-sorry its been awhile, had a shyte load of homework to do and all that rubbish...nothing else to say so...later

diamantes: I'm glad you like my story- hope you continue to like it ^.^

mad: I'm writing a fanfiction, what's it look like I'm doing, and don't tell me what I should be doing, I do what I want when I want, you tell me that I *should* be working on LW, well just for fun I could delay it more because you've bloody well decided to berate me for something- watch your hands next time you decide to tell me to do something.

Siren: Don't worry about it, I could tell you liked it, I was just refering to the other people about my story, so no worries.

asaroth69: as always, a pleasure reading your reviews, may I be so bold as to inquire what your two lucky guesses are for what Draco will become? Before reading this chapter? Yes- nurses nowadays can be out-of-sorts now can't they? ^.^

oOkimOo: who said Draco would be a Veela? Not me..nope...not me...

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To Posses The Light

Chapter 8: Not Much Time Left

Why did his cheek sting so much? No one was in the room so why the fuck did it hurt so much? Wait~ . . . How the hell did he get into the infirmary in the first place . . .

Oh . . . he groaned suddenly . . .

It's been awhile since . . . since I've . . . He sighed dully, swinging his feet to the ground, It'd been awhile since he'd last passed out from both a memory and sensory overload . . .but then again . . . not that long ago.

Both his head and his heart ached, his head from memories, his heart- for the need of physical affection, which he'd been denied since the moment he'd been dropped on those acursed doorsteps . . .

Harry didn't spot the head nurse anywhere so he took it as an all-clear to get his arse out of there . . .

But he didn't fancy a trip to the common-rooms just yet . . . he didn't think he could take Seamus trying to grope him left-and-right . . .

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"You...should've given us some warnin' that you was so bloody..." Fred spoke absently, pulling on his pants,

"-angry Malfoy - I'm going to have these bite marks for months!" George complained, helping Fred button his shirt while said twin zipped his brothers trousers up.

Draco sighed pleasantly, wresting on his back, hands behind his back, "Funny, I didn't here either of you complaining at the time I was doing it." he remarked casually, licking a spot of blood from the corner of his unusually ruby-red lips.

"I feel sorry for 'Mione, I heard you had nailed her just before you found us." George grinned, pulling on his shirt and beginning to tie his shoes.

"Hunh - bitch didn't seem to have a problem, she was too busy cuming and moaning...fucking horny bint." Malfoy sneered angrily, sitting up in one fluid movement, grabbing his cloak; Draco stood and slipped it on, buttoning the four buttons covering his genitilia.

The twins were silent as they handed Malfoy his clothes.

Without a word Draco took the clothes and strode out of the spare room somewhere on the seventh floor, leaving the Weasly twins to find there way back on their own...

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Pansy was angry, more than angry...why wouldn't Draco accept his fate and come back to her? It was preposterous that he would become anything else other than a half-Veela, everyone could see that, but for some idiotic reason- he could not.

Ignoring several catcalls she recieved upon exiting the Slytherin dorms, Pansy turned down the hall and walked briskly towards the library, she was going to have a word with that bitch mudblood - Granger.

Oh she had heard that the mudblood was quite a wild cat inbetween the sheets, but Draco never went to anyone more than once unless they were *good*.

And this happened to be his *third* time with that stupid bitch Hermione Granger.

But still, Draco kept coming back to her, she wasn't just *good*, she was the fucking best. And that title was hard won, she didn't get good in bed out of some 'magical' born talent, nope, she had taken the best and the worst into her bed, learning what made each particular boy and girl moan and squirm with pathetic need and desire; and all that fucking had paid off...or was soon going to.

She was engaged to the Malfoy heir since the day of her birth, Narcissa Malfoy had some clairvoyance and had foreseen what she would and could do, since then, she'd been practically raised with Draco, ensuring that when he came into his inheritance, she would be his mate.

Now, now there were two possible threats to this position since Draco had started playing the role of a whore; whore or not really, he was a bloody great shag....beside the point- mudblood and golden-boy were now potential threats to her upcoming status.

Draco would be a half-blooded Veela by tomorrow night and she would not allow some stupid Gryffindors to get in her way!

