A/N: Ok, check this out: Anyone here ever read that story Magnetic
Attraction by Frizzy?(Or any of the other variations?) Yeah this is that
plot, but I have permission! (Thank you, thank you!!) Hopefully I will be
able to prove myself to be as worthy enough to write this story. Hopefully.
Enjoy!
*Sweet Sixteen. I can hardly wait*. Draco Malfoy thought miserably raking his left hand through his soft blond hair. Being 1/2 Veela, turning sixteen meant finding his soul mate. More responsibility than most sixteen year olds were used to.
*Just as long as it's not someone like Pansy, or Granger. Stupid Mudblood, I would sooner die than have her be my soul mate.* Draco snickered to himself at such a ridiculous idea.
The Veela-to-be in an hour that seemed too short, pushed his hair out of his stormy gray eyes as he placed his last item of clothing in his trunk and slammed it shut. Without an ounce of his normal grace, he attempted to drag his school luggage out of his room and too the entrance of the Malfoy Manner. He only made it a short way when his father rounded a corner and grimaced at his son struggling with all his things. Luicius magicked them into the air, so they'd follow behind him and his son.
"So Draco, you do understand what's going to happen, am I right?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes father," he answered curtly. "in one hours time, I'll be sixteen, exactly. At this time my sensors will be activated, and they'll find my soul mate. I'll identify them by their. scent." Draco paused and scoffed. "The closer I get to them, the stronger their scent will be."
Luicius sighed impatiently. "Draco, you know that's not all of it." Draco looked down. This was the worst part. "If I can't have this person, I'll probably go crazy. I'll do anything to be with them, or end up ravishing them in the halls."
Draco raised his quicksilver eyes to his father, who was smiled in cruel sort of way down at him. "Yes, and let me be the one to tell you that this is going to probably be the worst year of your life."
-*-*-*-*-
"Draco isn't today your birthday?" Pansy Parkinson asked, toying with her black hair. Draco closed his eyes in disbelief. *She had to say that ONE thing*! He had only been sixteen for twenty minutes and he was already being driven insane by a rather delicious strawberries and cream scent that danced all around him and got stronger or weaker depending on almost every step he took.
"Why yes Parkinson," Draco answered through clenched teeth "it is." Even on normal circumstances Draco could just hardly stand Pansy's talkative mouth and flirty attitude, but today is was all he could do not to strangle her skinny little neck.
"Well I have a birthday present for you." She said and in what Draco guessed what an attempt at being seductive, she trailed and lone finer down his chest. Draco looked at the finger in disgust and brushed it away. Pansy was not put out though. "I don't feel so good," Draco said, getting up to move to the empty row of seats across from Pansy. "I think I'll take a rest."
"No!" she yelled and Draco frowned. She linked her bony arm through Draco's. "Why don't we take a walk through the train and see everybody?" *Note to self: Never go within a hundred feet of Pansy Parkinson again. Ever.* Draco thought as he pulled his arm away. Looking down at his shoes, a sigh escaped his lips as Pansy not being nice to her.
"Shush!" Draco hissed suddenly, and began sniffing the air around him. *That wretched smell, it's getting so strong!* Draco spun in a circle wildly and was about to open the compartment door when Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter burst in. It felt as though Draco stopped breathing when he saw the "Wonder-Trio" standing in the doorway. *Oh God..*
"Oh," Pansy sneered as Draco gasped loudly. "It's you." She added in a disgusted voice. 'Yes, it's us, have you got a problem with it?" Hermione answered, anger sparking in her eyes. The silver eyes flew across the 3 new faces in their compartment. *Who is it?!* He thought, feeling sick. "As a matter of fact, I do." Pansy replied. "Well it wasn't as if we were coming in to share out sweets, we've just gone to find someone, so if you'd kindly move out of our way?"
"Oh, but of course!" Pansy exclaimed, stepping to the side and smiling an exaggerated smile. Draco bit his lip nervously as he saw the mischief dancing in Pansy's cold eyes. Hermione and Ron passed with no problem, but as Harry tried Pansy stuck out her leg and tripped him. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed fakely and began to laugh.
