AN: I tried to update on the weekened I swear to u, but the stupid thing wasn't working for me. So u get a late update, sorry peeps!

My Son,

I have recently been informed of your new status within Hogwarts. Veela? Draco, I am disappointed that you did not inform me as soon as you even harbored the thought that you could have inherited this mutation. You will of course be coming home for break, along with your mate, I understand that you need to be together in order to strengthen the bond between the two of you. I am proud that even when faced with such embarrassment, that you have thought of the greater good and chose Harry Potter as your mate. Your mother will be proud to welcome the young man into our family. Though I am disappointed that the marriage between yourself and Ms. Parkinson could not work out, I'm sure we will remain on good grounds with her family in the future. I will take my leave now; I look forward to your presence over the holidays.

Lucius Malfoy

Draco trembled as he reread the letter, this wasn't happening to him, not this soon. How had his father found out! He tried to calm his breathing as Harry shifted beside him, sensing the turmoil from his mate.

Lucius was mad – no, that did him no justice – Lucius was enraged. The letter seemed cordial enough, but Draco had lived with the man his entire life, he knew these things. His eyes scanned the words for the hidden messages within.

Mutation? Embarrassment? That was an insult if anything, his father had done it on purpose, but for what reason Draco knew not. The greater good, ha! He was undoubtedly speaking of the Dark Lord, as though he had been able to choose anyone else! Draco shook his head, his mother would be proud, that was another reference to the Dark Lord.

He dropped the parchment in disgust, his own father! He didn't care at all that Harry was now bound to him, and if taken away or killed, Draco would parish along with his mate. All Lucius cared about was making the Dark Lord happy, that groveling bastard!

Draco shook his head and glared at the ceiling as he lay back in bed, he wouldn't sit back and let his father run his life anymore. Unconsciously, his arms wrapped around his mate and pulled the warm body closer to his own. His eyes shuttered closed as he slipped into a restless sleep.

I will protect you, Harry…

--- --- ---

Draco had left Harry with his friends. Well, ex-friends, since he couldn't remember them anyway. It didn't matter though at the moment, all throughout the day he had felt eyes on his back. Someone was spying on him, and probably going back to his father with any information they dug up.

He wouldn't stand for it. So he had waited until dinner was over, luckily a similar incident to yesterday's dinner didn't happen again. And after dinner he had gone up to the filthy Granger girl and demanded her assistance, because a Malfoy did not ask favors from those lower than themselves.

Of course the Mudblood had willingly agreed, Harry was another matter altogether, but Draco couldn't waste time thinking of the betrayed look he received from his mate.

Where is that bastard? He glared at the slow moving traffic of sleepy students shuffling past him. He had an idea as to who had spilled his secrets to his father. The Slytherin would pay for going behind his back.

"Draco, what are you doing out and about so late? I would have expected you to be with your –"

His voice was cut off as Draco's hand clenched around his throat. The Veela squeezed threateningly.

"Where were you, Blaise?" Draco snarled as he pushed the other wizard against the closest wall to them. The few students that were about scattered, no one was willing to be caught between two fighting Slytherins.

The boy spluttered and struggled against the blond, "What are you talking about? Draco, you're choking me!"

Draco threw his housemate away from his side angrily, "That day in the Great Hall! You weren't there, Blaise. So tell me, where were you?"

Blaise narrowed his gaze in his own anger. "Are you trying to accuse me of something?" he rubbed his neck and weakly coughed.

"Of course not, unless you have something to be blamed for. Personally I think it's funny that you didn't show up for dinner last night and then the next day I receive an owl from my father! I know how to put two and two together!"

"I didn't send any letter to your father! I already told you that I wouldn't tell anyone your secret, I can't believe you would doubt me that much," Blaise retorted. "Going to your father is worse than telling anyone at Hogwarts, I'm not stupid, Draco. Whoever told has got something against you."

Draco paused, realization slowly dawning across his usually cold face as the other boy's words sank in, "You're right." His hand fisted in his rage while his magic sparked around him, "Damn her! I bet you anything it was Pansy!"

"How did she find out about Potter?" Blaise asked.

"Harry practically told her! You should have seen it, that dunderhead is the one that started the food fight in the Hall yesterday!" Draco shook his head in exasperation, "I can't believe him sometimes, luckily I have him under control though."

Blaise sent his friend an odd look, causing Draco to scowl.

"What?"

"Nothing," Blaise held up his hands, "It's just that you seem to be overly friendly with Potter. You're not turning on us are you?"

Draco's scowl deepened, "He's my mate, what do you expect me to do with him? I'm all for inflicting pain upon others, but I won't willingly do it to myself." He sneered in disgust, "Without him I'll be in constant pain. It's some instinct ingrained into the mind of the Veela, apparently it helps reproduction in some odd way."

"Well I see how it would be an incentive to mate and reproduce, and then the soul mate business would undoubtedly insure healthy babies… or chicks – offspring," he faltered in confusion.

"I didn't come here for a lesson on the finer points of breeding," Draco drawled, a little unnerved at the path their conversation had taken.

Blaise scoffed, "You came here to hex me," he reminded sarcastically.

"Well now I need your help," Blaise pouted and seemed as though he were about to refuse, "Don't tell me you're still sore about that romp we had a few days ago."