Opening the library doors Pansy swiftly walked down the rows od study desks and aisles of books until she stopped before the bushy-haired bitch,

"Mudblood,"

"Whore." Hermione replied evenly, as if that was Pansy's formal greeting

"Stay away from Draco, he isn't yours and he's only fucking you because you're lucky enough to be a good shag; by tomorrow night these stupid rendevous` the two of you started at the end of last year will end. And I-"

"-and you will be Malfoy's mate...blah-blah-blah-" Hermione finished, unscathed by the verbal abuse.

Before Pansy could say anything more, Hermione slammed her book shut and stood up, hands laying flat on either side of the huge, leather-bound volume, she gave a great sigh before pinning a strict glare upon the school's slut.

"Pansy, I'm not so stupidly disillusioned into believing anything beyond shagging would happen between Malfoy and myself. I am also very aware of his coming inheritance; now go away, I have to finish studying for tomorrows test review in potions class." Hermione finished, sitting back down and opening a another book.

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He'd managed to slip into the dorms unnoticed and make it all the way up to his room; diving into his bed he pulled the curtains shut and locked them with a few spells and silencing charms.

//What'ssss with all the precautionsss...?// Sibinokin's familiar voice murmured into his ear, curling around Harry's neck comfortably.

//Bad day...needed to get awaysss from the othersss...// Harry explained briefly, leaning against the headboard, eyes rolling up into the back of his head...

Amazing as that little feat was, he'd learned to do that, roll his eyes up to appear as if he'd feinted or blacked out...He'd only learned it after getting smacked around several times...repeatedly.

He heard nothing from Sibinokin so he'd assumed the snake had decided to fall asleep...good idea...he thought absently, closing his eyes and drifting into unconsciousness...

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The next morning, Harry didn't feel partial to going to classes but he'd have to unless he fancied failing the term...ugh...life got really inconvieniant when your life sucks doesn't it? He thought to himself, slipping into his clothes and slinging his book bag over his shoulder, wand in his pocket.

He didn't feel hungry so he skipped breakfast and went to his first class of the day Transfigurations with Mcgonagal and then, Charms, with Flitwick...I think...oh bugger, does it really matter who teaches the stupid thing anyway? Harry thought dismally, walking into the classroom and finding a seat in the back, ignoring the curious gaze of his proffessor...

Oh great!~ Just let the fact that I've got double transfigurations with the Slytherins slip my mind! Harry berated himself as he scanned over the stray Slytherins and Gryffindors enter the classroom.

Wait- come to think of it- Harry thought, digging into his bag and pulling out his timetable...oh for fucks sake! I've got to deal with the backstabbers from hell THREE times- FIVE days out of a week! This was too much! Gods how cruel can the lot of you be up there?! Isn't it punishment enough with Uncle Vernon?!

Harry scowled to himself, he was getting all damned melodramatic over having a few classes with the Slytherins, besides, half the time it wasn't so bad- when he wasn't partnered up with Malfoy- which he knew damned well that he would be in Potions - just because Snape oh so loved Harry Potter - Pshkeh! Yeah right!

"Hello Harry, mind if I-"

"No. Go away Ron, same goes for you Hermione." Harry replied, cutting the redhead off, turning his eyes back to his blank parchment, starting to take notes for class.

"But Harry- you don't understand- Malfoy is-"

"What's to understand Ron? You fucked Malfoy- I think it's disgusting and low- plus you didn't tell me at all- didn't ask for help if there was anyway to stop it from happening-"

"But we *didn't* want to stop it from happening Harry- stop being so sickened by it- it's in the past and its over with- It's not going to happen again and-"

"I don't want to hear it Hermione-" Harry started, breaking off, he ran a hand through his hair and gave a sigh; he looked up to face the two of them, "Just- fine- I'll *try* to get over this...alright? But you can't rush this onto me for forgiveness or act as if it's alright- just...back off for awhile-alright?"

The two nodded slowly, either trying to contain there joy or the need to sigh- the two Gryffindors walked to the front of the room, sitting next to another classmate...

Harry took deep breaths to try and detach himself from certain body parts- so as not to feel them...like his vaguely throbbing arse for example...

He tried *not* to notice the usual- Malfoy Grand Entrance with the billowing robe-like cape and all the works...but as usual...he couldn't keep the hateful loathe from staying out of his green eyes... So...at least I'm not the only one that didn't miss Malfoy's entrance...he thought, noticing several blushing female and...male? Gryffindors as they began whispering amongst themselves, Slytherins too.

