Chapter 8
Disclaimers: They're all the same, though this chapter might have some more swearing than normal. you would too. wouldn't you? Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and to Frizzy, who, as always, has been a huge help.
The sunlight came pouring through the windows, hitting Harry's eyelids, causing him to slowly rise out of sleep. He smiled, not opening his eyes, just letting the light warm his face. After a moment, he realized that there was something else warming him. Someone else. He looked down, and snuggled up against his chest, was a blonde head. He smiled again, and then remembered what had happened the night before, and it was all he could do to not jump out of the bed, and dash around the room throwing his clothes on.
Even though he didn't jump up, he did move just enough to wake the blonde boy, who looked up, with sleepy eyes, and smiled at Harry. Inside, Harry melted. It felt just like all the warmth that had come from the sun, was filling him to bursting. All he could do was smile back. When he did, the other boy sat up, and broke the silence.
"So, that was just what I was told it would be like. The bonding I mean." His usual smirk somehow managed to come across to Harry as loving. After Harry got past the smile, he heard the words.
"What the Fuck do you mean? The Bonding! That was just supposed to be SEX! Not a life changing event! Did you know that would happen? Did you plan this? Well? Answer me!" Harry's voice rose in pitch with each rapid fire question, until he was almost screeching. At this point, he did actually jump out of the bed, making the *looser* parts of his body sway, back and forth, and making Draco lick his lips. "No! Don't even THINK about it!" Harry grabbed the sheet off the bed, and wrapped it around himself. "Well? Are you going to answer me? No! It's not an option! ANSWER ME!" Draco chuckled, and pulled his robe off the floor, and used it to cover himself.
"I mean that yes we bonded last night, didn't you read anything about Veela lives after you found out? And sex that good is always life changing! Though where you learned all that, and still being a virgin, I'll never know. And No! I did not plan this, though I had thought about it. You are quite alluring. By the way, how can I not think about it? It was very good, as I have said." All this was delivered in that mocking Malfoy tone, that made Harry's hackles rise. Even though Harry now thought of Draco as a friend, and more, apparently, that tone still made him want to hit the git.
"Well, I didn't think to read about it. I thought that either Snape or Smeldon would have taught us everything there is to know about Veela, by now, you know how those two are. If Smeldon isn't trying to one up Snape, Snape is undermining what Smeldon teaches us in DADA. You'd think those two had a personal issue. But stop trying to divert me!" Then he smiled, "Was it really that good? I thought so, but I wasn't sure." He smiled, and almost reached out to Draco, and then he remembered why he was mad.
"But now we're bonded! That means LIFE MATES! NO ONE ELSE! Do you think you can handle this? I don't know if I will be able to." Harry sat back down on the bed next to Draco, who took him in his arms.
"It'll all work out, you'll see. Anyway, it's not like we have a choice. The bonding's already done. Now, all we can do is take it day by day. And we'll need to check and see if I'm pregnant." Draco got up off the bed, and began walking around the room, gathering his clothes, and then walking into their bathroom. After a moment, he stepped back out, and looked at Harry, who was still in the same position on the bed he had been in before - the only difference was that his mouth looked like it would drop off his face.
"Don't tell me you didn't know that that could happen too? You *really* didn't read anything did you?" Draco laughed.
"What. What." swallow, "Do you mean, pregnant? You're not a girl. or are all Veela.. Um.. Bothguysandgirls?" The last part came out in a rush, and the blush that came to Harry's cheeks, made Draco laugh harder.
"Oh! Ha! No, I'm not a girl, and no, neither are you, or all Veela for that matter. It's just that male Veela carry enough genetic material to make an entire new life on their own, but since we're both Veela, we both have the same amount of genetic material. So, here's where the magic comes in, when you sucked me off, some of my sperm went inside you, and magically made its way to meet yours. Of course, when they met, they mixed, and began a baby there. Had you not screwed me, well then you'd be the one getting tested. But since ya did...Well, mother always did want grandchildren." Somehow, over all these years, Draco had managed to hide an impish nature underneath all the bitterness.
