Gryffindor Tower
Harry wasn't sure why he was reacting the way he was. 'All that had happened was that girl had been sitting on Draco's lap. Nothing for me to get upset about. Is it any of Harry Freaking Potter's business if Draco wanted to dandle Pansy Pug-Fugly Parkinson on his knees? Why should I care if Draco went around shagging half the school? Mmmm. Shagging half the school. No! I'm angry with him! I don't want to get horny. Mmmm. Horny.'
Harry shook his head, trying to dislodge the images floating around in his head, so when he bumped into a hard body, he didn't see who it was until they were on the ground.
"Umph! Oh! Seamus. I didn't expect to find you here. So. you get that essay done yet?" Harry was looking around for an exit, but he couldn't find an easy one. When he looked back to the Irish boy, Seamus had gotten much closer.
"Hello Harry. I'm sorry about last night, but I just couldn't resist you. You've got those big green eyes; those strong arms; and that hair that never seems to want to lay flat. Mmmm. I know last night wasn't the right time, but what about now?" Before Harry could answer, the other Gryffindor had his tongue down Harry's throat.
"Wha-! Wha' da' FUH' do ya' tink' yur doin'?!? SEAMUS!!!! Mmmm.... SEAMUS!!! Stahp!" Harry was having difficult time talking around Seamus' tongue, and Seamus wasn't trying to make it any easier. With a bit of concentration, Harry pushed Seamus off him, and realized that the other boy hadn't stopped at just kissing. Harry blushed as he reached under his robes to re-button his pants. "Seamus! I don't think you understand! I'm not interested now! I don't think I will be any time soon, either, so BACK OFF! If I wanted your tongue down my throat, I would have asked you for it! Now good bye and I hope you and Lennox have pleasant dreams!" With that Harry stormed out of the boy's dorm, and down into the common room, where he found Hermione.
She was sitting in one of the larger plush chairs, reading her arithromancy book. Harry shuddered while just thinking about that class. After calming himself about the dreaded class, Harry walked over to the fire area, and sat down near Hermione.
"'Mione? Are you busy? I've got a lot on my mind, and I want to talk to someone." He smiled, and hoped.
With a grin, she answered, "Harry, when have I ever been not available to you. excluding testing months. pre-testing months. and homework hours (you know 3-6 p.m., and 5-7 am, of course you would benefit much if you studied with me, but you and Ron simply refuse to get up in time. Ugh, boys!), any time outside those, I'm always available to you. So what's up? I heard some interesting tidbits about the eight of you being mutants, or vampires, or any number of other things. So tell me the truth, what is it?" Harry chuckled at her tenacity.
"Well, we are different than the rest of you. We're all part Veela, though not to the same degree. Now, don't get that look in your eye. I know what it means, 'I-doubt-you-have-your-facts-right-but-I'll-play-along-just- to-please-you-and-then-later-I'll-correct-you.' I'm right, Dumbledore said so himself. Apparently there are other types of Veela, you know the silvery freak type? Well, they're just the dominant group. There are other groups, my parents were both Spanish Veela, I think. Dumbledore wasn't exactly clear. Long story short, those of us who have stronger Veela blood ties need to find mates, the rest are there because they might be more suitable as mates to us. I've been feeling different lately. getting ideas into my head - that really shouldn't be there. No, don't ask, not dark ideas, just things about friends, family, people I see on the streets. Dumbledore said it was normal, I just don't like thinking like this. I guess I've been talking a lot, thank you for listening." He got up to leave, but stopped when she began to talk.
"Harry, this is a whole lot of new information, and new ideas. It'll take some time getting used to, but I'll stay with you, and I'm sure Ron will too. We're your friends, and that doesn't change, even if you do. Now, these thoughts, are any about me? Harry, you're bright red! What have you been thinking that you get this red? Harry? Harry!" Before she could get any more upset, Harry fled the scene, right out the picture frame, and into the hall, where he bumped into another body.
"Ooof! Harry, what are you doing fleeing the Gryffindor tower? Get turned out on your pretty ear? Uh. I mean get turned out on your ear?" Somehow the blonde Slytherin managed to make even that slip up sound graceful.
"No. I just managed to make Hermione a little more annoyed than usual. Wait! What difference does it make for me to be here? What are you doing here? This is definitely Gryffindor territory, and you are most definitely not a Gryffindor. Well? An answer, or have I stolen your breath away?" Harry smiled in just the way that made Draco want to grab him, and never let go, which of course was entirely unacceptable for the Slytherin to do. So he wouldn't. No, he wouldn't. No matter how much he wanted to.
