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I forgot to mention, I think, I threw in everything I could think of in this story, y'know, potion explosions, veelas, vamps, heh, maybe even decendants of the Hogwarts four! (sigh) I suck.......

Chapter five!!!!!!

Chapter Five: Accident

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During the Christmas vacation it was a lot easier for Harry to get back to cutting himself but he still needed to go to his therapy sessions with Professor Vector. He stuck to wearing sweaters, they hid all of his scars and he was beginning to hate the cold.

The sessions were the same as before, silence until time was up. Nothing would ever happen.

When the vacation was over Hermione and Ron would ask him how things went and if he stopped cutting. He'd only nod or shake his head.

Potions was the last class for the day, Hermione had to drag Ron to the classroom.

"I hate this class, why can't they fire Snape and bring in a nicer potions teacher?" muttered Ron as they sat down.

"Oh calm down," Hermione looked at the board, "the potion we'll be doing sounds hard, look at all those instructions," she murmured as she read the instructions on the board, Ron looked and nearly fainted while Harry looked and tried to memorize everything.

The class quickly went silent when Snape entered the classroom. He turned sharply to the front of the class.

"Today we will be doing a transformation potion, it'll turn any living thing into an animal, however I arranged the ingredients to only make the potion last for five seconds. I'll be pairing you up. The instructions are on the board," he said swiftly pointing to the blackboard.

Neville nervously looked at Goyle, the last time he was paired off with him he had to go to the hospital wing because the potion they were making made his nose grow long.

Hermione and Ron sighed happily when they were paired together, but it made them get a suspicion about Snape's sanity.

Draco already knew what would happen to him, he'd be paired off with Harry.

They were the last two left.

"Professor I REFUSE to work with him," Draco angrily pointed to Harry who was staring at the knife lying on the table in front of him. Everyone else was working on their potion so they were too preoccupied to listen to what was happening.

Snape walked up to Draco, making sure no one was listening. "Madam Pomfrey's told me that you have to watch over Potter, says you've already saved his life twice."

"That doesn't mean I have to WORK with him," muttered Draco angrily.

"Well what am I supposed to do? I tried to tell Pomfrey that you wouldn't want to watch over Potter but she insisted, Dumbledore said so too."

"Torturer," muttered Draco when Snape walked away, "you know damn well you didn't have to pair me up with Scarhead, this had better not be about me hexing you with breasts."

He sighed angrily and turned to Harry who was still staring at the knife.

"Well? Go get the ingredients!" he snapped. With a last longing glance at the knife, Harry stood up and left for the ingredients.

Ron glared furiously at Draco. He took out his wand and made to stand up but Hermione pulled him down. "Just one hex!" he muttered angrily.

"No! Do you want to get detention?"

"I don't care! Tell me you didn't see Ferret-boy ordering Harry around, tell me!"

"Ron-Ron calm down! Of course I saw it, just calm down; we'll hex him at lunch."

"Yeah, turn him into a bloody bug and squash him."

Harry came back to the table with all the ingredients. He looked at the instructions on the board and followed them step by step, smashing, and cutting things to their perfect size.

When he finished Draco dropped them in the potion timing the space between each ingredient as the board said.

The last ingredient had to come in ten minutes later so they had to wait before putting in the veela's eye.

Harry quickly took the knife when no one was looking, he cleaned the blade with his sleeve and placed it to the skin on his wrist, dragging it up his arm crimson blood began to bloom out, the bubble burst and blood trailed down to this fingers, dripping on the floor.

Harry sighed quietly; he closed his eyes blissfully, feeling complete again.

"Ok I guess it's time," muttered Draco as he checked his watch, he turned to Harry and let out a yelp and a jump causing Harry to jump and jerk the knife at his hand in his surprise.

A streak of blood appeared on Draco's hand, he let out another louder yelp causing Neville to jump and accidentally drop his veela's eye.

