So You Want To Be A Veela
Disclaimer: Nothings mine ok? How can it be? We all know that the Harry Potter World is as real as our own. Like the matrix, only not... Rating:R Year:6th Pairings: DM/HP, RW/HG Warnings: I warn you, don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 4 – Not Bloody Likely
It was the first full day back at Hogwarts and already Harry could tell that something was different. As he walked down the hallways on his way to breakfast he noticed that everyone seemed to be preoccupied. Girls who would usually break into hysterical giggling fits whenever they saw him, now merely glanced his way appreciatively before immediately resuming their previous conversation. Obviously something was going on that Harry knew nothing about.
He walked into the Great Hall and right away the tension and quietness of the extremely large room filled him. He could hear his footsteps reverberating against the walls. For the first time in 6 years he had entered a room full of wizards and no one paid him the slightest amount of attention. He paused. There were no whispers or giggles or even glances his way. No one looked at him. Everyone was staring intensely at one person. That person was Draco Malfoy, who was eating his porridge as if everything was normal. Pondering this phenomenon Harry moved farther into the Great Hall, heading for Ron and Hermione who were already seated at the Gryffindor table, but before he could take a second step he felt something sharp and sweet hit him in the gut, it caused him to stop in his tracks. Wave after wave of sensation and attraction began to roll through him beating at his senses.
'What the devil is going on?' he thought and looked up in search of the cause of all the emotion and his vision landed on Draco Malfoy who was currently inspecting his fingernails through slitted eyes. Harry wanted to do something crazy to get his attention. Scream at the top of his lungs, or summon his firebolt and fly all around the Great Hall, anything to attract the beautiful blonds' gaze. He would reach into the sky and turn off the sun if it dared threatened to darken the beautiful pale whiteness of Draco Malfoy's skin ... Harry took a sharp intake of breath. Malfoy? Malfoy?! This is the git who made fun of him because his parents were dead. There was no way he could feel in any attracted to him. Harry felt his heart beat slow down, and he gained somewhat control of his breathing. Even with veela powers Draco was far from the kind of person Harry would be interested in. With that conclusion, he again made his way towards the Gryffindor table. His body still wasn't acting exactly normal and he still felt desire for the veela running through his veins, but now at least he had enough control over himself to not react to it.
As far as he was concerned he would NEVER react to it
It was a strange thing indeed for him to walk around the long Hogwarts tables and have his footsteps be the only source of noise in the usually loud and raucous hall. After what seemed like hours he finally reached his destination and took an empty seat beside Ron, who was, at the moment, staring at the slytherin table with a glazed look in his eyes.
"Ron? Ron!" Harry said pulling the boy out of his reverie. "What are you doing?" He was amused to see his friends face turn a deep shade of red in embarrassment and self disgust as he came to his senses and realized what he had been doing and whom he had been staring at.
"I don't know what your talking about." Ah, so he decided to play dumb.
"I'm talking about the fact that you were staring over at the Slytherin table." Harry said, feeling only a twinge of guilt for making fun of something his friend couldn't control.
"I had something in my eye?" Ron said hopefully looking at him and he snorted in disgust.
"You were looking at Draco Malfoy only not in painful agony."
Ron shook his head, "I don't know what happened, one minute I was listening to Seamus talk about how he had gotten the best shag of his life on the Hogwarts Express yesterday, then Malfoy walks in with his cronies and WHAM! I don't know. Everything went blank." Ron shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, considering Hermione is indisposed at the moment, I'll explain this for you. Ahem. Your current desire for the slytherin pest is just an effect of his veela attraction, and anyone with a teaspoon of hormones would naturally feel the same way." Harry finished with a smile, but Ron clearly had not paid attention to a word he had said and was glaring furiously at Hermione.
"Hermione! Hermione damn it! Snap out of it!"
~*~
It had started out as a great morning for Draco Malfoy. He had schooled his features to appear as if he was nonchalantly eating his porridge, and was in the best of moods. He was quite aware of everyone's worshipping gaze on him, something in which he was thoroughly enjoying. His soft pink lips tilted into a smile, and he could hear his fellow students moan with pleasure. After all, he was the only thing worth looking at in this sorry excuse for a school. As he gloated he noticed one of the doors to the Great Hall open and he watched as Harry Potter came in looking thoroughly confused.