Keeping half-an-ear out for interesting snippets of gossip, Harry continued with his notes, trying to maintain an oblivious contennance of Malfoy's 'undressing eye-beams'...you know...the ones where you just -know- the person is mentally undressing you...yeah...you know the look I'm talking about...

"Malfoy's-"

"-inheritance is-"

"-tonight-"

"He's most likely going to-"

"-be-"

"- a Veela-"

"-A half-"

"-Veela-"

"-you mean-"

"-He'll then find his-"

"-mate-"

"I hope-"

"-it's going-"

"-to be-"

"-me...?" Harry whispered to himself, completing the girl's sentence for her, his mind too lost in thought to register anything- Malfoy was going to come into his inheritance? What's that...? Something to do with puberty no doubt...Veelas...he remembered them from the Quiditch game he'd went to in his fourth year...they had silver-white-blonde hair...and dazzling silver-blue eyes...

"The Malfoy's have Veela blood in their line..." he murmured, eyes wide, so Malfoy was going to mature intoa veela-no a half veela? well it did explain the strange hair-color and silver-blue eyes... a pity he never stopped gelling his hair back- bet it'd look good if he wore it ragged-looking and- what? What am I thinking about!? Ugh! just yuck! eeergh! C'mon Harry! Snap to it- quite acting like a queer and forget about this crap- just pay attention in class- stop slacking off-!

Witha new determination Harry wrote down as many notes as he could-

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He was starting to feel funny- no doubt his body was starting to restructure itself to better suite his new self- but as to what he was going to be- it was still a mystery to him-...he'd read as many books in the Malfoy name about each male's coming inheritance as he could- and nothing fit what was happening to him-

For one, there was a bit more muscle definition to his normally, lean-muscled frame, like the increased size of his deltoids and pectorals, along with his abs, leg muscles and every other muscle on his body- not to mention...his cock had well- gotten a size larger too...he didn't think that happened with age...

Silver eyes flew over to the mudblood- she was touching the weasel...he'd be sure to punish her for that- she knew better than to touch any male without his permissio- What the fuck? Malfoy shook his head, his fingers pressing against his temple- what was that about-

-If Pansy doesn't tell that idiot Slytherin to stop touching her like that then I'll be sure to rip his hands off and put them into Parkinson's knickers for allowing another male to touch her- what? stop it now Malfoy- why the hell would you care about that stupid shi- GODAMNIT BLAISE- if you don't stop flirting with that bitch I'm going to beat you until you're begging to die- that'll teach you to disobey me again!- ???

Draco shook his head in disbelief, what the fuck was going on with him? Ugh...

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The bell rang, signaling the end of class, the students filed out and seperated off to there next classes...

It was lunch time- but Harry had decided to sneak down into the kitchens and ask if Doby wouldn't mind giving him some food down there...

He wasn't sure whether to be surprised or baffled as to how Sibinokin managed to get into the kitchens...and was presantly having three or four house elves fawning over him...wasn't Sibinokin the-ever-godful-one...

//Aww...Harry...sssso good of you to join Sssibinokin...// he hissed pleasantly, making a motion with his tail, immediately a house elf ran forward with a chair for Harry to sit in...

//That will be all all Tinky...good housssse elf...// Sibinokin spoke, patting the house elf named 'Tinky' on the head.

"Your welcome sir's Sibinokin sirs-" Tinky beamed, scampering off...

//Food for you..?// Sibinokin inquired, another house elf raised a platter of various dead animals.

Harry wasn't so hungry anymore...

//Um...can I have a tunafish sssandwich insstead?//

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He didn't understand it, he didn't get what was happening to him- not at all... after mentally 'yelling' at Parkinson, Granger, Zabini, the Weasely Twins, Cho Chang, and a few other students for 'touching or talking' to people that he didn't want them to- as if he'd bloody cared if they did anything- he didn't own the bastards anyway- like it mattered really.

But still...he couldn't deny the sense of growing ownership over them...as if he now owned them...forever...

Classes were long over for the day, and he was currently sitting in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by all of Slytherin house as they hung up streamers and brought in food and drink for the party they were going to throw at midnight- when he became veela- but what they didn't know- was that he knew he wasn't going to be a veela...but something else...something more...powerful...

-Well...how do you like that? well I like it...I think it turned out nice...r/r later-