heart. He looked at the Professor on the other side of the table and bit his teeth together. He certainly didn't want to have a discussion about this with her and thankfully McGonagall seemed to take the hint.
"Harry, I would like to know what are your thoughts about last night and particularly on Mr. Malfoy?" She looked at him over her glasses.
Slowly Harry started to speak. "I didn't like the way it all was tried to push on me and Malfoy… Professor, I still find it a little hard to believe that I would be his mate. I mean we are two totally different persons. Frankly I don't see how we could be perfect to each others." Now he had finally got out the basic question that had been nagging him during the whole night and Harry surely hoped to get an answer.
"In your case, I would say that it is the opposites that complements each others but I am also sure that there is more to be discovered," McGonagall said now smiling a little.
"But how… I don't like him and he certainly didn't like me before," Harry blurted out.
"It is in the very nature of the Veelas that causes that Harry. The animosity between you two was mostly due to your differences. You both have very different backgrounds and upbringings, not to mention that as Slytherins and Gryffindors you have very different ways of looking life and that can cause disagreements. But those two views can also get along and even more than that. One point of view isn't necessarily more right than the other. For example, I have known Professor Snape for a long time. Since he was a student here actually and he has many qualities that make him a Slytherin. Despite of that we come along well as colleagues and some times I might even describe us as friends."
McGonagall looked at him searchingly before continuing, "We all have a little of every house in us and I do believe you can find the middle ground with Mr. Malfoy if you try. You two hardly know each others at all besides from one angle."
Harry did see the truth in that and if the one short moment in his life had gone differently, he would have ended up Slytherin and this conversation would never be held. But his question was still valid.
"I just don't see that I would ever want to share my life with Malfoy," Harry retorted but it didn't have the wanted effect on McGonagall.
"I understand you but try to look at this from his point of view too. Veela's mate for life and they can't choose who ever they want to. Mr. Malfoy will not ever find another mate or be satisfied with any one else but you Harry. I know it sounds pressing but the lighter side of this is that that kind of love is more or less perfect. It is regarded well worth the effort and from now on, if you haven't already noticed, Mr. Malfoy will not ever deliberately seek to hurt you but rather to please you in any way possible. It is not that he is changed but rather that he is changing himself. It is going to be hard for him in many ways and I do hope that you will not make it more harder than necessary." She looked at him warningly and though Harry would never expect Malfoy to behave civilly towards him if the tables were turned, but some little part in his conscience nagged that he shouldn't be unfair.
"You will also find when you learn more the Veela's that they are very dependant on their mates if they find one. And I don't mean only physically but also mentally. As time passes the unmated Veela sinks into depression and grief. Eventually, when they loose all interest in life, they let it slip through them and they will die," McGonagall kept a long, meaningful silence after that. "I do hope you understand a little better now Harry. This all isn't done just to please some whim but because a student really is in danger."
She let him thought about it for a while and Harry had to admit that a lot was always done for the students in Hogwarts. He knew about several examples even if he didn't count everything in which he was involved. Like when his parents had gone there, the shrieking shack was made as well as the tunnel from there in order to ensure that Remus would cope with his lycantrophy. Then there was of course Hagrid though he hadn't been allowed to stay as a student, but all in all naturally there would be special arrangements for Veela's too.
"No one wants to push you into anything Harry," McGonagall continued, "though there is all this talk about mate's but that is in a longer time frame. Last night we mainly wanted to ask whether you would be willing to ease Mr. Malfoy's life a little. He is in somewhat of a distress over this and very confused. Just to get things a little more under control, we thought that you would agree to share your rooms with him."
Harry's head shot up. Didn't she say that they weren't asking much?!
Clearly McGonagall noticed his expression and interpreted it right. "Rooms as in plural Mr. Potter."
Harry felt the blush rise on his cheeks and McGonagall coughed a bit.
"The mere closeness would ease Mr. Malfoy's state greatly and with time you might see some of those things you have in common and perhaps even become friends."
Harry didn't feel him self warming to that idea and then another thought came to him and he frowned.
"Professor, Lucius Malfoy was there yesterday. What did he think about all this?" '…and particularly when it came to Voldemort,' Harry wanted to add aloud but instead he left it hanging in the air. There was always the chance that this was all a plot to get to him again.
"As far as I was able to deduct, he thinks his son's happiness and well being first. Other possible problems will be handled when they arise but those are for Mr. Malfoy's to handle and him only. I am certain that family comes to him first." Harry saw that it was what McGonagall hoped but couldn't be certain.
After thinking again for a while, Harry said, "I'm sorry Professor but I can't do this."
As McGonagall looked somewhat surprised, Harry rushed to explain. "There are too many reasons not to do it. Not even something as simple as to share rooms with Malfoy. Even if I wouldn't count the obvious reasons like that he is a Slytherin and an annoying prat or all the things his last name causes, there are plenty of others, much more serious." Harry kept a pause to find the right way to put his words.
"Everyone around me are in danger. Everyone I care about are on Voldemorts target list because they would be a way to get me. As long as nothing links Malfoy to me, Voldemort will have no more interest on him. I don't want more people to get hurt because of me and it's not just Malfoy but what if this is a plot? Malfoy might be involved or not but it still would be the perfect way to get the people around me or some information we have. How could anyone be sure where his loyalties lie?" It was like a dam had burst inside him. All the things were linked to each others and the further Harry thought, the more came out.