"So, do we need to make a run for a muggle store, and find a home pregnancy test, or something?" Harry was looking very uncomfortable. He didn't really like that his first time might have changed his life entirely. Then it struck him.
"What will Ron think? Hermione? The school? God! What will we tell them? That you and I are shag buddies, and, 'Oh, by the way, Draco is pregnant with my child. How's your day going?' I'm sure that'll go over well!" He had stood up, in the middle of that revelation, and begun pacing about the room.
"Well, you can tell your friends whatever you want, just as long as they know if they ever hurt you, I'll hunt them down and kill them in the most painful way possible." The grin on his face was a dark thing, and made Harry wince, thinking about Ron's reaction. He stopped pacing the room, and sat down next to the blonde.
"Don't do that. I know they'll be OK with it. well; they'll get to be OK with it. But what about your friends? They won't try and hurt you? You know, for being. my mate?" Even though Harry's words were hesitant, his eyes sparked with green fire. If any of those low life, slimy Slytherin gits even tried to hurt Draco, well, his imagination always had more room in it than anyone else he knew, and he could think of some delicious ways to make them pay. His eyes blazed as he began to think through the various ways he'd torture anyone who thought to hurt his love.
Draco almost smiled, at the look on Harry's face. He wasn't sure if this feeling inside was just because they were Veela, or because they were actually attracted to each other. After a moment he did smile, and then put his arm around Harry, who smiled back, and brought his arms up and around Draco's neck, putting their nose tips together. Both boys' smiles deepened, until at last, Harry leaned in and kissed Draco. After a moment, Harry broke it off, and his smile became a smirk.
"Well, are we ever gonna find out if I knocked you up or not? What does it take? A spell? Come on, out with it! Tell me, or I might just have to tickle it out of you." His smirk quickly became a grin, but behind the grin, Harry was serious. He wanted to know if their life would need to change immediately.
"Well, we can do it two ways. The quick way, I say a spell and then point the wand, and we wait five minutes for the results, and then we know if I'm pregnant. Or, the longer route, where I drink a potion, and we find out if I'm pregnant, the gender of the baby, and whether or not it will be magical. Though, I doubt any child of ours could be a squib. Ha!" Draco began to laugh at the thought of his Father, and how he would react to a squib in the family. Then he remembered that neither his father nor his mother would ever see his children. The darkness covered his eyes, and he calmed down, no longer smiling.
"It's OK Draco. I know. That's the beauty of genetics. Even though you'll never get to show our babies to your parents, they'll be there watching. Believe me, I know. That's been something I've always thought about, what it'd be like to hand my baby to my mother, and watch her coo. To hand my son to my father, and hear him say that he has my eyes. Then, with Voldemort in the cemetery, when the spirits came out of his wand, my parents were there, and I know now that they always will be. I don't know about your father, but your mother at least, will always be with you, and whatever children we have." Halfway into that little speech, he put his arms around Draco, and pulled him in close. With slow movements, he massaged Draco's back as he hugged him.
The two boys sat that way for a few more minutes, and just relaxed in the other's presence. Eventually, Draco sagged into Harry's embrace, and after a few more minutes, they were both calm again. Finally, Draco sat up, and smiled at Harry.
"Potter. Just because we're shagging, and I might be bearing your child, don't expect me to be nice or anything like that. I'm not going to switch houses, and aside from spending every waking moment with you, I will keep my old friends." He managed to keep the old Draco in control of his voice for most of the monologue, but he couldn't help but smile and let the warmth into his voice when he got to the part about every waking moment.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. Just as long as you realize all that applies for me too. And I do expect you to act civil with my friends. I will be polite to yours, and if they are polite as well, it might come to be more than civility. Are we agreed?" Somehow, Harry's statement came across as both loving and a threat. With a raised eyebrow he waited for Draco's response. Then something else struck him.
"Now, speaking about whether or not you're pregnant. How do we find out?" His eyebrow came down a little, and his smile broadened. Then he waited, letting Draco answer in his own time.