"I was just looking for you. We didn't finish that essay, and its due Wednesday. That's only two days from now. We need to get it done today, so we can proof it tomorrow. Did you pick up that copy of the book? I have the parchment, and we have some clear study space in the Veela tower. The other Veela are outside, flirting. Jeeze, you'd think that they could at least try and control their hormones! We're not doing that bad." Even while he was talking about how little control the other Veela had, his mind was traveling up and down Harry's body. He jerked his head up when Harry answered him.
"Yeah. I guess so. Well, let's get going. Don't want to be up until dawn working on this essay." He started off down the hall, "Well? Are you coming or not? I just have the book, and I doubt you want me putting your name on an essay that I wrote all by myself." The two boys went off together and soon arrived in their tower.
"Ok. you have that self writing pen? Can you set it to essay? Good. Pontificus clarificus is a muggle born potion, which originated in Africa, about three millennia ago. It began with some muggle animals finding and eating raw berries that made them extremely hyper. Their owners thought them possessed, and killed them. They later found out about the effects of the berries, and mourned the loss of their goats. The berry later became widely used as a restorative beverage, and once some wizards discovered the drink, it migrated to our world. Oi! How can we go on like this for four feet and ten more inches?! No! Don't write that out! D'oh! Draco, turn that thing off! We have to scratch out the last inch and a half! You know your laughing doesn't help anything!" Just to stop Harry's fretting Draco leaned in and kissed him, lightly on the mouth.
Once they broke apart, Harry was stunned. "Wait a minute. What was that all about? I don't know what you meant when you said truce, but kissing isn't in my definition of a truce!" in a side note to himself, 'But I can adjust, if you keep doing that.'
"Well, if you're sure you didn't like it. I guess I can stop." He looked into Harry's eyes, and then leaned in again, "Are you sure?"
"I don't know. why don't we try again and see?" Harry leaned in, and began to kiss Draco like he'd never been kissed before. Before long, they broke for air, and Draco looked deep into Harry's eyes. When he saw the fire in those emerald eyes, and he leaned back in.
Later that day
Harry stood up, and looked around him. It was dusk already, and he could hear the other Veela outside the portrait. "Draco wake up, and put your shirt on! They're back! What do you think they'll think if they see us like this! We know we didn't do too much, but they'll think the worst! Stop laughing at me, and get that shirt on! And we still have to finish that essay!" just as Draco got his shirt on, the portrait swung open, and six young bodies flooded through it, and without noticing the two who had been there all along, they all moved into one room, laughing and giggling.
"What is that all about? Come on Hare' lets see." The two boys went up to the room, which just happened to be the same one Harry had slept in the night before. When they got there, they saw something mildly disturbing. The other six Vela were all in some state of undress, and kissing one or more of the other kids. After a few minutes of staring, the others realized that Harry and Draco were there.
Pansy looked at them, and languidly winked. She turned her attention back to the two boys who were nibbling on various parts of her body. Harry was stunned to see Seamus and Andy Lennox in that kind of position with her, but also kind of turned on. He stared a little while longer, until it got to be too much, and he turned his head away to look at Draco.
It was obvious that Draco was enjoying the show, and exactly how obvious made Harry blush out of anger more than embarrassment. Why was he angry? Draco could enjoy watching sex all he wanted, if he whipped out his cock right here and now, it would be none of Harry's business. But, even though he knew all this and more, Harry was still angry, and beginning to see red. He reached out, and touched Draco's shoulder, and the blonde boy jumped.
"Draco, I really don't think we should be watching this. If this is how they want to spend their evening, that's their deal, but we should go. Come on, let's go. If you come now, we might just go and continue what we were working on before we were so rudely interrupted. Please?" The last plea was what tipped the balances in Draco's mind. If Harry 'Far-above-all- us-regular-mortals' Potter was ready to ask him, the 'junior Death Eater' please anything, then he would do it. Draco turned, and looked at the raven- haired boy, his pale eyes lighting with a fire that made Harry quiver.
"Yes, we'll go back and finish what we were working on. And we might get back to the essay too." He grabbed Harry's hand, and led him back to their couch, and began to kiss him again. Neither boy noticed when the other Vela came out to go to their own rooms. Seamus and Andy were the last, both wearing Pansy's shade of lipstick on their faces. They both stumbled back to their room, and before the door closed Harry and Draco saw them leaning on each other for more than support.