"I'm not even sure that this love thing is real. How could it be when I was chosen just by scent. Even if we are thinking about Malfoy's well being, he surely has a longer life expectancy than I have, because if I got it right, he will die with me if we are close enough. Not to mention other practical things like that this year we have our NEWTs. I'm not sure if I have time for new friends, not to mention what my old ones would say about this. I don't want to loose Hermione and Ron over this which I certainly would do if Malfoy hangs around all the time and insults them." There was long silence after that while Harry looked at his Professor a little warily but she on the other hand seemed to be deeply in thoughts.
Finally she pushed the book she still had over the table to him. "This a good book about Veelas and their mates. I suggest you have a look because you will find some answers there. You had many good questions, even some that we didn't come up with the headmaster and Professor Snape and I am glad to see that you aren't rushing into things, in one way or another." McGonagall looked a little tired and suddenly Harry regretted that he had made this more difficult on her. He just really didn't want this.
"It is not right that someone of your age should be vary of having friends because they would be placed in life threatening positions, but you are right to be cautious. You also need to remember that your friends aren't in danger just because of you. I suppose you were referring to the Weasley's, Ms. Granger, your godfather and Mr. Lupin and perhaps to some of your other school friends?"
Harry nodded.
"The Weasley's have always been a prominent light family and as Arthur is working in the ministry and his involvement in the order is well known, which applies to the rest of the family also, they are all naturally You-know-who's enemies. Ms. Granger is a muggle born witch and that is sadly enough to place her in danger during these times. Your godfather and Remus have a whole history of their own with the dark side in which you play a very little role Harry. And most of your school friends belong to the families on the light side as well. Just because they know you, isn't the only reason they are in danger."
McGonagall leaned back into her chair as she continued, "what comes to your other concerns on Mr. Malfoy… well all I can do is to repeat that it is in the very nature of a Veela to protect their mate in any way possible. I very much doubt that Mr. Malfoy would be involved in any plotting against you and what comes to the bond between you… your death would effect Mr. Malfoy like you described but the alternative for a Veela, to remain after their mate, is not pleasant. Some might say worse than death." She was looking at him very seriously again and Harry wanted to fidget.
Eventually, when she was sure the point had come across, she continued, "All the teachers know about the situation and will be understanding about it. Times are very unstable for us all and I would hope that this might actually save you time rather than use it. You could help each others to prepare and understand things. I am sure Albus will be making that more clearer later and I would give the benefit of doubt for your friends Harry. Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger will understand and they won't abandon you so easily. That has been proved far too many times for my tastes. You could always talk about this with Mr. Malfoy. Then you could also ask him about the other things you are concerned about. So I ask you again if you would consider sharing rooms with Mr. Malfoy?"
Harry was silent for a long while. He was trying to take everything in consideration but it was different to talk about it than actually do it. Though McGonagall had had many answers and he was the head boy but still it nagged inside his head that it wasn't safe nor worth the trouble. He was already spending time with Malfoy in classes and they had homework to do together.
So Harry answered her, apologizingly, "Professor… I really don't think I can. Everyone would eventually realize what it would mean and Malfoy is still more safe when he isn't linked to me in any way."
McGonagall looked a little disappointed but she nodded that she understood. Then she escorted him to the door.
After Harry had left, Minerva sighed and rubbed her temple. She hadn't thought this to be this hard and what was worse, Harry had a point. She stood up and went to her fireplace and threw a pinch of green powder in the flames. Soon Albus' head popped there and she could just see the question already. Really he was far too curious for his own good.
"Harry refused Albus. I wasn't able to convince him," she just said.
The was a slight frown on the man's face but soon it was gone and the familiar sparkle was as good as ever in his eyes. "Maybe we can try something else then," Albus commented and Minerva didn't like his happy face at all.
**
Draco couldn't wait any longer. He had to see Harry and try to explain. He hadn't wanted anything like last night to happen and he had this odd clutching fear around his heart that maybe Harry was so angry that he would totally refuse to have anything to do with him anymore.
The pillow in his room had become an undistinguished lump by now. It was frustrating that he seemed to do everything wrong and it was getting on his pride severely. The detention had failed, all his attempts to befriend the Gryffindor hadn't done any good and now there was also the fiasco last night.
The headmaster had tried to encourage him by saying that he might just come up with something but really, the old dunderhead had thoroughly messed things up yesterday and if all his attempts would be similar… No, Draco wouldn't be putting a lot hope into that. And that was the reason he would be skipping his last defense class today as Harry would be having a free period.
As the last part of the lessons was about to begin, Draco signed to Pansy to cover for him while he imperceptibly headed towards the classroom door. The rest of the class were practicing on a spell and the Ravenclaws were, as usual, hoarding all the teachers attention with their endless questions and that suited Draco just fine. Soundlessly he opened the door and ran off towards the dungeons without anyone noticing.
When he arrived in front of the potions classroom Gryffindors were just filing out. Noticing Weasley's red head wasn't hard and usually Harry was found close by. To his amazement that was not the case this time and finally Draco was standing in the empty hall.