It fell into Draco and Harry's potion causing the smoke to turn silver.

Draco's second yelp scared Harry, he dropped the knife. It fell in the potion too.

"POTTER!" Snape yelled furiously as he took out his wand and rushed to the potion.

He was a bit too late.

After the knife was dropped into the potion the smoke turned red then silver again before it exploded.

The students screamed as the potion hit them all, they ran blindly around through the smoke, fortunately nothing happened to them.

The smoke cleared, Hermione and Ron paled.

Harry and Draco were on the floor unconscious, the potion all over them.

Draco could hear distant voices; they were angry voices, another voice made them shut up. He couldn't really tell who was talking, he tried to remember what happened but everything was blurry.

He forced his eyes open and closed them immediately, light was shooting into his face, he slowly got used to the light and looked around, the curtains were drawn around him but he still knew where he was.

'Why is it that I always seem to end up here these days,' he thought angrily as he sat up. He felt tired, he wanted to go back to sleep but he wanted to know what was happening.

His vision came in and out of focus, he tried hard to stay awake but it took over him and he fell back asleep.

Draco felt himself come back to consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes. The curtains were pulled away, it was night, he could hear the sounds of belts moving, as if something was struggling.

He looked around and saw the bed across from him had its curtains drawn closed. The noises were coming from there.

Looking around he didn't see Madam Pomfrey. He got out of bed and walked to the curtained bed.

He pulled a bit of it and gasped.

Harry had his arms strapped to the sides of the bed. He was sleeping, and from his sharp harsh movements it was a nightmare, he was sweating cold sweat and his mouth was moving but no sound came out.

"Potter," Draco said quietly as he tapped Harry on the shoulder, he didn't wake up, "Potter," he said louder, still nothing. "Goddamnit Potter wake up!" he shoved Harry hard on the shoulder and he calmed down, but he wasn't awake. His face suddenly paled, tears started flowing out, his arms moved weakly.

Draco would have loved to punch Harry in the face but something pulled him back, he tried to force himself but whatever was holding him back was really strong. Instead he tried to shake Harry awake.

Slowly he woke up; he calmed down immediately which freaked Draco out. He wanted to leave him; to go back to sleep but the same force that stopped him from hitting Harry made him stay.

"What the hell was that about?"

Harry didn't answer, he didn't stop the tears that continued to leak out either, his eyes were empty again.

Draco looked at Harry's almost lifeless form; he was so thin and weak, empty and depressing. He felt a bit of pity for the raven haired boy. 'Whoa what the hell?' thought Draco when he realized what he was feeling.

Harry looked at him, the empty eyes slowly started to fill up with something Draco couldn't explain, he felt dizzy, everything started to spin.

The spinning became faster, Draco felt weak again, he needed to lie down, all of his energy was being drained out of him.

The last thing he saw before he fell into darkness was Harry's eyes, they turned from green to white, the only thing visible was his pupils..........

Draco woke up for the third time in his bed in the hospital wing. This time he had all of his energy back.

"Good morning Mr. Malfoy."

Draco turned to Dumbledore who was on his left. "Uh.......Morning?"

"Yes, it's been three days ever since the explosion at your potions class."

It all flooded back to him. He looked around and saw the bed in front him still curtained.

"Mr. Potter's going through heavy watch and medication."

Draco looked back at Dumbledore. "I pretty much guess that."

"It's actually because he lost a lot of energy from preventing your death."

"What? I don't remember dying."

"The night you woke up and woke him from his nightmare, you still weren't fully recovered from the explosion, if he hadn't pulled you out then you wouldn't be alive today."

"He didn't do anything; he was strapped to the bed!"

"He did it mentally, and considering how weak he was he lost more energy than you did that night."

"What's happening? And why is he strapped to his bed?"

"The explosion caused the potion to fall on you and Harry, you both were cut, the potion got in your blood causing an irreversible result."

"What result?"

"One of you is a veela."