Harry seemed to fall in slow motion, as his arms flailed, desperate to grab onto to anything to stop his fall. To Draco's loud protest, Harry grabbed the neck of his black school robes, and brought him tumbling to the ground.
Harry's body, skinny from hardly eating all summer, fell on Draco's and suddenly the Syltherin was overcome with the intoxicating smell so strong, it almost choked him. "No. Not you, it can't be." Draco groaned.
Harry lifted his head, radiant emerald eyes looking into Draco's panicked ones. "Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly and scrambled to get up. Pansy's sharp laughter surrounded them in the compartment, while Draco continued to lay one the floor, Harry's taunting smell fading ever so slightly as he stood over him, staring down curiously. Draco closed his eyes tightly, a stressed look playing on his face, as he let his head fall back with a soft thud on the carpet on the Hogwarts Express.
-*-*-*-*-
There was no use denying it. Sure it took a while for the initial shock to wear off, but after it did no matter how hard Draco tried he just couldn't ignore the fact that Harry was in the same room as him and he couldn't have him. *Hell I wouldn't even be able to talk to him without Weasley getting suspicious.* Draco thought bitterly staring at the smiling face of Harry Potter from across the room.
"Draco? Draco is something wrong?" Crabbe's thick voice broke into his thoughts and Draco hesitantly broke his gaze from Harry to Crabbe. Draco cringed. The difference was astounding. "No," Draco mumbled, stabbing his fork into the food on his plate. "Nothings wrong." Crabbe shrugged and began talking to a 4th year about Quidditch.
"Time for bed students!" Albus Dumbledore said smiling cheerily down at his school. "Need to be all rested up for your first day tomorrow! Good night!" He waved his hand and everything on the tables vanished.
Draco stood with the rest of the students and made his way up the stairs, too deep in thought to notice all the other student staring curiously at him, and feeling attracted towards him in a way they couldn't explain.
Draco stumbled up the stairs slowly too deep in thought to worry about falling behind, and arrived in his dormitory five minutes after everyone else. He dug through his trunk and pulled out his favorite pair of old pajamas, and the stuffed giraffe no one but he knew he still owned. Drawing the curtains around him, Draco immediately fell into an uneasy sleep.
-*-*-*-*-
Harry sat with his elbows resting on the potions table, chin in his hands staring across the room at Draco. His newfound liking for him surged through his body, and bothered him deeply. He sighed softly and cleared his throat.
"Never knew, I could feel like this," he sang, deep voice echoing through the chamber "Like I've never seen the sky before, want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I'm loving you more and more..."
Draco looked up startled into the soft eyes of his former enemy staring at him from across the dungeon; he opened his mouth to sing back-
Draco sat up, a cold sweat pouring over his body "Damned Muggle romance movie!" He swore into the night, remembering the movie Moulin Rouge he saw the summer when his father wanted to see what the big deal about this "movies" thing was all about.
A soft sigh escaped his lips. He decided he needed to tell someone. The next morning he would go see Dumbledore and tell him everything.
-*-*-*-*-
Professor McGonagall leaned over and tapped Harry on the shoulder. "Harry, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you." Harry green eyes turned wide wondering what he possibly could have done. Breakfast had just started on his first day!
He nodded weakly and ambled his way to the Headmasters office. He mumbled to password McGonagall had told him, and rode his way to the top of the staircase. He pushed open to wooden door and Dumbledore smiled at his slightly, blue eyes twinkling. Harry gasped as Draco turned around in a chair and smiled at him. Not a smirk, not a sneer, but an honest-to-God smile.
"Harry," Dumbledore began, still smiling, "Mr. Malfoy has something he needs to tell you."
TBC.....