As Harry hadn't come out, he had to still be inside and Draco peeked into the room but only saw his godfather collecting papers from his desk. "Sev, where's Harry?" he asked frowning and just a little worried.
His godfather looked up and aimed a very murderous glare at his direction but Draco was more or less used to those. He only wandered in and went to help with the papers and hoping to get an answer soon.
Draco piled parchments over parchments but it seemed that this time the homework had had too long requirements. The rolls just kept on sliding back to the floor, which only served to make Severus even more grumpy.
"If they all weren't so stupid, I wouldn't need to make them do these pitiful excuses for a homework and I would be spared of dragging them around. And they still do not learn anything, blockheads…" the rest of the mutter was buried but Draco guessed it carried on much the same.
Not that he didn't sympathize with that problem… and actually as he didn't, Draco just sighed audibly and asked again, "Harry was suppose to be here but he didn't come out. Wasn't he here at all because I saw him during breakfast?"
"Your precious Potter walked off in the middle of the class with his head of the house. He is probably having a lecture about yesterday but Minerva will of course let it all slide. No sense of discipline, just like I said to her earlier today…"
But Draco was already heading towards the door and nearly ran straight into Dumbledore.
"Ah, I was lucky enough to catch you Severus," the headmaster looked around and locked his eyes at Draco, "but then again Mr. Malfoy will do as well as you seem to be busy. Going to your office?" Dumbledore lightly asked while stepping in the room.
"What do you want with him. Don't you dare to put any foolish ideas in his head Albus," Severus said warningly and was glaring the man with distrust.
"Severus!" Albus said in a mockingly shocked voice, "when have you ever caught me doing such a thing?" All the while Albus was directing Severus to the door and picking up the papers that were dropping from the pile in the potion Professor's hands.
Severus only snorted unbelievingly while taking the papers. Albus gave him the last nudge on the back to push him outside the door before adding, "besides they aren't foolish."
There surely was an enraged and well phrased reply coming to that but it was not heard through the door which Albus determinately closed. Then he corrected his glasses a little and strolled back to Draco.
Draco was warily eyeing the man that sat down on a desk in the middle of the room. He didn't like people who smiled that way or who were as unstable as this.
"I was just coming to inform Severus and you that Professor McGonagall had a talk with Harry about what we were going to explain him last night and that he agreed with her in many points." Dumbledore said while he was digging a pocket in his robes.
Draco was feeling slightly positive but everything that started like that, usually had a 'but' coming and he wasn't wrong.
As Dumbledore found what he was looking for, a small green box, he continued, "but Harry is also very perceptive and I am afraid he had few very good reasons for not to come along with our plan."
Draco felt his shoulders to hunch. He shouldn't have expected anything else after all this mess.
"The brighter side is that those reasons aren't impossible to overcome."
Draco hated the man even more but at the moment he didn't care because he clearly had things to do today. If only the man would spit it out already.
"Harry is a bit of protective over people and that seems to also include you Mr. Malfoy. He thought that if this all would be kept as a secret, then Voldemort couldn't learn about it and cause harm either to you or to him or to any one around and I must say that is a very good point."
Draco was surprised by the reason. He had expected a blatant refusal that could still be handled somehow or some sort of special demand from him or about the rooms but not this. When it sank in, he felt a wave of happiness to disperse the heavy feeling that he had dragged with him for days.
Then he frowned and looked questioningly back at the old man, "if Harry wants to keep things unchanged and if he isn't forced into this then how…?"
"I would agree with Harry if the situation was in any way different Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore suddenly said much more seriously, "but as it is what it is, I can only say that I don't see Harry's reasons to change even if the situation would and that is something we can be done."
It didn't seem to make any sense to Draco and he was getting frustrated at his confusion but as no more explanations seemed to be coming, he sat down too to think. Soon a dawning understanding came to him and he flicked his head up to stare at the old man. Had he just been given an answer to something he had never even asked.
Without delay he rushed to the door, going through everything he would need to do today but just before he left the room, he turned to look back. Dumbledore was still sitting in the middle of the room looking around with interest and Draco was sure Severus would be mentioned something utterly pointless about his classroom next time they met. Ever so slowly his mouth formed a devious smile and then he was off.
Before dinner that night he sent off two owls in a hurry. After that nothing was able to spoil his mood. Not even the highly flammable atmosphere around.
**
Next morning Harry was running to breakfast. He had slept badly and would be late for charms if he didn't hurry. But he halted his steps as soon as he got into the great hall. It had been buzzing with noise but when he arrived, it became ominously silent.
He was looking around warily as everyone's eyes were drawn to him like a magnet. Very conscious about the stares, he walked to his seat just to see Hermione and Ron looking at him also but they were more worried. Hermione had a Daily Prophet in her hands and trepidation filled Harry.
He didn't know what it was but he was sure he wouldn't like seeing it. While he sat down he silently took the Daily Prophet Hermione was offering him and rolled the paper out. A stone sunk low into his stomach. The head line was filling the whole first page announcing, 'A True Love Story?: The-boy-who-lived involved with a Veela!'
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Summary: DM/HP During the summer, before their last year in school starts, Draco Malfoy's Veela heritage is awoken. He's searching his mate and that leads him to the most unsuspected target. A hard and difficult one too.