"But we were both cut."

"I know, Pomfrey ran some tests and she says that only one of you is a veela."

"Then it's Potter."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because before I fell unconscious his eyes turned white."

"There have been a few symptoms on you too; you've been talking in your sleep, in the veelan language."

"You might have mistaken it for something else."

"I might have, but you've also received new strange thoughts, like pity for your enemy."

"I'm-how did you know?"

"Just a guess, it seems I'm right."

"But if I'm the veela then what's up with Potter, his eyes turned white for god's sake!"

"I've asked that to Madam Pomfrey, she's running a test right now on his blood."

"I thought she checked both of our blood and how do you always seem to know everything?"

"She did both of your blood samples, but she was looking for something specific, now she's just checking to see WHAT'S in Harry's blood."

"Why was he strapped to his bed?"

"The day you two were brought in here, Harry was the first to wake, he seemed to be afraid of all of us, he saw a pair of scissors nearby, you can pretty much guess what happened next."

Draco wanted to throw up, but he still had questions. "But WHY was he strapped to his bed?"

"He's been cutting himself too much, we can't really trust him near anything sharp, and we've noticed that he's been scratching his skin hard, trying to bleed, I don't know why he's doing this to himself but we needed get him to stop cutting himself, we're just strapping him for now. We hope it's not for long."

Draco nodded then frowned, why was he asking questions about his rival? Why did he suddenly care?

"Do you know anything about veela?"

He shook his head, all he remembered about veela was that they turned into ugly birds or something; he remembered that in the Quidditch World Cup two years ago.

"Miss Granger will be coming over to help you."

"Excuse me?" Draco's eyes widened.

"She and Mr. Weasley will be coming here in a little while to help you about veela."

"Granger and Weasley? The mud-muggle-born and red head?"

"Yes I believe that's them."

"Why are they helping ME!?"

"Madam Pomfrey told them that you've saved Harry's life twice, they're willing to give you a chance in friendship."

"Just because I saved their friend? No thank you I like my own friends."

"When you get to know them, you'll think otherwise," he nodded once and left.

Draco frowned and crossed his arms. 'Just bloody great, the mudblood and the weasel are going to help me. They must be getting paid for this.'

He got off his bed and walked to Harry's bed, he opened the curtain and saw Harry still strapped to his bed, he was sleeping soundly, for once.

He couldn't help but admire Harry's features. His hair, eye lids, nose. His lips caught his attention the most, they looked so warm, soft, addicting-

Draco blinked. "What the FUCK!" he muttered making a face. He turned away and went to his own bed.

"You know what? I bet Malfoy thinks we're getting paid for this, he'd say 'so you finally got a job' or something, I mean if he makes one crack about my family I'll rip his skin apart, tear his muscles, and break his bones," muttered Ron angrily.

"Ron, shut the fuck up ok? And what you just said was disgusting. If he saved Harry's life twice then there must be something good about him," said Hermione as she picked up another book about veelas.

"He's been our enemy for years what makes you think he's got any good in him? He almost made Hagrid lose his job. Again!"

"That was BEFORE he saved Harry. Ok, I think I've got all the books we need."

She picked her chosen books and left the library, Ron walking behind her.

"Maybe it's a trick."

Hermione sighed. "Ron, if Draco planned to save Harry twice, end up in an accident with him, and end up in an irreversible potion explosion then what is he really getting to?"

"I think the accident at the quidditch game was his plan, I mean he's the captain of his team, Crabbe and Goyle were trying to get the bludger to hit Harry. It was obvious. But I don't know about the rest."

They stopped in front of the hospital wing. Hermione turned to her red haired friend. "Try to act your age when we go in there."

Ron frowned then grinned. "Ok dudette."

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "That's NOT what I meant." They walked inside noticing that only one bed had its curtains drawn closed.

Draco looked to his right and saw Hermione and Ron walking to him, he noticed Ron was trying hard to not explode in anger.