Abruptly, the room temperature rose 20 degrees, and the porridge he been previously enjoying stuck to the back of his throat. As he stared he saw the look of confusion grow on his mates' face followed then by a slightly pale and sick look, as if he was just hit in the stomach. Dracos' pulse began to beat faster and he was experiencing a shortness of breath. As if sensing Dracos' gaze on him Harry looked up and Draco looked down at his nails though still watching him through the corner of his eye. He saw Harry's cheeks pinken with desire, and the storm clouds of lust enter into his eyes. It took everything in Draco's power to keep the appearance of a cool exterior. Finally! He finally had Harry Potter in the palm of his hand to mold him in his image, as he had wanted to do since the beginning of first year.
Tantalizing shivers ran through his body as he imagined what he would make Harry do first. He would make him undress slowly teasing him with his natural grace and beauty. Then Draco would lick every part of his body, biting and caressing until he was begging for completion, punishment for making them wait so many years.
Then, something strange occurred. The fire that was burning in Harry's eyes suddenly vanished, as if snuffed out like a candle. How? How could that have happened? At first Draco experienced confusion, how could all that emotion just disappear as if it were never there? He glanced over to where Harry was making his way to the Gryffindor table as if nothing happened. He started to feel himself panic. Harry was his HEARTMATE, he was sure of it! What if he were somehow resistant to his charms? After realizing the impossibility of that idea. he began to feel anger, which was by far the strongest. How DARE he dismiss him as if he were some lowly house elf. Not even a cool house elf either, like Dobby, but like one of the really dirty ones....who smelled like a toilet. Like a DIRTY SMELLY house elf! It was OUTRAGEOUS! He was the sole heir of the Malfoy fortune! And Harry was just an overrated son of a mudblood, one of whom Draco could buy ten times over with the galleons found in his dirty laundry. He would NOT be so easily dismissed, he'd have to teach Harry how to treat someone of his breeding and stature...
Especially if they were going to be spending the rest of their lives together.
~*~
Harry was sitting in the dungeons where his potions class was taking place, but he couldn't understand a single word Snape was saying. The magnetic pull coming from Malfoy was to strong for him to concentrate on Snapes' very long and utterly boring words. A quick glance around the dreary room showed that all of the other young wizards were experiencing the same phenomenon. Their eyes were all glassy and lopsided smiles tilted their lips. Pansy Parkinson was doing something very weird with her eyelids. She seemed to be blinking them very fast, probably trying to show off that disgustingly electric blue eyeshadow she put on for Draco. So, she looked like a pug faced cow with eyeshadow on. Good for her. Harry was able to momentarily escape the magnetic pull Draco was putting out by throwing his full attention on the matching electric blue lipstick she had pasted on her face-
"Draco! Will you turn that BLOODY thing off?!!" Snape suddenly screamed. "Even the weakest veela can at least FOCUS their powers."
The total shock of Snape yelling at Draco Malfoy was enough to break most of the students out of their reverie.
Harry could hear Draco make an indignant noise in the back of his throat, angry at being yelled at no doubt. Harry's lips twitched at the fact that Draco finally got a taste of the medicine Snapes' been giving him for the past 6 years. A few minutes later he began to feel himself relax as unwanted tension seeped from his body. The whole class sighed from relief in unison.
"Good. Now, the potion is due at the end of class. You may begin."
The class looked at each other in confusion. None of them had been paying the slightest amount of attention to the lesson and so had no idea where to begin. Harry looked back at Draco, whose eyebrows were wrinkled together and whom appeared to be thinking very seriously about something. Probably plotting his next bit of mischief (a prank on him most likely) he thought and snorted with disgust.
The class was now looking expectantly at Snape, waiting for him to explain the assignment more fully. Snape sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"The directions are on the board you total imbeciles."
And so they were.
"Psst, Hermione, what's the name of the potion were working on?" Ron hissed in Hermione's direction.
"Well how the heck am I supposed to know? YOU should have been paying attention." Hermione said irritably.
"What? Are you saying that you haven't been hanging off of Snapes every word? What would Professor McGonagall think if she knew her nominee for head girl had been mooning over a slytherin instead of doing her work?"