************ The veela allurement ************
Ch10 The faults we have
Harry was absolutely seething and walking didn't seem to alleviate his mood at all. He wanted to see Hermione and Ron but couldn't just yet. He had to calm down before talking to them. In his current state he would probably anger them too.
He couldn't believe that the headmaster had thought that he would act like Voldemort. How could Dumbledore possibly believe that he would be anything like the monster that had killed his parents. The fact that the old man obviously did and even had had the nerve to say it aloud was most unsettling.
Harry didn't remember ever wanting anything remotely similar what he imagined Voldemort did. He didn't want to purify the magical community nor in any way harm the muggles, who he didn't regard as being inferior to him. Neither did he have any need or want to rule over anything else besides his own life. He didn't want the world and he certainly did not want more power like Dumbledore had suggested.
In his second year the headmaster himself had said that it was the choices that made people who they were, defined them and Harry thought he had chosen quite differently compared to Voldemort. Didn't the old man trust him at all?
Dumbledore's assumption had just been the final drop tonight. There was also the fact that everyone had known about this mate thing and had deliberately kept it from him until they had planned the best way to throw it on him in order to achieve what ever they wanted from it without considering him at all.
Harry was starting to see some reason behind it but he still didn't understand why they had chosen to do it this way. He would've understood if the headmaster or McGonagall would have spoken to him alone and explained it if Malfoy was unable to. But this sort of gathering was done only in order to pressure him into something he wouldn't want to do.
'Malfoy must be having a field day,' Harry thought miserably and some little voice was cheering in his head.
'Both Malfoy's actually,' he added to that but couldn't help but remember Malfoy's sad and pleading face. Few expressions he had never expected to see on him.
He had been tired of Malfoy and this never-ending quarrel between them for a long time now and he had even occasionally wanted to tell Ron to shut up when all his friend did was ramble over something the Slytherin had done. It was childish and served no purpose but that was the very reason that always stopped him from doing that.
Ron had every right to be childish and worry about such things. Ron didn't see nightmares nearly every night or have visions that would make anyone feel sick. Ron wasn't expected to fight against Voldemort nor was he burdened with the expectations of being a hero or the hope of the wizarding world since he was one. And Harry had no right to change that just because he happened to be in that position.
He had had some serious issues with Malfoy over these years but mostly it was over pride or hurt pride or just for fun and sometimes, over the need to hurt the other just like they had been hurt. But it had never been because someone was killed or because the most precious thing to them had been shattered and their world in ruins.
There had been few narrow escapes like when Malfoy's father had been put into prison and Harry had been somewhat guilty for it. But it didn't cross the line as Lucius Malfoy wriggled himself out of there in a few months and he had even done it seemingly legally.
Now this Veela thing had turned everything upside down. The only thing that made any sense was that Draco Malfoy was a half-Veela and even that was bordering the line. The idea that he was Malfoy's mate, a boy and a Gryffindor, was simply not possible. As far as Harry saw it, there could have happened a mistake. Maybe it would blow over if he just waited and stayed far away. He had enough of other things to worry about.
Harry drew a deep breath and stood up. The lake looked magnificent, shimmering in the night. He had purposely chosen a spot that couldn't be seen from headmaster's office. Harry kicked a rock in the lake and looked the rings spread over the water.
All this sneaking behind his back really frustrated him up to no end, especially when he knew his hands were tied no matter what Dumbledore and his little crew did. He knew that they could just ignore his feelings and outburst over this. Besides declining what ever it was they wanted, the most he could do to protest was to refuse speaking to them and maybe refuse to join the order if he was ever asked but nothing more. He knew that the ministry wasn't the main force fighting for the light in this war. Eventually it might be up to him to fight against Voldemort directly and he knew he couldn't get there alone. Though Dumbledore always praised the freedom of choice, in reality Harry knew he had none.
Dumbledore was an irritating, manipulative old badger whose nose you hardly noticed sticking into your business before it was way too late, but he wasn't just that. Dumbledore was also an old man, wise, powerful, firmly in the side of light, good strategic, irreplaceable and no matter how it seemed Harry knew the headmaster cared. Nothing was ever plain black and white.
He felt loyalty to the man and respected him despite everything. He had realized long time ago that Dumbledore wasn't omnipotent but only one man and he had liked him even more because of that, though at the very time it happened, it also made him hate the man more.
In many ways Albus Dumbledore was very much alike Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. Very few knew the real person behind the name and Harry hadn't figured it out yet if Dumbledore had wanted to become what he was today or not. He might have been forced to be what he was by fate, just as he himself was.
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He would go in now and maybe explain, at least some of this mess to Hermione and Ron. He would stay angry at the headmaster and the others, though when Snape was in question, it was nothing new. He would wait and see what would happen tomorrow. At least that was still a luxury he had.
He hated this rational side of himself. Hermione had to have something to do with it or maybe he was just growing up like Sirius had mockingly put it.
'God, I hope he and Moony will come soon,' Harry thought while he walked back to the castle much calmer.
**
Monday morning didn't start well to most of the students at Hogwarts. A small assortment of people was extremely edgy and it seemed to be contagious. Draco Malfoy was infuriated, for reasons unknown but he actually yelled other Slytherins, who soon saw it best to stay well out of his way.
During breakfast it became obvious that it might have something to do with the Gryffindor golden trio as they were not talking to each others either. It was highly unlikely that these things weren't related.