"Do you think they're a pair now, Draco? Or is it just a fling?" Harry was a little worried that his switching with Draco had forced the two boys together, but when Draco shook his head and laughed, Harry felt better.
"No. I doubt that that is a pair. I remember well how it feels to come off of one of Pansy's orgies. Even if no one actually makes penetration, everyone walks away satisfied, or is dragged away satisfied. Hmmm. satisfied." His eyes glazed over, and he began to reminisce about some of the parties he'd been to with her. He felt himself stiffen, and before he knew it, he was being pressed against the wall, and there was another mouth, pressed forcefully against his mouth. Staring into his eyes was a set of fiery emeralds, with wide, black dots directly opposite his own.
He leaned into the kiss, and made it deeper, straining with all his soul to meld his face to Harry's. His shirt started to raise itself, and then he realized that Harry's hands were lifting it over his head. They broke apart long enough for the offending shirt to be removed, and to get Harry's off as well. By that time, both boys had their hands running up and down the other boy's body, and then Draco felt a set of hands at his waist, working on the buttons of the pants he was wearing.
"Harry.. *pant* .. No. *moan* . We really shouldn't. *gasp*. Harry! Let's at least go back to our room!" When they reached their room, both boys were pant less and neither stayed in their boxers for long. Once they reached the bed, they lay down next to each other, and took a moment to look down the length of the other boy. Draco was a little jealous that Harry was bigger than he was, but when the other boy's mouth claimed his, he forgot all about size. Just as they started to get going, a magically projected voice filled the room.
"All students into the dungeons! Hogwarts is experiencing a situation that compromises the safety of the rest of the buildings. All students must get to the main dungeon by the quickest route possible. In fifteen minutes the doors will be locked, and anyone attempting to gain entry will be cursed. The law against dark curses will not be in effect during this crisis, so if you wish to live, get to the dungeons NOW!"
Both boys looked at the other, and jumped out of bed running for clothing. They were dressed and running for the dungeons within five minutes. It normally took fifteen minutes to get to the dungeons from the Vela tower, but as the boys were running, they made it just inside the ten minutes left to them. They were the last ones allowed in the door, for once they were past, professor Snape slammed the door, and put a Gringotts vault charm on the door.
Next Chapter: An explanation
Harry wasn't sure why he was reacting the way he was. 'All that had happened was that girl had been sitting on Draco's lap. Nothing for me to get upset about. Is it any of Harry Freaking Potter's business if Draco wanted to dandle Pansy Pug-Fugly Parkinson on his knees? Why should I care if Draco went around shagging half the school? Mmmm. Shagging half the school. No! I'm angry with him! I don't want to get horny. Mmmm. Horny.'
Harry shook his head, trying to dislodge the images floating around in his head, so when he bumped into a hard body, he didn't see who it was until they were on the ground.
"Umph! Oh! Seamus. I didn't expect to find you here. So. you get that essay done yet?" Harry was looking around for an exit, but he couldn't find an easy one. When he looked back to the Irish boy, Seamus had gotten much closer.
"Hello Harry. I'm sorry about last night, but I just couldn't resist you. You've got those big green eyes; those strong arms; and that hair that never seems to want to lay flat. Mmmm. I know last night wasn't the right time, but what about now?" Before Harry could answer, the other Gryffindor had his tongue down Harry's throat.
"Wha-! Wha' da' FUH' do ya' tink' yur doin'?!? SEAMUS!!!! Mmmm.... SEAMUS!!! Stahp!" Harry was having difficult time talking around Seamus' tongue, and Seamus wasn't trying to make it any easier. With a bit of concentration, Harry pushed Seamus off him, and realized that the other boy hadn't stopped at just kissing. Harry blushed as he reached under his robes to re-button his pants. "Seamus! I don't think you understand! I'm not interested now! I don't think I will be any time soon, either, so BACK OFF! If I wanted your tongue down my throat, I would have asked you for it! Now good bye and I hope you and Lennox have pleasant dreams!" With that Harry stormed out of the boy's dorm, and down into the common room, where he found Hermione.
She was sitting in one of the larger plush chairs, reading her arithromancy book. Harry shuddered while just thinking about that class. After calming himself about the dreaded class, Harry walked over to the fire area, and sat down near Hermione.
"'Mione? Are you busy? I've got a lot on my mind, and I want to talk to someone." He smiled, and hoped.