With a deliberate smile, Draco answered, "I think the potion. I know! I know. It'll take longer, but that way we learn more than just if I'm pregnant. Unless you want a quickie?" Now it was Draco's turn to raise his eyebrow. Harry smiled, and moved in to kiss him again. The kiss kept going deeper and deeper, until finally the boys had to come up fro breath.
His grin firmly in place, Harry answered, "No, longer is better." With a different fire in his eyes, Harry began to trail kisses down Draco's neck. Before each kiss, he nibbled Draco's neck, lightly, making Draco gasp repeatedly. With soft hands he lifted the blonde's shirt, and let his kisses go lower. He remembered from the last time that Draco's nipples were an especially nice spot for Harry to touch. So, with an impish grin, he took one into his mouth, and listened as Draco squirmed.
"Harry. Harry! Harry! Stop! We have to go to breakfast. Come on Harry. oooh.. Harry. Come on Harry. Breakfast? I'll tell Granger myself! Whenever we get down there, I'll run right in and yell 'Harry Potter Shagged my brains out last night! And then again this morning!'" Right then, Harry let the nipple fall out of his mouth, and he sat upright. Even though he had wanted to leave, Draco was a little disappointed. "That's better. Now, after breakfast, we can go ask Snape for whatever ingredients we don't have between us. I think I have most of it. do you have any Sicilian Snodgrass? I almost bought some this summer, but then it was a choice between that and pickled eel livers. An obvious choice."
Somewhere after the mention of Snape, Harry's eyes glazed over, and he drifted off into his own universe. When Draco finished talking about the potion, he noticed Harry's glassy look, and wasn't pleased about it. He elbowed Harry in the ribs, and then he got up, and headed for the door. And looked back at Harry.
"Are you coming Harry? Or will I need to sit by Crabbe and Goyle? I know they'll listen when I talk." He managed to put so much venom in his voice, the hair on the back of Harry's neck stood up on end, and made more jealousy burn in his eyes.
"You will not sit next to those buffoons ever again, unless I am there and able to make sure that they realize exactly how important you are to me." He stood up, and walked around the room, and put on some clean clothes, and looked back to Draco by the door, "You might want to change your clothes too. You reek." Even though he was still angry, underneath the snide comment, was a deep emotion. He threw a clean robe across the room to the blonde slytherin, and then a shirt and some jeans to go underneath.
They decided to arrive at breakfast just like normal, but by the time they were at the doors to the Great Hall, they were touching at the hip, and their fingers were interlocked. As Harry reached out to open the door, he realized that his hand was still wrapped in Draco's. They smiled, and almost giggled, then they walked into the Hall, and made it through the longest hour they ever had to. Even though they were sitting at the Veela table, they could feel the eyes of every other student on them, and sitting directly opposite, were Seamus and Andy.
Seamus kept darting looks across the table, trying to catch any looks going on between the two former enemies. Somehow, the two managed to keep from doing anything too suspicious, or so they thought. After they had eaten, and it was suitable to leave, they did as quickly as possible. After getting through the doors, they were surprised to hear a distinctly different voice.
"So. Is this just a fling, or have you bonded with the git, Harry?" Seamus was standing behind them tapping his foot. "Oh, I know. You're Veela and all. Young, looking for your mates, but I want to know. Are you abandoning us Gryffindors, or are you just dallying with Draco? Hmmm?" throughout his little diatribe, the two other Veela's eyes darkened, and it was close as to whose eyes were hotter. Draco's held purple ice, and Harry's green fire. After a moment, Draco drew breath and was about to curse Seamus into oblivion, when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Seamus. If anyone should know, it's you, that a Veela doesn't choose their mate. It's chosen for them. So if Draco is my mate, I'm not abandoning anyone. Let alone the house that holds all my friends. And I do not dally with anyone. Thank you very much, but Draco and I have a potion to be making, so good day." With that he turned and stalked away, and then stopped, and turned to motion Draco to come with him. The blonde had been standing exactly where he had been at the beginning of Harry's answer to Seamus, with his jaw drooping. "Are you coming Draco? Or do I have to brew the whole thing myself?" It was Harry's turn to tap his foot. Draco hurried to catch up with Harry, and then in a quick move, grabbed Harry's arm, and linked his own in it. They walked down the hall to their room, leaving Seamus staring.