The head girl was apparently fighting with her boyfriend and they were snapping at each others over the head of Harry Potter. The head boy didn't seem to notice this as he clearly wasn't talking to either one of his friends but rather acted like they didn't exist.
The storm's first victim was Ginny Weasley, who only exchanged few words with the trio and then left the Great hall in hurry and looking very pink. She nearly ran over Professor Snape at the doors but to everyone's amazement the man merely reprimanded her, a Gryffindor, about the tendency of her house to do this to him and that if it was a plan of some sort, the planners would severely regret it.
After that, the gloomy man walked up to his seat at the head table, looked around and smiled. That unnerved many people and everyone felt sorry for those who would have potions that day.
The headmaster didn't came to breakfast but Professor's Snape and McGonagall must have had an interesting conversation because they both left the hall early with only half eaten breakfast's and cheeks tinted with red.
By that time Slytherins and Gryffindors had already lost quite a few points, Pansy Parkinson had made a scene in which she yelled at Draco Malfoy and poured her pumpkin juice all over Blaize Zabini's lap before also exiting the hall.
So Slytherins and Gryffindors walked around cautiously the whole day and later that just made them cranky. The Hufflepuffs merely sympathized with them and while trying to cheer up some of their friends in the other houses, got their share of the day's mood. The only one's mostly unaffected were the Ravenclaws but only because they decided to stick to themselves for the day.
**
The potion classroom was especially crammed that morning as most of the newt group was also there. It was time to get the ingredients for the assignments and everyone was shuffling around. Luckily not many groups had both Gryffindors and Slytherins but the overall mood of the day didn't help the situation at all. Only the fear of Snape held everyone's tongues back.
The oily Professor had already meticulously explained about the seriousness of this experiment as well as that most of the ingredients were restricted never to leave the dungeons, no matter the circumstances. The elves had prepared three unused classrooms for the students to use and every group had their own locked cabin where to store their things. They were free to handle the ingredients but the time of the actual brewing had to be informed to Professor Snape days ahead.
"You are not to change your room with another group. Some of these potions will develop fumes which will be harmful if combined with other potions and I expect that I don't need to point out that no ingredients, no matter how much they are the same, are to be swapped. Try not to spoil them because there won't be more and that would also result in a fail. Do believe me when I say that it will show in your marks clearly. I also hope I am making it clear enough that these potions aren't neither useless when ready or harmless while in making. I want detailed brewing diaries from every single…" Snape's lecture was interrupted by a knock from the door.
It opened to reveal Professor McGonagall. "Excuse me Professor Snape but I would need to borrow Mr. Potter as soon as possible," she said and then judgingly looked at the somewhat unorganized and crowded room.
Snape glared them all to sit quietly like mice and after a short discussion over the heads of the students it was clear to all that Harry Potter would be leaving this class just as Snape was finished with explaining this important assignment and all the requirements it held.
Fifteen minutes later Snape somewhat grudgingly ordered Harry to get out of his sight.
Harry couldn't read anything from McGonagall's face but suspected that this would be about yesterday. He closed the door behind him hunching a little and then resumed to follow after her. They walked up to the entrance hall and from there they continued the marble staircase to the first floor and further along the hallway until they arrived in McGonagall's office.
Harry had been there only few times but it seemed just as unchanged as the headmaster's office always was. There weren't many things nor was it in Gryffindor color but it was cozy. Everything was very clean and in order. The furniture was finely shaped and seemed old but in a transfiguration teacher's office you really couldn't tell.
She pointed a chair at him and obediently Harry sat down. At least this time there was no gathering in the room and Harry remembered that she was the only one looking somewhat uncomfortable and guilty last night. That made him a little less tense and he actually started to wait what she had to say.
"Mr. Potter, I invited you here to continue the discussion from last night." That point her voice took a more disapproving tone, "I admit you had reason to feel upset but I must say that I didn't expect that sort of behavior from you and I certainly expect you to control your emotions in the future."
She looked him sternly and Harry wanted to say something for his behalf, explain, accuse her in return, ask questions that had been on his mind since yesterday, but he chose not to. He only nodded and looked back at her.
McGonagall's face softened a little like she was approving his answer or the lack of it. Then she continued, "I was asked to relay the headmaster's apology. I am sure Albus will repeat it as soon as he will get a change to, as his behavior wasn't that impeccable either. And Harry…" she leaned a bit forward in her chair while considering what she was about to say.
"I know about the many burdens you bear and while I might add more by what I am about to say, it might also ease them. As you are aware, Mr. Malfoy is a half-Veela and you are his mate. This can not be overlooked or changed in any way." McGonagall stood up and went to the bookshelf on the left wall.
She was running her fingers over many worn books while she continued. "Veelas mate for life and they have no control over who their perfect mate is, that is if they are lucky enough to have one. But the lack of choice doesn't matter as the mate is perfect for them just like the Veela is perfect to the mate. The only perfect one." She took a thin white book and returned to her chair.
"I am aware of what happened between you and Ms. Corneman last year Harry. Though you students think that we teachers are blind when it comes to other things than your academical success or that we just don't care, but we do. I look after my students from when they arrive here as children until I see them leave nearly as adults and in many cases even after that. I can only advice with the experience I have that you shouldn't let what happened to deprive you from having other relationships."
