Chapter two
It was breakfast on Sunday morning, Harry had of course told Ron and
Hermione about his meeting with the headmaster and on top of that Seamus
who was all to happy to make the veela jealous.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table moving his scrambled egg's around his plate with his fork while contentedly watching Harry over at the Gryffindor table surrounded by his mates. Seamus saw that the blondes attention was on his boyfriend so he took Harry's hand and to make thing's perfectly clear he leaned forward and kissed the raven haired boy who wasn't really expecting it but willingly obliged.
Draco couldn't take any more of this, he stood up abruptly and left the great hall as Ron moaned.
"Do you have to do that while were eating."
As there was no lessons today Draco decided he could find his overdue solitude in the grounds. He sat at the base of an old willow tree that had been planted at the edge of the lake the previous year. The blonde gazed over the calm water in awe, he had always loved nature. He took out a small black book that he used as a journal and began to write, the only thing that broke the silence was the scratching of the quill and the occasional bird song. He sat there the entire day, skipping lunch and dinner, it wasn't until darkness had fallen did he hear some one come up behind him.
"Can I talk to you?" Came Harry's voice, Draco immediately stood up and turned around to face his one true love.
"Sure."
"Well I've had time to think and I've decided that I want to give you a chance as a friend as Seamus and I are still going out."
"What brought on the sudden change of mind?"
"I've just been thinking is all." Harry said shifting his feet a little, it didn't take the veela long to figure out the real reason as even by the light of the half moon he could faintly see a purpling bruise on his left cheek.
"He did that didn't he?" Draco asked even though he already knew the answer Harry would inevitably give. The Gryffindor nodded regretfully.
"But I can't leave him Draco, what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you babe your not the one who needs help." Harry was know reduced to tears, so he allowed himself to be pulled into a hug by the veela who was glad at the close contact.
"Let me take you back to Gryffindor tower, you can rest and I'll see you in the morning. If he touches you again I swear I'll."
"Draco please don't." Harry pleaded as he wiped his eyes and began to walk slowly back to the castle. Though what the two didn't realise was they really hadn't been alone. From his quarters Dumbledore had chanced a glance out of the window and watched the entire encounter as had Seamus who had been looking for Harry in the dormitory and happened to look out of the window.
"What does it mean to be a veela's mate?" Harry asked as Draco escorted his mate to his common room.
"Well once they bond they share every thing, the natural strength of the veela, they can communicate through the mind and I will never be able to leave you for more than a week at a time. " The Slytherin explained as they neared their destination. Harry's feelings on the subject were gradually changing for the better, he also felt a tingle in his heart as Draco kissed his cheek goodbye when they reached the portrait of the fat lady.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table moving his scrambled egg's around his plate with his fork while contentedly watching Harry over at the Gryffindor table surrounded by his mates. Seamus saw that the blondes attention was on his boyfriend so he took Harry's hand and to make thing's perfectly clear he leaned forward and kissed the raven haired boy who wasn't really expecting it but willingly obliged.
Draco couldn't take any more of this, he stood up abruptly and left the great hall as Ron moaned.
"Do you have to do that while were eating."
As there was no lessons today Draco decided he could find his overdue solitude in the grounds. He sat at the base of an old willow tree that had been planted at the edge of the lake the previous year. The blonde gazed over the calm water in awe, he had always loved nature. He took out a small black book that he used as a journal and began to write, the only thing that broke the silence was the scratching of the quill and the occasional bird song. He sat there the entire day, skipping lunch and dinner, it wasn't until darkness had fallen did he hear some one come up behind him.
"Can I talk to you?" Came Harry's voice, Draco immediately stood up and turned around to face his one true love.
"Sure."
"Well I've had time to think and I've decided that I want to give you a chance as a friend as Seamus and I are still going out."
"What brought on the sudden change of mind?"
"I've just been thinking is all." Harry said shifting his feet a little, it didn't take the veela long to figure out the real reason as even by the light of the half moon he could faintly see a purpling bruise on his left cheek.
"He did that didn't he?" Draco asked even though he already knew the answer Harry would inevitably give. The Gryffindor nodded regretfully.
"But I can't leave him Draco, what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you babe your not the one who needs help." Harry was know reduced to tears, so he allowed himself to be pulled into a hug by the veela who was glad at the close contact.
"Let me take you back to Gryffindor tower, you can rest and I'll see you in the morning. If he touches you again I swear I'll."
"Draco please don't." Harry pleaded as he wiped his eyes and began to walk slowly back to the castle. Though what the two didn't realise was they really hadn't been alone. From his quarters Dumbledore had chanced a glance out of the window and watched the entire encounter as had Seamus who had been looking for Harry in the dormitory and happened to look out of the window.
"What does it mean to be a veela's mate?" Harry asked as Draco escorted his mate to his common room.
"Well once they bond they share every thing, the natural strength of the veela, they can communicate through the mind and I will never be able to leave you for more than a week at a time. " The Slytherin explained as they neared their destination. Harry's feelings on the subject were gradually changing for the better, he also felt a tingle in his heart as Draco kissed his cheek goodbye when they reached the portrait of the fat lady.