They arrived in their room, and began gathering the ingredients. After a few moments they had everything together, except the Snodgrass. Draco went to the window, and called for his owl. He scribbled a quick note, and sent it to Prof. Snape, asking for the Snodgrass. Once the owl left, he turned back to Harry, and walked over in a highly seductive manner. He put his finger on Harry's lips, and began to kiss him the way he had been kissed earlier. Before they got too far, there was a pecking at their window. With an exasperated sigh, he got up, and opened the window. There was his owl, with a large packet, and a note.
Draco~
This is the Snodgrass you asked for, just remember, 3 oz. For one dose. I know that you're probably using it for a pregnancy test, and that is the recommended dose, despite what it may say in the books. The books were written for women to use it. Not young Veela males. You need about half the dose a women would, so unless you want to grow a whole new set of organs, only use what I told you. If you have any questions, you can come speak to me, or if your mate would prefer you can go speak to that woman. Good Luck. Snape.
"Well, here goes nothing." Dropping the note in Harry's lap, he measured out the Snodgrass, and began to mix the items in his mortar and pestle. Quickly it was a paste, and once he added the Sangre de Vida, it bubbled and boiled until it became a liquid. Which he drank, in one gulp. "Well, now we wait until tomorrow. 24 hours. Think you can wait?"
Harry got up, and walked over to him, and began to show him how they could spend the next few hours.
A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! I love reading them, and if you have any suggestions, please let me know. Earlier in the fic I used the name Professor Smeldon. This is a character from a fic called "Seamus is Seamus and you are yourself," Arimunami I really enjoyed that fic, and have permission to use this chara. Any questions? Comments? Let me know!
Disclaimers: They're all the same, though this chapter might have some more swearing than normal. you would too. wouldn't you? Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and to Frizzy, who, as always, has been a huge help.
The sunlight came pouring through the windows, hitting Harry's eyelids, causing him to slowly rise out of sleep. He smiled, not opening his eyes, just letting the light warm his face. After a moment, he realized that there was something else warming him. Someone else. He looked down, and snuggled up against his chest, was a blonde head. He smiled again, and then remembered what had happened the night before, and it was all he could do to not jump out of the bed, and dash around the room throwing his clothes on.
Even though he didn't jump up, he did move just enough to wake the blonde boy, who looked up, with sleepy eyes, and smiled at Harry. Inside, Harry melted. It felt just like all the warmth that had come from the sun, was filling him to bursting. All he could do was smile back. When he did, the other boy sat up, and broke the silence.
"So, that was just what I was told it would be like. The bonding I mean." His usual smirk somehow managed to come across to Harry as loving. After Harry got past the smile, he heard the words.
"What the Fuck do you mean? The Bonding! That was just supposed to be SEX! Not a life changing event! Did you know that would happen? Did you plan this? Well? Answer me!" Harry's voice rose in pitch with each rapid fire question, until he was almost screeching. At this point, he did actually jump out of the bed, making the *looser* parts of his body sway, back and forth, and making Draco lick his lips. "No! Don't even THINK about it!" Harry grabbed the sheet off the bed, and wrapped it around himself. "Well? Are you going to answer me? No! It's not an option! ANSWER ME!" Draco chuckled, and pulled his robe off the floor, and used it to cover himself.
"I mean that yes we bonded last night, didn't you read anything about Veela lives after you found out? And sex that good is always life changing! Though where you learned all that, and still being a virgin, I'll never know. And No! I did not plan this, though I had thought about it. You are quite alluring. By the way, how can I not think about it? It was very good, as I have said." All this was delivered in that mocking Malfoy tone, that made Harry's hackles rise. Even though Harry now thought of Draco as a friend, and more, apparently, that tone still made him want to hit the git.