Harry tried not to let the thoughts about the graduated Ravenclaw bother him but it was still somewhat painful. After all it had included one of the most embarrassing moments of his life thus far, not to mention that it had deep down also scratched his heart. He looked at the Professor on the other side of the table and bit his teeth together. He certainly didn't want to have a discussion about this with her and thankfully McGonagall seemed to take the hint.
"Harry, I would like to know what are your thoughts about last night and particularly on Mr. Malfoy?" She looked at him over her glasses.
Slowly Harry started to speak. "I didn't like the way it all was tried to push on me and Malfoy… Professor, I still find it a little hard to believe that I would be his mate. I mean we are two totally different persons. Frankly I don't see how we could be perfect to each others." Now he had finally got out the basic question that had been nagging him during the whole night and Harry surely hoped to get an answer.
"In your case, I would say that it is the opposites that complements each others but I am also sure that there is more to be discovered," McGonagall said now smiling a little.
"But how… I don't like him and he certainly didn't like me before," Harry blurted out.
"It is in the very nature of the Veelas that causes that Harry. The animosity between you two was mostly due to your differences. You both have very different backgrounds and upbringings, not to mention that as Slytherins and Gryffindors you have very different ways of looking life and that can cause disagreements. But those two views can also get along and even more than that. One point of view isn't necessarily more right than the other. For example, I have known Professor Snape for a long time. Since he was a student here actually and he has many qualities that make him a Slytherin. Despite of that we come along well as colleagues and some times I might even describe us as friends."
McGonagall looked at him searchingly before continuing, "We all have a little of every house in us and I do believe you can find the middle ground with Mr. Malfoy if you try. You two hardly know each others at all besides from one angle."
Harry did see the truth in that and if the one short moment in his life had gone differently, he would have ended up Slytherin and this conversation would never be held. But his question was still valid.
"I just don't see that I would ever want to share my life with Malfoy," Harry retorted but it didn't have the wanted effect on McGonagall.
"I understand you but try to look at this from his point of view too. Veela's mate for life and they can't choose who ever they want to. Mr. Malfoy will not ever find another mate or be satisfied with any one else but you Harry. I know it sounds pressing but the lighter side of this is that that kind of love is more or less perfect. It is regarded well worth the effort and from now on, if you haven't already noticed, Mr. Malfoy will not ever deliberately seek to hurt you but rather to please you in any way possible. It is not that he is changed but rather that he is changing himself. It is going to be hard for him in many ways and I do hope that you will not make it more harder than necessary." She looked at him warningly and though Harry would never expect Malfoy to behave civilly towards him if the tables were turned, but some little part in his conscience nagged that he shouldn't be unfair.
"You will also find when you learn more the Veela's that they are very dependant on their mates if they find one. And I don't mean only physically but also mentally. As time passes the unmated Veela sinks into depression and grief. Eventually, when they loose all interest in life, they let it slip through them and they will die," McGonagall kept a long, meaningful silence after that. "I do hope you understand a little better now Harry. This all isn't done just to please some whim but because a student really is in danger."
She let him thought about it for a while and Harry had to admit that a lot was always done for the students in Hogwarts. He knew about several examples even if he didn't count everything in which he was involved. Like when his parents had gone there, the shrieking shack was made as well as the tunnel from there in order to ensure that Remus would cope with his lycantrophy. Then there was of course Hagrid though he hadn't been allowed to stay as a student, but all in all naturally there would be special arrangements for Veela's too.
"No one wants to push you into anything Harry," McGonagall continued, "though there is all this talk about mate's but that is in a longer time frame. Last night we mainly wanted to ask whether you would be willing to ease Mr. Malfoy's life a little. He is in somewhat of a distress over this and very confused. Just to get things a little more under control, we thought that you would agree to share your rooms with him."
Harry's head shot up. Didn't she say that they weren't asking much?!
Clearly McGonagall noticed his expression and interpreted it right. "Rooms as in plural Mr. Potter."
Harry felt the blush rise on his cheeks and McGonagall coughed a bit.
"The mere closeness would ease Mr. Malfoy's state greatly and with time you might see some of those things you have in common and perhaps even become friends."
Harry didn't feel him self warming to that idea and then another thought came to him and he frowned.
"Professor, Lucius Malfoy was there yesterday. What did he think about all this?" '…and particularly when it came to Voldemort,' Harry wanted to add aloud but instead he left it hanging in the air. There was always the chance that this was all a plot to get to him again.
"As far as I was able to deduct, he thinks his son's happiness and well being first. Other possible problems will be handled when they arise but those are for Mr. Malfoy's to handle and him only. I am certain that family comes to him first." Harry saw that it was what McGonagall hoped but couldn't be certain.
After thinking again for a while, Harry said, "I'm sorry Professor but I can't do this."
As McGonagall looked somewhat surprised, Harry rushed to explain. "There are too many reasons not to do it. Not even something as simple as to share rooms with Malfoy. Even if I wouldn't count the obvious reasons like that he is a Slytherin and an annoying prat or all the things his last name causes, there are plenty of others, much more serious." Harry kept a pause to find the right way to put his words.