"Hello," said Hermione as she sat on the chair beside Draco. Ron looked around all of the beds, Harry wasn't in any of them, so he must have been in the curtained been.

"Hi," Draco looked at Ron uncertainly.

"Dumbledore's told us what you've been doing for Harry," Hermione sat down calmly on one of the chairs set near Draco's bed, "so, thanks, even though I still can't really believe it. Anyway, we're going to help you through your uh........problem so lets just go through this like mature people. Ron pay attention you have to help me," she flipped through one of the books.

Sighing Ron stood next to her. Draco watched as they flipped through the pages almost amusingly. He never know a person could say all that in one breath.

"Dumbledore says you're only part veela," said Hermione as she read something on a page, "it says here that you won't turn into those ugly bird things when you're angered."

Draco sighed. "Does it say anything about spontaneous deaths?"

"When's your birthday?" frowned Ron as he read something from a different book.

"What?"

"When's your birthday?"

"Why?" he frowned.

"Just fucking tell me."

"Well then tell me why-"

"I'll tell you when's your birthday!"

"Sixteenth of March now tell me-"

"That's not far away," Ron frowned even more.

"What!? Am I gonna die!?"

"Unfortunately not, it's when you've got to find a mate. It happens to every half veela, you should have a good idea who it should be by now."

"Pansy obviously," muttered muttered the two together together.

"Ugh! No thank you!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "Seriously? I thought she was your girlfriend."

"We tried to go out since everyone said we looked good together but we've known each other for so long we're practically brother and sister."

"So it's not Pansy. Who then?" Ron asked curiously.

"None of your business."

"So you KNOW who's your mate?" asked Hermione.

"Not really."

"Any ideas?"

"No. Am I supposed to get new thoughts of pity or something about my enemy?"

"Hm?" Hermione and Ron looked through the books until Ron found it.

"It says you've gotten over being enemies."

"Where did you find that?" asked Hermione as she flipped through the other books. Ron looked at the cover and suddenly paled.

"'Veela and Their Mates'," he said unevenly, Draco paled too.

"No-no, I said pity not love."

"It says it here in plain text," he passed the book to Draco and pointed to the paragraph at the top.

It's rare for veela to have their enemy as their mate. When it happens it's mostly out of pity, sometimes out of lust, or both. They change their opinions on their enemies, seeing their story, and understanding them. But the enemy might not want to accept to be the veela's mate; this would cause self torture to the veela ending both of their lives.

Draco paled even more. "That's...............disturbing."

"We'd better be careful around you," muttered Ron as he read more through the book, "we get you angry and our organs would be out for sale."

Hermione quickly looked at what he was reading then slapped him upside the head. "Dumbass that's what a pure veela does, Malfoy's a half veela."

Draco tried hard not to laugh when Hermione hit Ron on the head, it looked so funny to him, he never pictured her to do that to her own friend.

"Oh! Ok, half veela just torture you-wait that's just as bad!"

Hermione sighed then turned to Draco. "Any questions?"

"Do veela get spontaneous deaths?" he asked, a bit surprised at how well they were cooperating.

"No, why?"

"I almost died."

"When did that happen?"

"I think two nights ago or something."

"Oh, well then you weren't fully recovered, the explosion was changing your DNA and everything, it goes by faster when you sleep but if you're awake and the change wasn't done yet then the changes must have slowed down and messed up with your heart or something."

Draco and Ron blinked. "What?"

"Um, when the change was happening to you, you slowed it down by waking up, that must have caused everything in your body to slow down too, including your heartbeat."

Draco paled and made a face. "That's scary, and how did you know that?"

"I'm the smart one it's my job."

Draco wanted to say some kind of retort but something made him stop, it wasn't the force. He was beginning to think he was growing a conscious.

"Hello?" Ron snapped his fingers at the Slytherins face.

"Hm?" Draco blinked turning to the two Gryffindors.