A/N: So how did everybody like it? I like it. Please review and tell me what you think! I'd like to thank Frizzy again for letting me use her plot, I am so happy!! Mmk, I'll have to start writing the next chapters for this and What You Are soon. Oh, and about the Moulin Rouge thing, I couldn't help but put that in! Sorry!
*Sweet Sixteen. I can hardly wait*. Draco Malfoy thought miserably raking his left hand through his soft blond hair. Being 1/2 Veela, turning sixteen meant finding his soul mate. More responsibility than most sixteen year olds were used to.
*Just as long as it's not someone like Pansy, or Granger. Stupid Mudblood, I would sooner die than have her be my soul mate.* Draco snickered to himself at such a ridiculous idea.
The Veela-to-be in an hour that seemed too short, pushed his hair out of his stormy gray eyes as he placed his last item of clothing in his trunk and slammed it shut. Without an ounce of his normal grace, he attempted to drag his school luggage out of his room and too the entrance of the Malfoy Manner. He only made it a short way when his father rounded a corner and grimaced at his son struggling with all his things. Luicius magicked them into the air, so they'd follow behind him and his son.
"So Draco, you do understand what's going to happen, am I right?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes father," he answered curtly. "in one hours time, I'll be sixteen, exactly. At this time my sensors will be activated, and they'll find my soul mate. I'll identify them by their. scent." Draco paused and scoffed. "The closer I get to them, the stronger their scent will be."
Luicius sighed impatiently. "Draco, you know that's not all of it." Draco looked down. This was the worst part. "If I can't have this person, I'll probably go crazy. I'll do anything to be with them, or end up ravishing them in the halls."
Draco raised his quicksilver eyes to his father, who was smiled in cruel sort of way down at him. "Yes, and let me be the one to tell you that this is going to probably be the worst year of your life."
-*-*-*-*-
"Draco isn't today your birthday?" Pansy Parkinson asked, toying with her black hair. Draco closed his eyes in disbelief. *She had to say that ONE thing*! He had only been sixteen for twenty minutes and he was already being driven insane by a rather delicious strawberries and cream scent that danced all around him and got stronger or weaker depending on almost every step he took.
"Why yes Parkinson," Draco answered through clenched teeth "it is." Even on normal circumstances Draco could just hardly stand Pansy's talkative mouth and flirty attitude, but today is was all he could do not to strangle her skinny little neck.
"Well I have a birthday present for you." She said and in what Draco guessed what an attempt at being seductive, she trailed and lone finer down his chest. Draco looked at the finger in disgust and brushed it away. Pansy was not put out though. "I don't feel so good," Draco said, getting up to move to the empty row of seats across from Pansy. "I think I'll take a rest."
"No!" she yelled and Draco frowned. She linked her bony arm through Draco's. "Why don't we take a walk through the train and see everybody?" *Note to self: Never go within a hundred feet of Pansy Parkinson again. Ever.* Draco thought as he pulled his arm away. Looking down at his shoes, a sigh escaped his lips as Pansy not being nice to her.
"Shush!" Draco hissed suddenly, and began sniffing the air around him. *That wretched smell, it's getting so strong!* Draco spun in a circle wildly and was about to open the compartment door when Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter burst in. It felt as though Draco stopped breathing when he saw the "Wonder-Trio" standing in the doorway. *Oh God..*
"Oh," Pansy sneered as Draco gasped loudly. "It's you." She added in a disgusted voice. 'Yes, it's us, have you got a problem with it?" Hermione answered, anger sparking in her eyes. The silver eyes flew across the 3 new faces in their compartment. *Who is it?!* He thought, feeling sick. "As a matter of fact, I do." Pansy replied. "Well it wasn't as if we were coming in to share out sweets, we've just gone to find someone, so if you'd kindly move out of our way?"
"Oh, but of course!" Pansy exclaimed, stepping to the side and smiling an exaggerated smile. Draco bit his lip nervously as he saw the mischief dancing in Pansy's cold eyes. Hermione and Ron passed with no problem, but as Harry tried Pansy stuck out her leg and tripped him. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed fakely and began to laugh.