"I wish I was sore!" Blaise snapped, "I haven't had a decent shag in weeks! And then to have the school's Veela choose me – though who couldn't see that coming – well let's just say I had to cancel on a few other people and now they're 'sore' with me!"

Draco glanced away in a façade of aloofness, "You know so much about Veelas, you should have realized that I couldn't procreate with anyone but my mate."

"Well you could have told me and spared yourself the embarrassment!"

Draco flushed; truthfully he hadn't known at the time that something like that could happen.

"By the way, where is your mate?" Blaise asked with a frown.

Draco waved off his concern, "He's fine for now, but neither of us will be for very long if my father gets it in his head to take Potter from me."

"What are you going to do?"

Grey eyes hardened to silver, "I'll make sure that Potter stays at my side. No one is touching my mate but me."

--- --- ---

"So, Harry, how do you like staying with the Slytherins?"

Harry looked around warily, he was surrounded by them.

"Hey! Is Malfoy as good a shag as they say?"

Draco had left him with them, abandoned him.

"Who told you that? That's stupid!"

Gryffindors.

"It could be true though! All the girls say it is!"

"They've never slept with him! He's a Slytherin, he sticks to his own kind."

Bloody Gryffindors.

"Do they really collect the bodies of Puffskeins? I heard they hang them over their fire like the Muggles do with stockings."

"That's barbaric!"

"They're Slytherins, what do expect?"

Did I do something wrong? Is that why I'm being tortured like this?

"Harry would never turn into a prat like them; he's too good for that."

"I don't know, I heard he was sleeping with Malfoy, in the same room and all."

Draco?

"Well if they're sleeping together I would expect them to share a bed!"

"Don't you find that odd? Two blokes together?"

Wrong? Nothing about Draco is wrong, our bond isn't wrong. Stupid Gryffindors, none of them understand or know.

"Hey, what's wrong with that? You don't argue if you see two girls together."

"That's different though!"

"It's the same thing you close-minded prick!"

"Lavender!"

Harry shook his head, finally having had enough. Draco is going to pay for leaving me here.

"You all disgust me, I'm leaving."

Nobody moved as Harry rose and left through the portrait with a slam. Silence echoed as everyone looked to another for answers.

Ron chuckled nervously, "So, who's for a game of Exploding Snap?"

--- --- ---

After his chat with Blaise, Draco found himself with a few spare minutes until he would have to pick up Harry. He sincerely hoped he had made the right decision in leaving his mate with Gryffindors, but his own house was less than trusting so he'd had no choice at the time.

"Dray – co."

The blond froze in fear; he really didn't want to fend off another Hufflepuff at the moment – they had been more than a little vicious that day – the drawling voice sounded familiar though...

"Draco darling, why did you leave me all alone?" the whispered voice was again purred deliciously.

Draco shuddered as desire crashed through him. He now had an idea as to who was stalking him by the pulsing beat in his crotch.

"Harry," he murmured, eyes lidded as he searched through the darkness, "Why don't you come out to play?"

"Mm, don't mind if I do."

Harry slid into the moonlight and Draco found his mouth beginning to water with hunger. They hadn't had sex since the previous night and now that he had tasted his mate once, he was addicted. His little 'present' was truly more of a present to himself. Not only did it enable him to control his mate, but it made Harry want sex just as much as Draco.

All in all, he was the perfect Veela mate.

"So what brings you out on a night like this?" Draco tried to remain cool, ignoring the tenting in his pants.

"This and that," Harry shrugged, eyes roaming over the blond's body. "Hopefully more of that," he nodded toward Draco's form.

Draco arched a fine brow, a slow grin spreading across his flushed face. "Really now, and you expect me to give in so easily?" he teased.

Emerald eyes glowed eerily in the slight light, a grin flashed.

"Actually I do, Draco," Harry's voice dipped lower, seductively.

The blond panted, it seemed to be getting hotter, "And how do you expect to do that?" he loosened his tie.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to take you," Harry whispered, "You don't understand what your charm does to me."

"It's supposed to make a Veela's mate very receptive to sex," Draco informed bluntly, "Horny." And I haven't even started using my charm, this is all you, Potter.

"Mm, I am very horny," Harry nodded his head as he motioned with his finger, "Come, have sex with me."

"I'm not really in the mood," Draco cleared his throat and tried to walk away. He was beginning to admire his mate but he didn't enjoy this dominant version. If anyone was going to be on top, it was going to be one Draco Malfoy.

A low growl stopped any thought of escape and Harry stepped closer.

"I don't think so, Draco," he murmured thickly, "I've learned a few tricks after spending time with the Gryffindors. Granger told me a few interesting secrets about being the mate of a Veela, not to mention what my charm can do to you."

Draco backed away slowly from the dark haired boy, he chuckled nervously, I'm not really getting the feeling of warm fuzzies.

Harry moved closer, his steps shuffling. "You'd better run, Draco," he drew out the name with a smirk, "I'm going to be so 'charming' you're going to beg me to fuck you into the mattress."

More along the lines of pain and sharp objects, he gulped.

The blond's eyes widened at the pure, animalistic need shining in Harry's eyes. This was going to be a long night.