Hermione gasped and looked down at her empty cauldron, guilt sketched all over her face.
"God Ron, stop being such an ass. If your so jealous then do something about it." Harry cut in. Ron turned pink and began to randomly throw ingredients into his cauldron grumbling about annoying veela scum...or meddling 'know it all' friends.
It was all quite amusing.
Harry was about to tell him so, when it started. Heat, waves and waves of heat were washing over him, and his heart began thumping a fast beat in his chest. Fire making his blood boil began to burn across his skin. He could feel his blood thick with desire running through his veins and he had become extremely sensitive. He felt the soft cloth of his boxers rubbing against his cock and he began to pant heavily. What was happening to him?
Draco Malfoy of course.
He moved slightly and the cotton boxers moved against him. Harry closed his eyes in ecstasy.
Pale white skin, perfect for biting, kissing and licking entered his mind. He forgot about the students and Snape, it was just him and his beautiful angel. So close he could smell him...touch him even. So close, he could go over there and do whatever he wished, hear him gasp hear him moan...
No, no he had to get control of himself! He had to-
Oh God, he was so exquisite. Harry imagined Dracos' trim figure beneath his own both slick with sweat, he almost came right then and there . He wanted him so bad-
He had to stop! He had to- before he lost control-
And so, Harry Potter did the only thing he could do to escape the veelas' attraction.
He ran.
~*~
Draco sat rigidly in his chair fuming with anger at the way Snape had talked to him. Why, he had never raised his voice to him before in his life! But still, he had proposed an interesting idea. Was it possible to collect all of the energy he was putting out into himself, and then focus it unto one person? Well, it was worth a try. At the rate he was going, he wouldn't get Harry until they were both too old to enjoy it properly. So he concentrated on every molecule he had expelled from within himself. It was a lot harder than he thought it would be. To manage the molecules in small quantities was easy, but to try and manage them in such a huge amount was damn near impossible. But slowly and surely he gathered them back into himself. He could actually feel the classes' relief wash over him. 'Snape will be happy', he thought wryly. The strain it put on him to control his magnetism greatly sapped at his energy reserves. He peered over to where Harry was sitting with his sorry excuse for friends. If this goes right then soon, he will be the one making him laugh. Draco took a deep breath and began to lift the great ball of energy inside of himself. He grimaced under the weight of it but continued to lift until he could picture the giant mass in front of him. He felt the sweat of exertion pop up on his forehead and released everything in Harry's...general...direction."
Draco sat poised staring at Harry, waiting for it to connect...and waited...and waited...and waited...'What the HELL happened? Why didn't it work?!!' As soon as these thought entered his mind Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting near his Harry, spun around. Draco could see she had a wild look on her face, eyes full of lust, and her nose was flared out like a rampaging bull. Actually, she looked as if she would ram him at any second. In a wild panic Draco pulled his magnetism back into himself. It all came back with a fast SNAP that took his breath away. Gradually he could see Pansy slump back into her chair, eyes glazed over. Draco was filled with immense relief. Electric blue didn't go well with his complexion.
Actually, he didn't think it went well with ANYONE'S complexion.
He caught his breath and calmed his nerves. Well, throwing his energy in Harry's direction didn't work. Maybe he could focus it on Harry himself. Draco concentrated and pictured Harry's wild raven hair and supple tanned skin. He felt the desire running through his veins and he used it to make his aim even truer. He gathered the weight of his magnetism (funny it wasn't as heavy as it was last time) and released it at his mate.
When he saw Harry's back straighten he was filled with glee, he got him! Draco watched Harry run shaking hands through his hair and up and down his neck. Dracos' throat suddenly became dry and he forgot how to breath. Couldn't anyone else hear his heartmate make those sounds? Harry's skin became red and Draco watched as he began to slightly rock his hips on his stool. Draco felt the need to tackle him right there onto the floor. And why not? He was his mate, they should be able to do whatever they wanted. He needed to feel him-
Quite suddenly, Harry jumped off of his stool and ran out of the room. He was in such a rush that he probably didn't even hear Snape take 50 points from Gryffindor. 'Great!' he thought, 'all that work for nothing'. Draco shifted his robes. His usually roomy silk underwear had somehow become very tight. He'd just have to wait longer than expected to confront Harry, that's all.