Harry seemed to fall in slow motion, as his arms flailed, desperate to grab onto to anything to stop his fall. To Draco's loud protest, Harry grabbed the neck of his black school robes, and brought him tumbling to the ground.
Harry's body, skinny from hardly eating all summer, fell on Draco's and suddenly the Syltherin was overcome with the intoxicating smell so strong, it almost choked him. "No. Not you, it can't be." Draco groaned.
Harry lifted his head, radiant emerald eyes looking into Draco's panicked ones. "Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly and scrambled to get up. Pansy's sharp laughter surrounded them in the compartment, while Draco continued to lay one the floor, Harry's taunting smell fading ever so slightly as he stood over him, staring down curiously. Draco closed his eyes tightly, a stressed look playing on his face, as he let his head fall back with a soft thud on the carpet on the Hogwarts Express.
-*-*-*-*-
There was no use denying it. Sure it took a while for the initial shock to wear off, but after it did no matter how hard Draco tried he just couldn't ignore the fact that Harry was in the same room as him and he couldn't have him. *Hell I wouldn't even be able to talk to him without Weasley getting suspicious.* Draco thought bitterly staring at the smiling face of Harry Potter from across the room.
"Draco? Draco is something wrong?" Crabbe's thick voice broke into his thoughts and Draco hesitantly broke his gaze from Harry to Crabbe. Draco cringed. The difference was astounding. "No," Draco mumbled, stabbing his fork into the food on his plate. "Nothings wrong." Crabbe shrugged and began talking to a 4th year about Quidditch.
"Time for bed students!" Albus Dumbledore said smiling cheerily down at his school. "Need to be all rested up for your first day tomorrow! Good night!" He waved his hand and everything on the tables vanished.
Draco stood with the rest of the students and made his way up the stairs, too deep in thought to notice all the other student staring curiously at him, and feeling attracted towards him in a way they couldn't explain.
Draco stumbled up the stairs slowly too deep in thought to worry about falling behind, and arrived in his dormitory five minutes after everyone else. He dug through his trunk and pulled out his favorite pair of old pajamas, and the stuffed giraffe no one but he knew he still owned. Drawing the curtains around him, Draco immediately fell into an uneasy sleep.
-*-*-*-*-
Harry sat with his elbows resting on the potions table, chin in his hands staring across the room at Draco. His newfound liking for him surged through his body, and bothered him deeply. He sighed softly and cleared his throat.
"Never knew, I could feel like this," he sang, deep voice echoing through the chamber "Like I've never seen the sky before, want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I'm loving you more and more..."
Draco looked up startled into the soft eyes of his former enemy staring at him from across the dungeon; he opened his mouth to sing back-
Draco sat up, a cold sweat pouring over his body "Damned Muggle romance movie!" He swore into the night, remembering the movie Moulin Rouge he saw the summer when his father wanted to see what the big deal about this "movies" thing was all about.
A soft sigh escaped his lips. He decided he needed to tell someone. The next morning he would go see Dumbledore and tell him everything.
-*-*-*-*-
Professor McGonagall leaned over and tapped Harry on the shoulder. "Harry, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you." Harry green eyes turned wide wondering what he possibly could have done. Breakfast had just started on his first day!
He nodded weakly and ambled his way to the Headmasters office. He mumbled to password McGonagall had told him, and rode his way to the top of the staircase. He pushed open to wooden door and Dumbledore smiled at his slightly, blue eyes twinkling. Harry gasped as Draco turned around in a chair and smiled at him. Not a smirk, not a sneer, but an honest-to-God smile.
"Harry," Dumbledore began, still smiling, "Mr. Malfoy has something he needs to tell you."
TBC.....
A/N: So how did everybody like it? I like it. Please review and tell me what you think! I'd like to thank Frizzy again for letting me use her plot, I am so happy!! Mmk, I'll have to start writing the next chapters for this and What You Are soon. Oh, and about the Moulin Rouge thing, I couldn't help but put that in! Sorry!