"Well, I didn't think to read about it. I thought that either Snape or Smeldon would have taught us everything there is to know about Veela, by now, you know how those two are. If Smeldon isn't trying to one up Snape, Snape is undermining what Smeldon teaches us in DADA. You'd think those two had a personal issue. But stop trying to divert me!" Then he smiled, "Was it really that good? I thought so, but I wasn't sure." He smiled, and almost reached out to Draco, and then he remembered why he was mad.
"But now we're bonded! That means LIFE MATES! NO ONE ELSE! Do you think you can handle this? I don't know if I will be able to." Harry sat back down on the bed next to Draco, who took him in his arms.
"It'll all work out, you'll see. Anyway, it's not like we have a choice. The bonding's already done. Now, all we can do is take it day by day. And we'll need to check and see if I'm pregnant." Draco got up off the bed, and began walking around the room, gathering his clothes, and then walking into their bathroom. After a moment, he stepped back out, and looked at Harry, who was still in the same position on the bed he had been in before - the only difference was that his mouth looked like it would drop off his face.
"Don't tell me you didn't know that that could happen too? You *really* didn't read anything did you?" Draco laughed.
"What. What." swallow, "Do you mean, pregnant? You're not a girl. or are all Veela.. Um.. Bothguysandgirls?" The last part came out in a rush, and the blush that came to Harry's cheeks, made Draco laugh harder.
"Oh! Ha! No, I'm not a girl, and no, neither are you, or all Veela for that matter. It's just that male Veela carry enough genetic material to make an entire new life on their own, but since we're both Veela, we both have the same amount of genetic material. So, here's where the magic comes in, when you sucked me off, some of my sperm went inside you, and magically made its way to meet yours. Of course, when they met, they mixed, and began a baby there. Had you not screwed me, well then you'd be the one getting tested. But since ya did...Well, mother always did want grandchildren." Somehow, over all these years, Draco had managed to hide an impish nature underneath all the bitterness.
"So, do we need to make a run for a muggle store, and find a home pregnancy test, or something?" Harry was looking very uncomfortable. He didn't really like that his first time might have changed his life entirely. Then it struck him.
"What will Ron think? Hermione? The school? God! What will we tell them? That you and I are shag buddies, and, 'Oh, by the way, Draco is pregnant with my child. How's your day going?' I'm sure that'll go over well!" He had stood up, in the middle of that revelation, and begun pacing about the room.
"Well, you can tell your friends whatever you want, just as long as they know if they ever hurt you, I'll hunt them down and kill them in the most painful way possible." The grin on his face was a dark thing, and made Harry wince, thinking about Ron's reaction. He stopped pacing the room, and sat down next to the blonde.
"Don't do that. I know they'll be OK with it. well; they'll get to be OK with it. But what about your friends? They won't try and hurt you? You know, for being. my mate?" Even though Harry's words were hesitant, his eyes sparked with green fire. If any of those low life, slimy Slytherin gits even tried to hurt Draco, well, his imagination always had more room in it than anyone else he knew, and he could think of some delicious ways to make them pay. His eyes blazed as he began to think through the various ways he'd torture anyone who thought to hurt his love.
Draco almost smiled, at the look on Harry's face. He wasn't sure if this feeling inside was just because they were Veela, or because they were actually attracted to each other. After a moment he did smile, and then put his arm around Harry, who smiled back, and brought his arms up and around Draco's neck, putting their nose tips together. Both boys' smiles deepened, until at last, Harry leaned in and kissed Draco. After a moment, Harry broke it off, and his smile became a smirk.
"Well, are we ever gonna find out if I knocked you up or not? What does it take? A spell? Come on, out with it! Tell me, or I might just have to tickle it out of you." His smirk quickly became a grin, but behind the grin, Harry was serious. He wanted to know if their life would need to change immediately.