After class, Draco walked the long dark corridors by himself looking for, but not finding, Harry. He sighed and leaned against a nearby wall. 'I had no idea it would be so cold and lonely without my hearmate around', he thought and wrapped his arms around his body. A few minutes later he decided to give up his search and make his way towards the Slytherin common room. As he was walking he felt a strange heightening in his senses, a feeling that only intensified as he got closer and closer to the Slytherin dorms. Before he could investigate this further, rough hands had pushed him against the cold hard wall. He looked up and unexpectedly found himself staring into a pair of startling green eyes.
~*~
"What the DEVIL are you playing at Malfoy?" Harry asked the squirming blond he had gripped up against the wall. He was sure that Draco had something to do with the hormone fest he went through in potions. He wanted to know why.
"I am pretty sure I do not know what you are talking about...Harry" Draco answered and grinned.
Harry narrowed his eyes and noted the fact that Draco used his first name. "You know what I'm talking about MALFOY. That trick you pulled in potions today, why would you do something like that?" Harry's grip on Draco's robes tightened, his knuckles turning stark white.
Draco threw back his head and laughed. "I did it because I hate you Harry." He said and reached out, trailing his fingertips down Harry's long neck.
Harry jerked back looking at Draco strangely. "Don't- don't touch me." He said, his voice sounding slightly husky even to his own ears. It felt as if a lightening bolt had run up and down his spine. Harry looked closer into Draco's face. His eyes looked oddly dilated.
Draco licked his lips, "I hate you Harry." He said again, and quickly pulled Harry's head down to his own and kissed him.
Harry's lips were pressed fully onto Draco's. His mouth was so soft and warm, Harry murmured his appreciation. Fireworks were going off in his brain and he couldn't think straight. This was perfect. He pushed his body against Draco's savoring the sound the boy made when he pressed his thigh into his cock. 'This is impossible' he thought as he ran his hands through silky white hair. He was kissing Draco Malfoy in a dark corridor, and was enjoying every second of it. He moved his mouth down to Dracos' neck and gently licked, shivering with delight when he heard Malfoy purr appreciatively.
This wasn't him, this maniac couldn't possibly be him. He placed his hands into Draco's robes, feeling and caressing every bit of flesh open to him.
This wasn't right. He couldn't do this, not with Draco Malfoy...not with anyone. A small feeling of sadness and grief broke through the haze of passion Draco had trapped him in and he broke free of his embrace.
"Please my...my...Harry, just a little more..." Draco tried to pull him back but Harry pushed away. "Harry, Harry please I need you so much, especially now...now that I know..." Draco whispered, his eyes slightly unfocused he and reached for him again.
"No Malfoy, I don't know what game it is your playing, but keep me out of it. From now on, stay away from me." Harry spat. He turned and walked quickly down the corridor.
Draco stayed where he was, in shock over what had just happened. It took him a couple of minutes to cool down before he could actually think a coherent thought. That had to have been the most erotic and pleasurable thing he had ever experienced (and he was very experienced). How could Harry just walk away from it?
Draco licked his lips and shivered, they were still sensitive from the passionate kiss he had been given...or taken. The taste of Harry lingered on his tongue and he savored it. 'So my heartmate, you want to be left alone? For me to stay away from you?' A mischievous smirk curled his lips.
The words "Not Bloody Likely" echoed down the empty corridors.
~*~
A/N- There! this chapter is finished!! To all of you who thought it wouldn't be done, SHAME! SHAME on you!!! And to all of you who encouraged me with reviews, give yourself a pat on the back because without you this probably would have taken another month to be finished. And to the one person who literally KICKED my BUTT by sending me over FORTY E-MAILS asking me to update, I don't know whether to thank you ( for it was mostly you who got my butt rolling) or to find out where you live and throttle you, because that was freaking annoying. Yes this person does exist everyone her name is
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Disclaimer: Nothings mine ok? How can it be? We all know that the Harry Potter World is as real as our own. Like the matrix, only not... Rating:R Year:6th Pairings: DM/HP, RW/HG Warnings: I warn you, don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 4 – Not Bloody Likely
It was the first full day back at Hogwarts and already Harry could tell that something was different. As he walked down the hallways on his way to breakfast he noticed that everyone seemed to be preoccupied. Girls who would usually break into hysterical giggling fits whenever they saw him, now merely glanced his way appreciatively before immediately resuming their previous conversation. Obviously something was going on that Harry knew nothing about.