With a grin, she answered, "Harry, when have I ever been not available to you. excluding testing months. pre-testing months. and homework hours (you know 3-6 p.m., and 5-7 am, of course you would benefit much if you studied with me, but you and Ron simply refuse to get up in time. Ugh, boys!), any time outside those, I'm always available to you. So what's up? I heard some interesting tidbits about the eight of you being mutants, or vampires, or any number of other things. So tell me the truth, what is it?" Harry chuckled at her tenacity.
"Well, we are different than the rest of you. We're all part Veela, though not to the same degree. Now, don't get that look in your eye. I know what it means, 'I-doubt-you-have-your-facts-right-but-I'll-play-along-just- to-please-you-and-then-later-I'll-correct-you.' I'm right, Dumbledore said so himself. Apparently there are other types of Veela, you know the silvery freak type? Well, they're just the dominant group. There are other groups, my parents were both Spanish Veela, I think. Dumbledore wasn't exactly clear. Long story short, those of us who have stronger Veela blood ties need to find mates, the rest are there because they might be more suitable as mates to us. I've been feeling different lately. getting ideas into my head - that really shouldn't be there. No, don't ask, not dark ideas, just things about friends, family, people I see on the streets. Dumbledore said it was normal, I just don't like thinking like this. I guess I've been talking a lot, thank you for listening." He got up to leave, but stopped when she began to talk.
"Harry, this is a whole lot of new information, and new ideas. It'll take some time getting used to, but I'll stay with you, and I'm sure Ron will too. We're your friends, and that doesn't change, even if you do. Now, these thoughts, are any about me? Harry, you're bright red! What have you been thinking that you get this red? Harry? Harry!" Before she could get any more upset, Harry fled the scene, right out the picture frame, and into the hall, where he bumped into another body.
"Ooof! Harry, what are you doing fleeing the Gryffindor tower? Get turned out on your pretty ear? Uh. I mean get turned out on your ear?" Somehow the blonde Slytherin managed to make even that slip up sound graceful.
"No. I just managed to make Hermione a little more annoyed than usual. Wait! What difference does it make for me to be here? What are you doing here? This is definitely Gryffindor territory, and you are most definitely not a Gryffindor. Well? An answer, or have I stolen your breath away?" Harry smiled in just the way that made Draco want to grab him, and never let go, which of course was entirely unacceptable for the Slytherin to do. So he wouldn't. No, he wouldn't. No matter how much he wanted to.
"I was just looking for you. We didn't finish that essay, and its due Wednesday. That's only two days from now. We need to get it done today, so we can proof it tomorrow. Did you pick up that copy of the book? I have the parchment, and we have some clear study space in the Veela tower. The other Veela are outside, flirting. Jeeze, you'd think that they could at least try and control their hormones! We're not doing that bad." Even while he was talking about how little control the other Veela had, his mind was traveling up and down Harry's body. He jerked his head up when Harry answered him.
"Yeah. I guess so. Well, let's get going. Don't want to be up until dawn working on this essay." He started off down the hall, "Well? Are you coming or not? I just have the book, and I doubt you want me putting your name on an essay that I wrote all by myself." The two boys went off together and soon arrived in their tower.
"Ok. you have that self writing pen? Can you set it to essay? Good. Pontificus clarificus is a muggle born potion, which originated in Africa, about three millennia ago. It began with some muggle animals finding and eating raw berries that made them extremely hyper. Their owners thought them possessed, and killed them. They later found out about the effects of the berries, and mourned the loss of their goats. The berry later became widely used as a restorative beverage, and once some wizards discovered the drink, it migrated to our world. Oi! How can we go on like this for four feet and ten more inches?! No! Don't write that out! D'oh! Draco, turn that thing off! We have to scratch out the last inch and a half! You know your laughing doesn't help anything!" Just to stop Harry's fretting Draco leaned in and kissed him, lightly on the mouth.
Once they broke apart, Harry was stunned. "Wait a minute. What was that all about? I don't know what you meant when you said truce, but kissing isn't in my definition of a truce!" in a side note to himself, 'But I can adjust, if you keep doing that.'
"Well, if you're sure you didn't like it. I guess I can stop." He looked into Harry's eyes, and then leaned in again, "Are you sure?"
"I don't know. why don't we try again and see?" Harry leaned in, and began to kiss Draco like he'd never been kissed before. Before long, they broke for air, and Draco looked deep into Harry's eyes. When he saw the fire in those emerald eyes, and he leaned back in.