"Well, we can do it two ways. The quick way, I say a spell and then point the wand, and we wait five minutes for the results, and then we know if I'm pregnant. Or, the longer route, where I drink a potion, and we find out if I'm pregnant, the gender of the baby, and whether or not it will be magical. Though, I doubt any child of ours could be a squib. Ha!" Draco began to laugh at the thought of his Father, and how he would react to a squib in the family. Then he remembered that neither his father nor his mother would ever see his children. The darkness covered his eyes, and he calmed down, no longer smiling.
"It's OK Draco. I know. That's the beauty of genetics. Even though you'll never get to show our babies to your parents, they'll be there watching. Believe me, I know. That's been something I've always thought about, what it'd be like to hand my baby to my mother, and watch her coo. To hand my son to my father, and hear him say that he has my eyes. Then, with Voldemort in the cemetery, when the spirits came out of his wand, my parents were there, and I know now that they always will be. I don't know about your father, but your mother at least, will always be with you, and whatever children we have." Halfway into that little speech, he put his arms around Draco, and pulled him in close. With slow movements, he massaged Draco's back as he hugged him.
The two boys sat that way for a few more minutes, and just relaxed in the other's presence. Eventually, Draco sagged into Harry's embrace, and after a few more minutes, they were both calm again. Finally, Draco sat up, and smiled at Harry.
"Potter. Just because we're shagging, and I might be bearing your child, don't expect me to be nice or anything like that. I'm not going to switch houses, and aside from spending every waking moment with you, I will keep my old friends." He managed to keep the old Draco in control of his voice for most of the monologue, but he couldn't help but smile and let the warmth into his voice when he got to the part about every waking moment.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. Just as long as you realize all that applies for me too. And I do expect you to act civil with my friends. I will be polite to yours, and if they are polite as well, it might come to be more than civility. Are we agreed?" Somehow, Harry's statement came across as both loving and a threat. With a raised eyebrow he waited for Draco's response. Then something else struck him.
"Now, speaking about whether or not you're pregnant. How do we find out?" His eyebrow came down a little, and his smile broadened. Then he waited, letting Draco answer in his own time.
With a deliberate smile, Draco answered, "I think the potion. I know! I know. It'll take longer, but that way we learn more than just if I'm pregnant. Unless you want a quickie?" Now it was Draco's turn to raise his eyebrow. Harry smiled, and moved in to kiss him again. The kiss kept going deeper and deeper, until finally the boys had to come up fro breath.
His grin firmly in place, Harry answered, "No, longer is better." With a different fire in his eyes, Harry began to trail kisses down Draco's neck. Before each kiss, he nibbled Draco's neck, lightly, making Draco gasp repeatedly. With soft hands he lifted the blonde's shirt, and let his kisses go lower. He remembered from the last time that Draco's nipples were an especially nice spot for Harry to touch. So, with an impish grin, he took one into his mouth, and listened as Draco squirmed.
"Harry. Harry! Harry! Stop! We have to go to breakfast. Come on Harry. oooh.. Harry. Come on Harry. Breakfast? I'll tell Granger myself! Whenever we get down there, I'll run right in and yell 'Harry Potter Shagged my brains out last night! And then again this morning!'" Right then, Harry let the nipple fall out of his mouth, and he sat upright. Even though he had wanted to leave, Draco was a little disappointed. "That's better. Now, after breakfast, we can go ask Snape for whatever ingredients we don't have between us. I think I have most of it. do you have any Sicilian Snodgrass? I almost bought some this summer, but then it was a choice between that and pickled eel livers. An obvious choice."
Somewhere after the mention of Snape, Harry's eyes glazed over, and he drifted off into his own universe. When Draco finished talking about the potion, he noticed Harry's glassy look, and wasn't pleased about it. He elbowed Harry in the ribs, and then he got up, and headed for the door. And looked back at Harry.
"Are you coming Harry? Or will I need to sit by Crabbe and Goyle? I know they'll listen when I talk." He managed to put so much venom in his voice, the hair on the back of Harry's neck stood up on end, and made more jealousy burn in his eyes.