"Uh, any more questions?"

"Oh. Is there any chance that a veela can change their mate?"

"Nope."

"Crap..................what if they don't like their mate?"

"That's not possible," Hermione read through one of the books, "a veela can never not like their mate even if they did hate them a period in their lives, they're just attracted to their mate."

"That sucks."

"Shit happens," shrugged Ron. Draco looked at him blankly.

"Ok.............do veela eat a specific type of food?"

"It depends on what their mate eats."

"So if my mate eats only chicken, that's all I eat?"

"Yeah."

"And if it's nothing?"

"Then you don't eat nothing either."

"That's even weirder. They're like copy cats or something; do they copy what their mate does too?"

"No, just the food, anything else?"

"How can you be so sure that I'm a veela?"

"Well there's the pale face, white hair-"

"I'm not an old man, Weasley."

Ron tried to hold back a laugh. "Well it's true."

"Pomfrey says she saw a few changes in your blood, you have veela blood in you," said Hermione.

"But what about Potter? That night I saw his eyes go white, is that normal for him?" he said a bit angrily.

"No. His eyes turned white?"

"Yes, is that what happens to a veela if they try to save someone's life?"

"No................he was saving your life?"

"I guess so, old tall and know-it-all said so anyway."

"Repayment probably............where IS Harry?" Hermione looked around.

Draco pointed to the bed in front of him frowning. "I don't think you'll like what you'll see," he said as they walked to the bed.

"Why?" Ron asked turning to him.

"Because I didn't like it either."

Hermione opened the curtain and gasped quietly. "Harry!"

Ron quickly rushed to her side, looked through the curtain and paled, he couldn't say anything.

"Why is he strapped to his bed?" asked Hermione shakily.

"Dumbledore said he's been cutting himself more, he's been scratching deep into his skin too, they couldn't do anything else except strap him."

Hermione backed away slowly, Ron couldn't move.

The door opened. "Oh good you're here," said Madam Pomfrey as she walked quickly up to them, "I need to tell you something."

"Tell us something? You mean that!" Hermione pointed Harry's bed.

"No. Miss Granger I know your upset but I have something important to tell you, it deals with Mr. Potters blood."

"You didn't have to strap him down; you could have just taken all the sharp objects away from him."

"Miss Granger please listen-"

"Are you gonna put him in a straight jacket next!?"

"Miss Granger! If you listen to me I will tell you everything, now sit down please, you too Mr. Weasley."

Ron numbly sat down on the bed next to him.

"Mr. Malfoy I guess you should listen too."

"Why-oh whatever never mind."

"First of all, after checking Potter's blood again I saw a bit of veela and vamperic blood in him. Mr. Malfoy do you know anything about your ancestors?"

"Not really."

"You have an ancestor who's a veela, if you hadn't been hit by that potion you would have one thirty seventh of veela blood in you, that potion created a reaction in your blood making the percentage of your veela blood to grow."

"WHAT!?"

"What do you mean there's vamperic blood in Harry?" Hermione asked quickly.

"I saw it in his blood. The explosion only made him get a tiny bit of veela blood in him; I'm guessing that James's family had a vampire."

"So is that why he's cutting himself?" Ron found his voice again.

"No. He's doing that on his own, it's self-inflicted."

"What about his silence?" Draco asked suddenly.

"His voice box is fine; I don't know why he's not talking."

"There must be something wrong, that night when I almost died, he was having a nightmare, his mouth was moving but no sound came out."

Pomfrey frowned in thought. "There's a small possibility that his muscles stopped working after not talking for a long time."

"Can we worry about his health first?" Hermione asked as she looked back at the weak sleeping form of her raven haired friend.

"He has to be awake first, but right now he needs to recover from saving Malfoy's life, it took away a lot of energy."

Draco looked at the curtained bed in front of him; he couldn't help but hope that Harry would soon wake up.

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