"It's too hot!"
Harry had no idea what she was talking about. It was snowing outside and he was quite cold. He sat in his four-poster on the opposite side of the room from Draco's, wondering how she could possibly pace back and forth in a singlet and nickers. Harry had no idea where she even got them and was afraid to ask. If they belonged to someone else, well, he didn't want to know.
Draco was too hot! Her skin was on fire, and she itched! Not in places she could scratch herself. She would love to do it, but she had no idea how that worked. She'd only ever had sex with boys while being one and so, wasn't sure what to do.
"Please, Potter?! Touch meeee!"
She raced over to the end of his bed and crawled a little to fast to be called 'seductive' towards him. In fact, it was much more like a scurry. Harry held to his resolve. He was not a gigolo. She would just have to control herself. He turned back to his book and continued to read.
"Veela women were claimed to have been invented by Gregoria Bush, a 7th century brothel owner who said, 'I was in want of a good lay, so I made me one hell of a one! An' she don't mind a good romp neither! Nay, she's being rather fond of it, and complains like mad if I don't bed her at least once a night. It's a credit to our community, that's what it is'. It was later found in the early 8th century that Mr. Bush found a Veela colony rather then inventing them."
Draco couldn't believe it! Didn't Potter realise she was itchy? Who did he think he was? She climbed onto his lap, just behind his book, and tried to remove the offending object.
"Potter! You don't understand! You're needed! Be the hero, help me before I fucking melt!"
But Harry would not listen. He would ignore the beautiful woman throwing herself at him. Sitting on him. He was READING damn it and she wouldn't stop him! Those words repeated themselves as a mantra and he tried desperately to continue his book.
". and since the first colony was found and integrated into wizarding society in France, 684, Veela have become highly integrated into the aristocracy of the land. While highly vocal in their physical needs, especially if gone unfulfilled, Veela are cold and distant when not yearning for touch. A Polar being who is in fact better suited to owning whores then being one."
Harry was reading steadfast and Draco had had enough. She tried moving around a bit. The only sign that Potter noticed was a small swallow and a nervus tick that had started in his left eyebrow at some point.
One would have thought seducing a 17 years old boy, with the looks Draco possessed, would be easy. But the stubbornness of a Potter was only matched by that of a Malfoy. She would have to try harder and by god, that was what she was going to do.
Since Harry was sitting on his back in bed, with his knees up, book pulled close to his face and Veela sitting in his lap, Draco found it quite easy to lean back on the boy's knees like a chair. She started to make little moaning noises. How could he resist?
"Oh Harry! Please touch me! Hmmmm. you know you want to."
He read on,
"The Veela women have little to no control over their desires at 24 hour intervals."
She made a little whine in her throat,
"The men have considerably more control, but much less power."
She tried to remove the book again but he held tight,
"Studies in the field have shown that the magnetic pull Veela women have builds up inside themselves, and can become heated and irritating if not seen to."
He was trying to read. He really was, but from the corner of his eye (or what was increasingly becoming his main focus) Harry could see the beauty. That was it, he pounced,
"OH, god!"
Harry had no idea what he was doing! He had no idea what to do, but he had to do it now! Harry was in heaven. He would have wondered why he had tried to fight this, except that all thought processes were currently switched off. His chair was in its upright position and his tray table secure! He was a boy coming in for a landing.
Once the afterglow had ended, Draco picked herself up and walked on somewhat shaky legs back her bed, a vision of an angel with the devils walk. That wonderful sway that just screams 'I just got my brains screwedout'. She climbed under her sheets and destroyed all visions of the fantasy woman that Harry had created since her mouth shut and hands started doing the talking,
"Thanks for that, Scarhead. Same time tomorrow?"
And she drifted to sleep, leaving a cursing boy awake in the room, wondering why he had forgotten for that wonderful moment (ahem, wonderful hour) that this beautiful woman was Draco Malfoy. Being a girl wouldn't change that. And tomorrow the school would fill up and she just might find someone more suitable for tomorrow night's itch.