"Everyone around me are in danger. Everyone I care about are on Voldemorts target list because they would be a way to get me. As long as nothing links Malfoy to me, Voldemort will have no more interest on him. I don't want more people to get hurt because of me and it's not just Malfoy but what if this is a plot? Malfoy might be involved or not but it still would be the perfect way to get the people around me or some information we have. How could anyone be sure where his loyalties lie?" It was like a dam had burst inside him. All the things were linked to each others and the further Harry thought, the more came out.
"I'm not even sure that this love thing is real. How could it be when I was chosen just by scent. Even if we are thinking about Malfoy's well being, he surely has a longer life expectancy than I have, because if I got it right, he will die with me if we are close enough. Not to mention other practical things like that this year we have our NEWTs. I'm not sure if I have time for new friends, not to mention what my old ones would say about this. I don't want to loose Hermione and Ron over this which I certainly would do if Malfoy hangs around all the time and insults them." There was long silence after that while Harry looked at his Professor a little warily but she on the other hand seemed to be deeply in thoughts.
Finally she pushed the book she still had over the table to him. "This a good book about Veelas and their mates. I suggest you have a look because you will find some answers there. You had many good questions, even some that we didn't come up with the headmaster and Professor Snape and I am glad to see that you aren't rushing into things, in one way or another." McGonagall looked a little tired and suddenly Harry regretted that he had made this more difficult on her. He just really didn't want this.
"It is not right that someone of your age should be vary of having friends because they would be placed in life threatening positions, but you are right to be cautious. You also need to remember that your friends aren't in danger just because of you. I suppose you were referring to the Weasley's, Ms. Granger, your godfather and Mr. Lupin and perhaps to some of your other school friends?"
Harry nodded.
"The Weasley's have always been a prominent light family and as Arthur is working in the ministry and his involvement in the order is well known, which applies to the rest of the family also, they are all naturally You-know-who's enemies. Ms. Granger is a muggle born witch and that is sadly enough to place her in danger during these times. Your godfather and Remus have a whole history of their own with the dark side in which you play a very little role Harry. And most of your school friends belong to the families on the light side as well. Just because they know you, isn't the only reason they are in danger."
McGonagall leaned back into her chair as she continued, "what comes to your other concerns on Mr. Malfoy… well all I can do is to repeat that it is in the very nature of a Veela to protect their mate in any way possible. I very much doubt that Mr. Malfoy would be involved in any plotting against you and what comes to the bond between you… your death would effect Mr. Malfoy like you described but the alternative for a Veela, to remain after their mate, is not pleasant. Some might say worse than death." She was looking at him very seriously again and Harry wanted to fidget.
Eventually, when she was sure the point had come across, she continued, "All the teachers know about the situation and will be understanding about it. Times are very unstable for us all and I would hope that this might actually save you time rather than use it. You could help each others to prepare and understand things. I am sure Albus will be making that more clearer later and I would give the benefit of doubt for your friends Harry. Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger will understand and they won't abandon you so easily. That has been proved far too many times for my tastes. You could always talk about this with Mr. Malfoy. Then you could also ask him about the other things you are concerned about. So I ask you again if you would consider sharing rooms with Mr. Malfoy?"
Harry was silent for a long while. He was trying to take everything in consideration but it was different to talk about it than actually do it. Though McGonagall had had many answers and he was the head boy but still it nagged inside his head that it wasn't safe nor worth the trouble. He was already spending time with Malfoy in classes and they had homework to do together.
So Harry answered her, apologizingly, "Professor… I really don't think I can. Everyone would eventually realize what it would mean and Malfoy is still more safe when he isn't linked to me in any way."
McGonagall looked a little disappointed but she nodded that she understood. Then she escorted him to the door.
After Harry had left, Minerva sighed and rubbed her temple. She hadn't thought this to be this hard and what was worse, Harry had a point. She stood up and went to her fireplace and threw a pinch of green powder in the flames. Soon Albus' head popped there and she could just see the question already. Really he was far too curious for his own good.
"Harry refused Albus. I wasn't able to convince him," she just said.
The was a slight frown on the man's face but soon it was gone and the familiar sparkle was as good as ever in his eyes. "Maybe we can try something else then," Albus commented and Minerva didn't like his happy face at all.
**
Draco couldn't wait any longer. He had to see Harry and try to explain. He hadn't wanted anything like last night to happen and he had this odd clutching fear around his heart that maybe Harry was so angry that he would totally refuse to have anything to do with him anymore.
The pillow in his room had become an undistinguished lump by now. It was frustrating that he seemed to do everything wrong and it was getting on his pride severely. The detention had failed, all his attempts to befriend the Gryffindor hadn't done any good and now there was also the fiasco last night.
The headmaster had tried to encourage him by saying that he might just come up with something but really, the old dunderhead had thoroughly messed things up yesterday and if all his attempts would be similar… No, Draco wouldn't be putting a lot hope into that. And that was the reason he would be skipping his last defense class today as Harry would be having a free period.
As the last part of the lessons was about to begin, Draco signed to Pansy to cover for him while he imperceptibly headed towards the classroom door. The rest of the class were practicing on a spell and the Ravenclaws were, as usual, hoarding all the teachers attention with their endless questions and that suited Draco just fine. Soundlessly he opened the door and ran off towards the dungeons without anyone noticing.