"You will not sit next to those buffoons ever again, unless I am there and able to make sure that they realize exactly how important you are to me." He stood up, and walked around the room, and put on some clean clothes, and looked back to Draco by the door, "You might want to change your clothes too. You reek." Even though he was still angry, underneath the snide comment, was a deep emotion. He threw a clean robe across the room to the blonde slytherin, and then a shirt and some jeans to go underneath.
They decided to arrive at breakfast just like normal, but by the time they were at the doors to the Great Hall, they were touching at the hip, and their fingers were interlocked. As Harry reached out to open the door, he realized that his hand was still wrapped in Draco's. They smiled, and almost giggled, then they walked into the Hall, and made it through the longest hour they ever had to. Even though they were sitting at the Veela table, they could feel the eyes of every other student on them, and sitting directly opposite, were Seamus and Andy.
Seamus kept darting looks across the table, trying to catch any looks going on between the two former enemies. Somehow, the two managed to keep from doing anything too suspicious, or so they thought. After they had eaten, and it was suitable to leave, they did as quickly as possible. After getting through the doors, they were surprised to hear a distinctly different voice.
"So. Is this just a fling, or have you bonded with the git, Harry?" Seamus was standing behind them tapping his foot. "Oh, I know. You're Veela and all. Young, looking for your mates, but I want to know. Are you abandoning us Gryffindors, or are you just dallying with Draco? Hmmm?" throughout his little diatribe, the two other Veela's eyes darkened, and it was close as to whose eyes were hotter. Draco's held purple ice, and Harry's green fire. After a moment, Draco drew breath and was about to curse Seamus into oblivion, when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Seamus. If anyone should know, it's you, that a Veela doesn't choose their mate. It's chosen for them. So if Draco is my mate, I'm not abandoning anyone. Let alone the house that holds all my friends. And I do not dally with anyone. Thank you very much, but Draco and I have a potion to be making, so good day." With that he turned and stalked away, and then stopped, and turned to motion Draco to come with him. The blonde had been standing exactly where he had been at the beginning of Harry's answer to Seamus, with his jaw drooping. "Are you coming Draco? Or do I have to brew the whole thing myself?" It was Harry's turn to tap his foot. Draco hurried to catch up with Harry, and then in a quick move, grabbed Harry's arm, and linked his own in it. They walked down the hall to their room, leaving Seamus staring.
They arrived in their room, and began gathering the ingredients. After a few moments they had everything together, except the Snodgrass. Draco went to the window, and called for his owl. He scribbled a quick note, and sent it to Prof. Snape, asking for the Snodgrass. Once the owl left, he turned back to Harry, and walked over in a highly seductive manner. He put his finger on Harry's lips, and began to kiss him the way he had been kissed earlier. Before they got too far, there was a pecking at their window. With an exasperated sigh, he got up, and opened the window. There was his owl, with a large packet, and a note.
Draco~
This is the Snodgrass you asked for, just remember, 3 oz. For one dose. I know that you're probably using it for a pregnancy test, and that is the recommended dose, despite what it may say in the books. The books were written for women to use it. Not young Veela males. You need about half the dose a women would, so unless you want to grow a whole new set of organs, only use what I told you. If you have any questions, you can come speak to me, or if your mate would prefer you can go speak to that woman. Good Luck. Snape.
"Well, here goes nothing." Dropping the note in Harry's lap, he measured out the Snodgrass, and began to mix the items in his mortar and pestle. Quickly it was a paste, and once he added the Sangre de Vida, it bubbled and boiled until it became a liquid. Which he drank, in one gulp. "Well, now we wait until tomorrow. 24 hours. Think you can wait?"
Harry got up, and walked over to him, and began to show him how they could spend the next few hours.
A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! I love reading them, and if you have any suggestions, please let me know. Earlier in the fic I used the name Professor Smeldon. This is a character from a fic called "Seamus is Seamus and you are yourself," Arimunami I really enjoyed that fic, and have permission to use this chara. Any questions? Comments? Let me know!