Harrys newly found domination turned out to be quite the turn on. The Veela refused to sleep in his bed though. She could snuggle after sex. She did that nigh, but after a the boy was fast asleep she moved into her own four poster. She just couldn't sleep with someone else that close. She didn't trust him enough for that.

Three days passed in relative calm. They'd built up a pattern of sorts. Quite respect for one another followed by nightly bouts of glorious sex. She could deal with the snuggling afterwards. What she couldn't do was put up with nonsense. She was still a Malfoy after all.

Standing in potions, partnered with Harry for her own protection, after three days of getting along, Draco noticed Harry was starting to behave. . . oddly. Right then, for example, he was grinding up the Varium Root needed for their potion. Only he wasn't doing it right.

The thick lavender paste he produced did not go with her complexion at all. She knew this because every few minutes his index finger would 'accidentally' dip into the substance and, 'forgetting' it was there, Harry would 'accidentally' wipe it onto her thigh just under the hem of her skirt. Harry seemed to not notice what he was doing, engrossed in the preparation as he was. But with each lavender stripe to make parallel lines along her leg Draco was growing more frustrated. What did he think he was doing?

A cold swipe tingled on her leg and looking down she caught the fourth stripe being placed but was to slow to swat the offending hand away. Harrys eyes did not leave his task but a small smile was trying to escape his lips. Noticing his apparent amusement the Veela leaned forward to whisper harshly at him, "Would you stop it!", while trying to wipe the staining substance off with a rag. It was no good. Snape had specifically mentioned earlier that the paste would stain the skin for 24 hours; there was no antidote. She'd have four lavender stripes on her thigh until this time tomorrow. Just great! The dull purple made her pail legs look grey as ash, and they meant she would have to wear a longer skirt. She didn't have a longer skirt!

Looking up furiously she noticed Harry was looking back with wide eyed innocence. A slight smile still tugging at his lips. "Stop what?" he asked. Infuriated, Draco stood up from her seat and threw the rag down on the table with growl of frustration. He was finding this funny!

"I'm serious, Harry. Stop it!" Her voice was short and harsh as she moved away from him to start preparing another component. Concentrating on job at hand she was startled by a cold sensation on the back of her neck. She gasped out in shock and tried to pull away but Harrys hand moved with her as she arched forward. An opened palm full of lavender paste placed consolingly on her neck.

"I'm sorry, Cory." He whispered in mock sympathy to her wide eyed surprise. "I didn't realise." Pulling a now lavender hand back to his side as he checked the temperature of the cauldron, Harry was trying desperately not to laugh.

Draco was sputtering beside him. The back of her neck displaying a lavender hand print, as attested to by the slight snickering from the table behind them. Without warning she plunged her fingers into the bowl of paste and smeared it vertically across the boys face. A dragged hand print from the top of his forehead, past his nose and swiped off at his chin. Satisfied she lifted the rag to wipe the excess from her fingers with all the pomp of a master finishing a wondrous artwork.

Harry stood in open mouthed shock. A large and misshaped chunk of the paste falling form his nose to the dungeon floor. Snickering rose silently form one end of the room while gasps sounded at the other. Snape was safely searching in the store cupboard out of sight.

Placing the rag buck down, Draco turned to see Harry and suddenly burst out in a fit of giggles. Covering her mouth with a hand and using the other to point a finger at him as she doubled over slightly. He looked like a member of the Gay and Lesbian Marti Gras. Possibly some muggle fairy or lavender shaded elf.

Brought from his shock Harry couldn't help but smile at finally having made the Veela smile, let alone burst into an adorable fit of girly giggles. He wiped the excess paste form his face and reached out to return the favour. But draco saw the horrible coloured hand coming and turned to run away. . .only to feel a cold sludgy hand enclose around the back of her right thigh. Squealing she turned fast to the bowl and scooped out a portion to dumb on the now loudly laughing boys head. He kept laughing and pulled her into a hug as her hand slowly worked the sludge into his hair. Massaging it in like a thick shampoo she laughed with him.

The whole class was shocked into silence and a large clattering noise saw the fast emergence of Professor Snape form the cupboard. Laughter in his classroom never lead to anything good. The sight to greet him confirmed that fact. The Potter boys head was entirely lavender, hair and all. Smaller streaks covered Dracos legs and arms as the two proceeded to actually make out in his classroom!

"WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU TWO THING YOUR DOING!?!"

At the bellowed voice of the Slytherin head of house the two lovers pulled away and looked guiltily down to the ground. Draco had a very unattractive lavender smear around her mouth. She looked like a five year old caught attempting to drink an uncooked icing mix. One small dot on the end of her nose. "Detention!" Snape continued, "Tonight, for the both of you! You'll be cleaning up this mess! AND 5 points from Gryffindor for instigation and 2 from Slytherin for retaliation.. . .Now, all of you get back to work!"

Neville gave a squeak of fear despite the fact that he was not the subject of the terrible wrath. Just witnessing it was enough. He was delicate after all.