Later that day
Harry stood up, and looked around him. It was dusk already, and he could hear the other Veela outside the portrait. "Draco wake up, and put your shirt on! They're back! What do you think they'll think if they see us like this! We know we didn't do too much, but they'll think the worst! Stop laughing at me, and get that shirt on! And we still have to finish that essay!" just as Draco got his shirt on, the portrait swung open, and six young bodies flooded through it, and without noticing the two who had been there all along, they all moved into one room, laughing and giggling.
"What is that all about? Come on Hare' lets see." The two boys went up to the room, which just happened to be the same one Harry had slept in the night before. When they got there, they saw something mildly disturbing. The other six Vela were all in some state of undress, and kissing one or more of the other kids. After a few minutes of staring, the others realized that Harry and Draco were there.
Pansy looked at them, and languidly winked. She turned her attention back to the two boys who were nibbling on various parts of her body. Harry was stunned to see Seamus and Andy Lennox in that kind of position with her, but also kind of turned on. He stared a little while longer, until it got to be too much, and he turned his head away to look at Draco.
It was obvious that Draco was enjoying the show, and exactly how obvious made Harry blush out of anger more than embarrassment. Why was he angry? Draco could enjoy watching sex all he wanted, if he whipped out his cock right here and now, it would be none of Harry's business. But, even though he knew all this and more, Harry was still angry, and beginning to see red. He reached out, and touched Draco's shoulder, and the blonde boy jumped.
"Draco, I really don't think we should be watching this. If this is how they want to spend their evening, that's their deal, but we should go. Come on, let's go. If you come now, we might just go and continue what we were working on before we were so rudely interrupted. Please?" The last plea was what tipped the balances in Draco's mind. If Harry 'Far-above-all- us-regular-mortals' Potter was ready to ask him, the 'junior Death Eater' please anything, then he would do it. Draco turned, and looked at the raven- haired boy, his pale eyes lighting with a fire that made Harry quiver.
"Yes, we'll go back and finish what we were working on. And we might get back to the essay too." He grabbed Harry's hand, and led him back to their couch, and began to kiss him again. Neither boy noticed when the other Vela came out to go to their own rooms. Seamus and Andy were the last, both wearing Pansy's shade of lipstick on their faces. They both stumbled back to their room, and before the door closed Harry and Draco saw them leaning on each other for more than support.
"Do you think they're a pair now, Draco? Or is it just a fling?" Harry was a little worried that his switching with Draco had forced the two boys together, but when Draco shook his head and laughed, Harry felt better.
"No. I doubt that that is a pair. I remember well how it feels to come off of one of Pansy's orgies. Even if no one actually makes penetration, everyone walks away satisfied, or is dragged away satisfied. Hmmm. satisfied." His eyes glazed over, and he began to reminisce about some of the parties he'd been to with her. He felt himself stiffen, and before he knew it, he was being pressed against the wall, and there was another mouth, pressed forcefully against his mouth. Staring into his eyes was a set of fiery emeralds, with wide, black dots directly opposite his own.
He leaned into the kiss, and made it deeper, straining with all his soul to meld his face to Harry's. His shirt started to raise itself, and then he realized that Harry's hands were lifting it over his head. They broke apart long enough for the offending shirt to be removed, and to get Harry's off as well. By that time, both boys had their hands running up and down the other boy's body, and then Draco felt a set of hands at his waist, working on the buttons of the pants he was wearing.
"Harry.. *pant* .. No. *moan* . We really shouldn't. *gasp*. Harry! Let's at least go back to our room!" When they reached their room, both boys were pant less and neither stayed in their boxers for long. Once they reached the bed, they lay down next to each other, and took a moment to look down the length of the other boy. Draco was a little jealous that Harry was bigger than he was, but when the other boy's mouth claimed his, he forgot all about size. Just as they started to get going, a magically projected voice filled the room.
"All students into the dungeons! Hogwarts is experiencing a situation that compromises the safety of the rest of the buildings. All students must get to the main dungeon by the quickest route possible. In fifteen minutes the doors will be locked, and anyone attempting to gain entry will be cursed. The law against dark curses will not be in effect during this crisis, so if you wish to live, get to the dungeons NOW!"
Both boys looked at the other, and jumped out of bed running for clothing. They were dressed and running for the dungeons within five minutes. It normally took fifteen minutes to get to the dungeons from the Vela tower, but as the boys were running, they made it just inside the ten minutes left to them. They were the last ones allowed in the door, for once they were past, professor Snape slammed the door, and put a Gringotts vault charm on the door.
Next Chapter: An explanation