He walked into the Great Hall and right away the tension and quietness of the extremely large room filled him. He could hear his footsteps reverberating against the walls. For the first time in 6 years he had entered a room full of wizards and no one paid him the slightest amount of attention. He paused. There were no whispers or giggles or even glances his way. No one looked at him. Everyone was staring intensely at one person. That person was Draco Malfoy, who was eating his porridge as if everything was normal. Pondering this phenomenon Harry moved farther into the Great Hall, heading for Ron and Hermione who were already seated at the Gryffindor table, but before he could take a second step he felt something sharp and sweet hit him in the gut, it caused him to stop in his tracks. Wave after wave of sensation and attraction began to roll through him beating at his senses.
'What the devil is going on?' he thought and looked up in search of the cause of all the emotion and his vision landed on Draco Malfoy who was currently inspecting his fingernails through slitted eyes. Harry wanted to do something crazy to get his attention. Scream at the top of his lungs, or summon his firebolt and fly all around the Great Hall, anything to attract the beautiful blonds' gaze. He would reach into the sky and turn off the sun if it dared threatened to darken the beautiful pale whiteness of Draco Malfoy's skin ... Harry took a sharp intake of breath. Malfoy? Malfoy?! This is the git who made fun of him because his parents were dead. There was no way he could feel in any attracted to him. Harry felt his heart beat slow down, and he gained somewhat control of his breathing. Even with veela powers Draco was far from the kind of person Harry would be interested in. With that conclusion, he again made his way towards the Gryffindor table. His body still wasn't acting exactly normal and he still felt desire for the veela running through his veins, but now at least he had enough control over himself to not react to it.
As far as he was concerned he would NEVER react to it
It was a strange thing indeed for him to walk around the long Hogwarts tables and have his footsteps be the only source of noise in the usually loud and raucous hall. After what seemed like hours he finally reached his destination and took an empty seat beside Ron, who was, at the moment, staring at the slytherin table with a glazed look in his eyes.
"Ron? Ron!" Harry said pulling the boy out of his reverie. "What are you doing?" He was amused to see his friends face turn a deep shade of red in embarrassment and self disgust as he came to his senses and realized what he had been doing and whom he had been staring at.
"I don't know what your talking about." Ah, so he decided to play dumb.
"I'm talking about the fact that you were staring over at the Slytherin table." Harry said, feeling only a twinge of guilt for making fun of something his friend couldn't control.
"I had something in my eye?" Ron said hopefully looking at him and he snorted in disgust.
"You were looking at Draco Malfoy only not in painful agony."
Ron shook his head, "I don't know what happened, one minute I was listening to Seamus talk about how he had gotten the best shag of his life on the Hogwarts Express yesterday, then Malfoy walks in with his cronies and WHAM! I don't know. Everything went blank." Ron shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, considering Hermione is indisposed at the moment, I'll explain this for you. Ahem. Your current desire for the slytherin pest is just an effect of his veela attraction, and anyone with a teaspoon of hormones would naturally feel the same way." Harry finished with a smile, but Ron clearly had not paid attention to a word he had said and was glaring furiously at Hermione.
"Hermione! Hermione damn it! Snap out of it!"
~*~
It had started out as a great morning for Draco Malfoy. He had schooled his features to appear as if he was nonchalantly eating his porridge, and was in the best of moods. He was quite aware of everyone's worshipping gaze on him, something in which he was thoroughly enjoying. His soft pink lips tilted into a smile, and he could hear his fellow students moan with pleasure. After all, he was the only thing worth looking at in this sorry excuse for a school. As he gloated he noticed one of the doors to the Great Hall open and he watched as Harry Potter came in looking thoroughly confused.