When he arrived in front of the potions classroom Gryffindors were just filing out. Noticing Weasley's red head wasn't hard and usually Harry was found close by. To his amazement that was not the case this time and finally Draco was standing in the empty hall.
As Harry hadn't come out, he had to still be inside and Draco peeked into the room but only saw his godfather collecting papers from his desk. "Sev, where's Harry?" he asked frowning and just a little worried.
His godfather looked up and aimed a very murderous glare at his direction but Draco was more or less used to those. He only wandered in and went to help with the papers and hoping to get an answer soon.
Draco piled parchments over parchments but it seemed that this time the homework had had too long requirements. The rolls just kept on sliding back to the floor, which only served to make Severus even more grumpy.
"If they all weren't so stupid, I wouldn't need to make them do these pitiful excuses for a homework and I would be spared of dragging them around. And they still do not learn anything, blockheads…" the rest of the mutter was buried but Draco guessed it carried on much the same.
Not that he didn't sympathize with that problem… and actually as he didn't, Draco just sighed audibly and asked again, "Harry was suppose to be here but he didn't come out. Wasn't he here at all because I saw him during breakfast?"
"Your precious Potter walked off in the middle of the class with his head of the house. He is probably having a lecture about yesterday but Minerva will of course let it all slide. No sense of discipline, just like I said to her earlier today…"
But Draco was already heading towards the door and nearly ran straight into Dumbledore.
"Ah, I was lucky enough to catch you Severus," the headmaster looked around and locked his eyes at Draco, "but then again Mr. Malfoy will do as well as you seem to be busy. Going to your office?" Dumbledore lightly asked while stepping in the room.
"What do you want with him. Don't you dare to put any foolish ideas in his head Albus," Severus said warningly and was glaring the man with distrust.
"Severus!" Albus said in a mockingly shocked voice, "when have you ever caught me doing such a thing?" All the while Albus was directing Severus to the door and picking up the papers that were dropping from the pile in the potion Professor's hands.
Severus only snorted unbelievingly while taking the papers. Albus gave him the last nudge on the back to push him outside the door before adding, "besides they aren't foolish."
There surely was an enraged and well phrased reply coming to that but it was not heard through the door which Albus determinately closed. Then he corrected his glasses a little and strolled back to Draco.
Draco was warily eyeing the man that sat down on a desk in the middle of the room. He didn't like people who smiled that way or who were as unstable as this.
"I was just coming to inform Severus and you that Professor McGonagall had a talk with Harry about what we were going to explain him last night and that he agreed with her in many points." Dumbledore said while he was digging a pocket in his robes.
Draco was feeling slightly positive but everything that started like that, usually had a 'but' coming and he wasn't wrong.
As Dumbledore found what he was looking for, a small green box, he continued, "but Harry is also very perceptive and I am afraid he had few very good reasons for not to come along with our plan."
Draco felt his shoulders to hunch. He shouldn't have expected anything else after all this mess.
"The brighter side is that those reasons aren't impossible to overcome."
Draco hated the man even more but at the moment he didn't care because he clearly had things to do today. If only the man would spit it out already.
"Harry is a bit of protective over people and that seems to also include you Mr. Malfoy. He thought that if this all would be kept as a secret, then Voldemort couldn't learn about it and cause harm either to you or to him or to any one around and I must say that is a very good point."
Draco was surprised by the reason. He had expected a blatant refusal that could still be handled somehow or some sort of special demand from him or about the rooms but not this. When it sank in, he felt a wave of happiness to disperse the heavy feeling that he had dragged with him for days.
Then he frowned and looked questioningly back at the old man, "if Harry wants to keep things unchanged and if he isn't forced into this then how…?"
"I would agree with Harry if the situation was in any way different Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore suddenly said much more seriously, "but as it is what it is, I can only say that I don't see Harry's reasons to change even if the situation would and that is something we can be done."
It didn't seem to make any sense to Draco and he was getting frustrated at his confusion but as no more explanations seemed to be coming, he sat down too to think. Soon a dawning understanding came to him and he flicked his head up to stare at the old man. Had he just been given an answer to something he had never even asked.
Without delay he rushed to the door, going through everything he would need to do today but just before he left the room, he turned to look back. Dumbledore was still sitting in the middle of the room looking around with interest and Draco was sure Severus would be mentioned something utterly pointless about his classroom next time they met. Ever so slowly his mouth formed a devious smile and then he was off.
Before dinner that night he sent off two owls in a hurry. After that nothing was able to spoil his mood. Not even the highly flammable atmosphere around.
**
Next morning Harry was running to breakfast. He had slept badly and would be late for charms if he didn't hurry. But he halted his steps as soon as he got into the great hall. It had been buzzing with noise but when he arrived, it became ominously silent.
He was looking around warily as everyone's eyes were drawn to him like a magnet. Very conscious about the stares, he walked to his seat just to see Hermione and Ron looking at him also but they were more worried. Hermione had a Daily Prophet in her hands and trepidation filled Harry.
He didn't know what it was but he was sure he wouldn't like seeing it. While he sat down he silently took the Daily Prophet Hermione was offering him and rolled the paper out. A stone sunk low into his stomach. The head line was filling the whole first page announcing, 'A True Love Story?: The-boy-who-lived involved with a Veela!'
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