The next day at lunch Hermoine awaited the arrival of her friend in vein. Ron sat next to her trying to think of all possible excuses for Harry's absence. "Maybe he's off. . . you know? Taking car of Cory." Wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. Hermoine scowled in return. That was not an acceptable answer!

"or," Ron went on, "Maybe he found the entrance to a secret chamber no one has been in for a thousand years, which was created my Rowena Ravenclaw, using his remarkable ability to speak the language of Ravens, and he'd currently battling to the death with a giant bird in order to stop it from flying out and eating all students with below average grades?" Hermoine scowled further, this wasn't funny.

"or," Ron didn't seem to notice how annoyed his friend was getting, "He's accidentally fallen into a year long competition with representatives from around the world for the ultimate prize of being sole member of Corys bed. BUT, before he can win that honour he must battle a. . . giant squid, which you know, has all those arms so it's bound to be hard. THEN he has to learn how to fly, find the right cloud out of all the clouds in the sky to rescue a basket of kittens (because that's the sort of thing heroes do.) THEN he was to solve a difficult puzzle before his opponents only to find once he's won that Cory will drag him off to Malfoy Manor to let her father flay and serve him as an appetiser at a feast. But, of course, he'll defeat Lucius, turn Cory to the side of the light and return to school having freed all the house elves, caused a revolution and saved the world yet again?" A few students around them gave a laugh at that, but Hermoine was not happy. She grabbed his elbow just as he was starting in on another possibility. Seamus let out a disappointed sigh to which Ron bowed and promised to return.

Once they were out of the Hall Ron had to extricate his arm from her grip before she accidentally ripped it off. "Hermoine? I'm sure he's fine. He's just with Draco. Calm down." Reaching a hand out he tried to pull her back but the murderous glare she sent him stopped that idea. He decided to just follow her, not because he had to. . . because he wanted to.

"It's not alright!" she screeched, "It's a week into school and apart from the first afternoon Harry hasn't talked to us once! We're his best friends! Not that. . . that. . . I don't know what she is, but she's still Malfoy!" At that she stopped and whirled on the startled red head, pointing a finger at him menacingly with every word, daring him to disagree, "Just because she's putting out doesn't mean she's worth his time!" They started up a few flights of stairs as Hermoine started mumbling to herself in what Ron slightly scary way.

Heroines mind was racing. Who did Draco think she was? Strutting around in those stupid skirts! Didn't anyone else see they were too short? There was no way they were regulation length. Any ones legs would look that good in such sort skirts, but some people had responsibilities. Some people wanted to set a good example for the younger girls. Some people realised that showing so much leg was demeaning to women everywhere! Hermoine was one of those people!

Of course, she thought with growing bitterness, Draco wouldn't realise that, she was a boy inside after all! A sultry, stupid boy! Who did she think she was hoarding all of Harry's time like this? Harry was her best friend! All of a sudden some girl comes along with anorexia and Harry can't even talk to his friend? Draco was still Draco! Abnormally small legs and a comically small stomach didn't change that! Just because the Veela suddenly grew much to large breast, that were bound to tip the twit over, didn't mean she was a good person!

This was still Draco Bloody Malfoy after all! Even Ron couldn't help himself from drooling! It was ridicules! If Hermoine saw an attractive boy he would become ugly as she got to know him should he be a complete arse like Malfoy was! What was wrong with all these boys? Couldn't they see past that hideously huge chest!?!

And all of the teachers were clearly affected! There was no way Dracos marks where that good! Never mind that the Malfoy had always had the second highest marks! Hermoine was a dedicated student who loved her work! Surely Draco was too busy thinking of racial slurs to actually study! That stupid Veela just thought she was brilliant! Perfect grades to go with her perfect body! Everyone thought Cory was just PERFECT! But Hermoine knew better. Hermoine knew much better then all of these uneducated plebes!

Rounding the corner to Harry and Draco's private rooms the bushy haired girl had to take a deep breath to calm herself. They were going to visit Harry and devise a study plan for turning that thing back into a boy so everything could go back to normal!

Approaching the entrance Hermoine and Ron were surprised to see a laughing Draco emerge, looking back into the room and waving something around with a whoop of triumph. The Veela started towards them and stoped dead, still smiling when she noticed the Gryffindors open mouthed shock. Harry burst out the door after her, wrapping his arms around her still form and reaching out for the object, giggling in a very non-Harry way. This seemed to shock Draco into action and she burst free from his arms and started to run down the hall. The green eyed boy let out squeal of surprise at how easily she'd escaped his clutches and started after her. Before he disappeared Hermoine called out his name to draw his attention. Without stopping his pursuit the brunet turned his head and yelled back at them, "Hey guys! I'll see you later!" and then he was gone.

Hermoine couldn't help but stomp her foot down and ask Ron in a banshee like scream "Just who the hell does she think she is!?!" before storming off in the other direction. The startled red head blinked back into his right mind. He hated it when Malfoy did that! No matter how much he tried to concentrate on his hate for the blond he always fell into mute adoration when in her presence. Coming back to his right mind he scurried off after Hermoine before he got himself into trouble.