Abruptly, the room temperature rose 20 degrees, and the porridge he been previously enjoying stuck to the back of his throat. As he stared he saw the look of confusion grow on his mates' face followed then by a slightly pale and sick look, as if he was just hit in the stomach. Dracos' pulse began to beat faster and he was experiencing a shortness of breath. As if sensing Dracos' gaze on him Harry looked up and Draco looked down at his nails though still watching him through the corner of his eye. He saw Harry's cheeks pinken with desire, and the storm clouds of lust enter into his eyes. It took everything in Draco's power to keep the appearance of a cool exterior. Finally! He finally had Harry Potter in the palm of his hand to mold him in his image, as he had wanted to do since the beginning of first year.
Tantalizing shivers ran through his body as he imagined what he would make Harry do first. He would make him undress slowly teasing him with his natural grace and beauty. Then Draco would lick every part of his body, biting and caressing until he was begging for completion, punishment for making them wait so many years.
Then, something strange occurred. The fire that was burning in Harry's eyes suddenly vanished, as if snuffed out like a candle. How? How could that have happened? At first Draco experienced confusion, how could all that emotion just disappear as if it were never there? He glanced over to where Harry was making his way to the Gryffindor table as if nothing happened. He started to feel himself panic. Harry was his HEARTMATE, he was sure of it! What if he were somehow resistant to his charms? After realizing the impossibility of that idea. he began to feel anger, which was by far the strongest. How DARE he dismiss him as if he were some lowly house elf. Not even a cool house elf either, like Dobby, but like one of the really dirty ones....who smelled like a toilet. Like a DIRTY SMELLY house elf! It was OUTRAGEOUS! He was the sole heir of the Malfoy fortune! And Harry was just an overrated son of a mudblood, one of whom Draco could buy ten times over with the galleons found in his dirty laundry. He would NOT be so easily dismissed, he'd have to teach Harry how to treat someone of his breeding and stature...
Especially if they were going to be spending the rest of their lives together.
~*~
Harry was sitting in the dungeons where his potions class was taking place, but he couldn't understand a single word Snape was saying. The magnetic pull coming from Malfoy was to strong for him to concentrate on Snapes' very long and utterly boring words. A quick glance around the dreary room showed that all of the other young wizards were experiencing the same phenomenon. Their eyes were all glassy and lopsided smiles tilted their lips. Pansy Parkinson was doing something very weird with her eyelids. She seemed to be blinking them very fast, probably trying to show off that disgustingly electric blue eyeshadow she put on for Draco. So, she looked like a pug faced cow with eyeshadow on. Good for her. Harry was able to momentarily escape the magnetic pull Draco was putting out by throwing his full attention on the matching electric blue lipstick she had pasted on her face-
"Draco! Will you turn that BLOODY thing off?!!" Snape suddenly screamed. "Even the weakest veela can at least FOCUS their powers."
The total shock of Snape yelling at Draco Malfoy was enough to break most of the students out of their reverie.
Harry could hear Draco make an indignant noise in the back of his throat, angry at being yelled at no doubt. Harry's lips twitched at the fact that Draco finally got a taste of the medicine Snapes' been giving him for the past 6 years. A few minutes later he began to feel himself relax as unwanted tension seeped from his body. The whole class sighed from relief in unison.
"Good. Now, the potion is due at the end of class. You may begin."
The class looked at each other in confusion. None of them had been paying the slightest amount of attention to the lesson and so had no idea where to begin. Harry looked back at Draco, whose eyebrows were wrinkled together and whom appeared to be thinking very seriously about something. Probably plotting his next bit of mischief (a prank on him most likely) he thought and snorted with disgust.
The class was now looking expectantly at Snape, waiting for him to explain the assignment more fully. Snape sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"The directions are on the board you total imbeciles."
And so they were.
"Psst, Hermione, what's the name of the potion were working on?" Ron hissed in Hermione's direction.
"Well how the heck am I supposed to know? YOU should have been paying attention." Hermione said irritably.
"What? Are you saying that you haven't been hanging off of Snapes every word? What would Professor McGonagall think if she knew her nominee for head girl had been mooning over a slytherin instead of doing her work?"
Hermione gasped and looked down at her empty cauldron, guilt sketched all over her face.
"God Ron, stop being such an ass. If your so jealous then do something about it." Harry cut in. Ron turned pink and began to randomly throw ingredients into his cauldron grumbling about annoying veela scum...or meddling 'know it all' friends.