Harry had no idea what she was talking about. It was snowing outside and he was quite cold. He sat in his four-poster on the opposite side of the room from Draco's, wondering how she could possibly pace back and forth in a singlet and nickers. Harry had no idea where she even got them and was afraid to ask. If they belonged to someone else, well, he didn't want to know.
Draco was too hot! Her skin was on fire, and she itched! Not in places she could scratch herself. She would love to do it, but she had no idea how that worked. She'd only ever had sex with boys while being one and so, wasn't sure what to do.
"Please, Potter?! Touch meeee!"
She raced over to the end of his bed and crawled a little to fast to be called 'seductive' towards him. In fact, it was much more like a scurry. Harry held to his resolve. He was not a gigolo. She would just have to control herself. He turned back to his book and continued to read.
"Veela women were claimed to have been invented by Gregoria Bush, a 7th century brothel owner who said, 'I was in want of a good lay, so I made me one hell of a one! An' she don't mind a good romp neither! Nay, she's being rather fond of it, and complains like mad if I don't bed her at least once a night. It's a credit to our community, that's what it is'. It was later found in the early 8th century that Mr. Bush found a Veela colony rather then inventing them."
Draco couldn't believe it! Didn't Potter realise she was itchy? Who did he think he was? She climbed onto his lap, just behind his book, and tried to remove the offending object.
"Potter! You don't understand! You're needed! Be the hero, help me before I fucking melt!"
But Harry would not listen. He would ignore the beautiful woman throwing herself at him. Sitting on him. He was READING damn it and she wouldn't stop him! Those words repeated themselves as a mantra and he tried desperately to continue his book.
". and since the first colony was found and integrated into wizarding society in France, 684, Veela have become highly integrated into the aristocracy of the land. While highly vocal in their physical needs, especially if gone unfulfilled, Veela are cold and distant when not yearning for touch. A Polar being who is in fact better suited to owning whores then being one."
Harry was reading steadfast and Draco had had enough. She tried moving around a bit. The only sign that Potter noticed was a small swallow and a nervus tick that had started in his left eyebrow at some point.
One would have thought seducing a 17 years old boy, with the looks Draco possessed, would be easy. But the stubbornness of a Potter was only matched by that of a Malfoy. She would have to try harder and by god, that was what she was going to do.
Since Harry was sitting on his back in bed, with his knees up, book pulled close to his face and Veela sitting in his lap, Draco found it quite easy to lean back on the boy's knees like a chair. She started to make little moaning noises. How could he resist?
"Oh Harry! Please touch me! Hmmmm. you know you want to."
He read on,
"The Veela women have little to no control over their desires at 24 hour intervals."
She made a little whine in her throat,
"The men have considerably more control, but much less power."
She tried to remove the book again but he held tight,
"Studies in the field have shown that the magnetic pull Veela women have builds up inside themselves, and can become heated and irritating if not seen to."
He was trying to read. He really was, but from the corner of his eye (or what was increasingly becoming his main focus) Harry could see the beauty. That was it, he pounced,
"OH, god!"
Harry had no idea what he was doing! He had no idea what to do, but he had to do it now! Harry was in heaven. He would have wondered why he had tried to fight this, except that all thought processes were currently switched off. His chair was in its upright position and his tray table secure! He was a boy coming in for a landing.
Once the afterglow had ended, Draco picked herself up and walked on somewhat shaky legs back her bed, a vision of an angel with the devils walk. That wonderful sway that just screams 'I just got my brains screwedout'. She climbed under her sheets and destroyed all visions of the fantasy woman that Harry had created since her mouth shut and hands started doing the talking,
"Thanks for that, Scarhead. Same time tomorrow?"
And she drifted to sleep, leaving a cursing boy awake in the room, wondering why he had forgotten for that wonderful moment (ahem, wonderful hour) that this beautiful woman was Draco Malfoy. Being a girl wouldn't change that. And tomorrow the school would fill up and she just might find someone more suitable for tomorrow night's itch.