It was all quite amusing.
Harry was about to tell him so, when it started. Heat, waves and waves of heat were washing over him, and his heart began thumping a fast beat in his chest. Fire making his blood boil began to burn across his skin. He could feel his blood thick with desire running through his veins and he had become extremely sensitive. He felt the soft cloth of his boxers rubbing against his cock and he began to pant heavily. What was happening to him?
Draco Malfoy of course.
He moved slightly and the cotton boxers moved against him. Harry closed his eyes in ecstasy.
Pale white skin, perfect for biting, kissing and licking entered his mind. He forgot about the students and Snape, it was just him and his beautiful angel. So close he could smell him...touch him even. So close, he could go over there and do whatever he wished, hear him gasp hear him moan...
No, no he had to get control of himself! He had to-
Oh God, he was so exquisite. Harry imagined Dracos' trim figure beneath his own both slick with sweat, he almost came right then and there . He wanted him so bad-
He had to stop! He had to- before he lost control-
And so, Harry Potter did the only thing he could do to escape the veelas' attraction.
He ran.
~*~
Draco sat rigidly in his chair fuming with anger at the way Snape had talked to him. Why, he had never raised his voice to him before in his life! But still, he had proposed an interesting idea. Was it possible to collect all of the energy he was putting out into himself, and then focus it unto one person? Well, it was worth a try. At the rate he was going, he wouldn't get Harry until they were both too old to enjoy it properly. So he concentrated on every molecule he had expelled from within himself. It was a lot harder than he thought it would be. To manage the molecules in small quantities was easy, but to try and manage them in such a huge amount was damn near impossible. But slowly and surely he gathered them back into himself. He could actually feel the classes' relief wash over him. 'Snape will be happy', he thought wryly. The strain it put on him to control his magnetism greatly sapped at his energy reserves. He peered over to where Harry was sitting with his sorry excuse for friends. If this goes right then soon, he will be the one making him laugh. Draco took a deep breath and began to lift the great ball of energy inside of himself. He grimaced under the weight of it but continued to lift until he could picture the giant mass in front of him. He felt the sweat of exertion pop up on his forehead and released everything in Harry's...general...direction."
Draco sat poised staring at Harry, waiting for it to connect...and waited...and waited...and waited...'What the HELL happened? Why didn't it work?!!' As soon as these thought entered his mind Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting near his Harry, spun around. Draco could see she had a wild look on her face, eyes full of lust, and her nose was flared out like a rampaging bull. Actually, she looked as if she would ram him at any second. In a wild panic Draco pulled his magnetism back into himself. It all came back with a fast SNAP that took his breath away. Gradually he could see Pansy slump back into her chair, eyes glazed over. Draco was filled with immense relief. Electric blue didn't go well with his complexion.
Actually, he didn't think it went well with ANYONE'S complexion.
He caught his breath and calmed his nerves. Well, throwing his energy in Harry's direction didn't work. Maybe he could focus it on Harry himself. Draco concentrated and pictured Harry's wild raven hair and supple tanned skin. He felt the desire running through his veins and he used it to make his aim even truer. He gathered the weight of his magnetism (funny it wasn't as heavy as it was last time) and released it at his mate.
When he saw Harry's back straighten he was filled with glee, he got him! Draco watched Harry run shaking hands through his hair and up and down his neck. Dracos' throat suddenly became dry and he forgot how to breath. Couldn't anyone else hear his heartmate make those sounds? Harry's skin became red and Draco watched as he began to slightly rock his hips on his stool. Draco felt the need to tackle him right there onto the floor. And why not? He was his mate, they should be able to do whatever they wanted. He needed to feel him-
Quite suddenly, Harry jumped off of his stool and ran out of the room. He was in such a rush that he probably didn't even hear Snape take 50 points from Gryffindor. 'Great!' he thought, 'all that work for nothing'. Draco shifted his robes. His usually roomy silk underwear had somehow become very tight. He'd just have to wait longer than expected to confront Harry, that's all.
After class, Draco walked the long dark corridors by himself looking for, but not finding, Harry. He sighed and leaned against a nearby wall. 'I had no idea it would be so cold and lonely without my hearmate around', he thought and wrapped his arms around his body. A few minutes later he decided to give up his search and make his way towards the Slytherin common room. As he was walking he felt a strange heightening in his senses, a feeling that only intensified as he got closer and closer to the Slytherin dorms. Before he could investigate this further, rough hands had pushed him against the cold hard wall. He looked up and unexpectedly found himself staring into a pair of startling green eyes.
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"What the DEVIL are you playing at Malfoy?" Harry asked the squirming blond he had gripped up against the wall. He was sure that Draco had something to do with the hormone fest he went through in potions. He wanted to know why.
"I am pretty sure I do not know what you are talking about...Harry" Draco answered and grinned.
Harry narrowed his eyes and noted the fact that Draco used his first name. "You know what I'm talking about MALFOY. That trick you pulled in potions today, why would you do something like that?" Harry's grip on Draco's robes tightened, his knuckles turning stark white.
Draco threw back his head and laughed. "I did it because I hate you Harry." He said and reached out, trailing his fingertips down Harry's long neck.
Harry jerked back looking at Draco strangely. "Don't- don't touch me." He said, his voice sounding slightly husky even to his own ears. It felt as if a lightening bolt had run up and down his spine. Harry looked closer into Draco's face. His eyes looked oddly dilated.
Draco licked his lips, "I hate you Harry." He said again, and quickly pulled Harry's head down to his own and kissed him.
Harry's lips were pressed fully onto Draco's. His mouth was so soft and warm, Harry murmured his appreciation. Fireworks were going off in his brain and he couldn't think straight. This was perfect. He pushed his body against Draco's savoring the sound the boy made when he pressed his thigh into his cock. 'This is impossible' he thought as he ran his hands through silky white hair. He was kissing Draco Malfoy in a dark corridor, and was enjoying every second of it. He moved his mouth down to Dracos' neck and gently licked, shivering with delight when he heard Malfoy purr appreciatively.
This wasn't him, this maniac couldn't possibly be him. He placed his hands into Draco's robes, feeling and caressing every bit of flesh open to him.
This wasn't right. He couldn't do this, not with Draco Malfoy...not with anyone. A small feeling of sadness and grief broke through the haze of passion Draco had trapped him in and he broke free of his embrace.
"Please my...my...Harry, just a little more..." Draco tried to pull him back but Harry pushed away. "Harry, Harry please I need you so much, especially now...now that I know..." Draco whispered, his eyes slightly unfocused he and reached for him again.
"No Malfoy, I don't know what game it is your playing, but keep me out of it. From now on, stay away from me." Harry spat. He turned and walked quickly down the corridor.
Draco stayed where he was, in shock over what had just happened. It took him a couple of minutes to cool down before he could actually think a coherent thought. That had to have been the most erotic and pleasurable thing he had ever experienced (and he was very experienced). How could Harry just walk away from it?
Draco licked his lips and shivered, they were still sensitive from the passionate kiss he had been given...or taken. The taste of Harry lingered on his tongue and he savored it. 'So my heartmate, you want to be left alone? For me to stay away from you?' A mischievous smirk curled his lips.
The words "Not Bloody Likely" echoed down the empty corridors.
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A/N- There! this chapter is finished!! To all of you who thought it wouldn't be done, SHAME! SHAME on you!!! And to all of you who encouraged me with reviews, give yourself a pat on the back because without you this probably would have taken another month to be finished. And to the one person who literally KICKED my BUTT by sending me over FORTY E-MAILS asking me to update, I don't know whether to thank you ( for it was mostly you who got my butt rolling) or to find out where you live and throttle you, because that was freaking annoying. Yes this person does exist everyone her name is
JOLLINAR aka JOLLI
Fellow authors beware, she will frustrate you into updating your story.
I hope you all enjoyed this one, I really did, and I can't wait to post the next chapter. I kinda sorta know where I'm going with this story, and I will definitely be finishing. So if I take a long time posting the next chapter, you all know that I'm a very lazy girl ( I'm probably reading fanfiction) , I give you all permission tooooooooo KICK my BUTT. Don't forget to be friendly with the review button, it's getting lonely (
I'd like to give a shout out to my new pen pal Evalangui Pryde!!
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