Title: Vivica, Chapter Five
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Five
The room was already filled with students and Draco quickly took the last seat available to him, towards the front on the Slytherin side. He glanced over at the Gryffindors and found the source of the problem. Standing next to the Golden Trio's table was Professor Lupin. Draco felt the need to submit himself once more. He couldn't explain it, and he was getting rather angry by it all.
Lupin looked better than he did third grade year. He wasn't as skinny and you could tell he was getting a regular set of meals. As Lupin made for the front of the class, his golden eyes scanned the room. They stopped on Draco, widening slightly.
An uncomfortable feeling took over Draco's body and he felt the odd need to cover himself as best he could. Draco let his eyes fall to the desk as he held his breath. He couldn't explain it. Why was he, a Malfoy, suddenly afraid of the stupid werewolf? It made no sense.
The class flew by rather quickly. There was only one incident during the whole thing, when Lupin suddenly started walking around him, sniffing the air lightly. Draco knew none of the others heard him breathing in his scent, but Draco's own hearing was suddenly a bit more clear. Whatever was going on, Dracowasn't sure he wanted to know. For some reason, deep down, he feared it all. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Draco grabbed his books and nearly darted from the room.
Ron had watched him leave, frowning slightly, before following Harry up to the teacher's desk. Lupin was smiling at them, but even Ron could tell there was something on the teacher's mind.
"How is your first day going, Professor?" Hermione asked.
"Rather well." Lupin replied. He stood up from his desk and grabbed his battered case. "I hate to run like this, but I need to go speak with Professor Snape."
"Oh, about the Wolfsbane?" Harry asked as they followed him out the door. Lupin faltered and smiled a small smile.
"Something like that." He told them and they watched him walk briskly out of sight. Lupin let out a sigh when he started down the dungeon stares. His mind reeling, he walked straight for the potions classroom. Opening the door, he found Snape sitting at his desk, looking through papers, while a lone kid sat scrubbing a stain on a table. Ignoring the kid's curious look, he went straight for the desk.
"Severus, I need to ask you something." Lupin said, rather stiffly. Snape didn't look up, but continued to mark the paper in front of him with bright red ink.
"What is it, Lupin?" Snape asked cooly.
"I need to ask you about-" Lupin stopped mid sentence and glanced back at the third year scrubbing the table. Like he had suspected, the boy had stopped scrubbing and was listening hard. Snape had finally looked up and followed Lupin's gaze.
"I do believe you were kept behind to clean, Mr. Harkens, not to listen in on your elders." Snape said, his voice low but still demanding. The boy jumped in suprise at being adressed. "Your obviously finished. Next time, try not to let your cauldron explode."
Snape waved the boy away, who ran out the door thankful he was no longer forced to be in the room. Snape set back in his chair and slowly looked up at Lupin. His black eyes narrowed slightly at the worried expression on the werewolf's face. "Well? What is it, Lupin? I do have papers to grade."
"Already? It's only the first day." Lupin said, momentarily forgetting why he had came down here.
"I always give a test on the previous year's lessons, to see whether they remember anything." Snape explained impatiently.
"Indeed." Lupin said. He cleared his throat and grabbed the nearest stool. Sitting, he let his gaze once again reach the Potion Master's. "What do you know about Draco Malfoy?"
"What about him?" Snape asked, allowing a small fraction of his confusion to reach his face. "He's the son of Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy. He's the top in his house. Despite what Potter believes, Draco is also a good seeker."
"What about his heritage? His bloodline?" Lupin asked, his leg starting to jiggle from nervousness. Snape glared at said leg a moment before responding.
"What is this all about?" Lupin gulped at the question.
"It's his scent, Severus." Lupin admitted. "Something has changed in him since the last I'd seen him. It's so..." Lupin waved his hand while he searched for the right words. "..Inhuman."
"Inhuman? Lucius Malfoy's son is inhuman?" Snape snorted at the remark.
"I'm serious, Severus." Lupin said sternly. The type of tone, so different from usual softness Lupin normally carried, caused Snape to respond in kind. "People have signature smells, though I'm sure you know that. Even humans can smell it up close. Non-humans, or half-humans, are the same. You can smell the non-human part of them. And as a werewolf, I have a hieghtened sense of smell, because that's how we hunt and find our mates. I can smell something in Draco Malfoy. Something that isn't normal for a teenager wizard."
"What then? What do you smell instead?" Snape asked, not really understanding the references Lupin was making. He supposed it would only make sense to someone who experienced it.
"I have to ask... Do the Malfoys have any... Veela blood in them?" Lupin asked carefully.
"I wouldn't really know, Lupin. I'm not exactly best mates with any of them." Snape replied honestly. "Though, if I recall correctly, when my father taught me about bloodlines there was an unknown union in the Malfoy family."
"When did this occur?" Lupin suddenly asked, eyes wide with some sort of realization.
"Mid-1500s, I believe." Snape hid a small jump of suprise as Lupin leaped off his chair at the news.
"That's it. It was during that time that wizards were harvesting the Veela for personal pleasure. It only lasted around fifty years, due to the aggression in the male Veela, but it was enough time for the blood of Veela and wizards to be mixed." Lupin looked at Snape with a small smirk at his knowledge. Snape rolled his eyes as Lupin continued. "It was only the wealthiest of bloodlines that owned Veelas, so naturelly the Malfoys were one of them. That explains it."
"So, you think that Draco has repressed Veela blood in him?" Snape asked.
"No longer repressed." Lupin replied. "His scent is that of a Veela coming into adulthood, Severus. If I'm right, and I've never known my wolf-sense to be wrong, then we need to bring this to Dumbledore."
"Well this is just great." Snape complained, standing and waving Lupin to the back door that led to his office. "Do you realize the torment that boy will go through? I highly doubt his father told him anything, the bastard."
"Torment?" Lupin asked.
"If the boy is a Veela, even part, how do you think that's going to effect a school of hormonal mutants?" Snape hissed.
"I hadn't thought of that." Lupin muttered. He watched Snape walk over to the fireplace in his office and signal Dumbledore. "Surely due to the diluted amount of Veela it wont be a problem?"
"That's not my territory, Lupin." Snape mumbled, glaring.
"Ah, Severus, what can I do for you?" Dumbeldore asked as a flare of green smoke let him into the office.
"It seems Lupin has been smelling the children again, Headmaster." Snape replied. Dumbledore blinked at the reply, before twinkling and looking over at Lupin.
"What he means is-"
"Now, now, Remus, that's quite all right." Dumbledore replied. Lupin snapped his mouth shut and sent Snape a small glare. Dumbledore sauntered over to the desk and sat down in Snape's seat. Snape looked slightly put out by this action, but said nothing and opted for one of the spare seats in front of the desk. Lupin joined him. Quickly, Lupin explained what they were previously talking about. Dumbledore nodded the whole time, pulling out a lemondrop everytime Snape and Lupin would start arguing.
Once everything was out in the open, Dumbledore gave a thoughtful look. "Well, I suppose we should do what we did twenty years ago when that half-Veela boy came to Hogwarts."
"Which is...?" Lupin encouraged.
"Give Draco his own room and let him check every student to make sure his mate is not among us." Dumbledore replied calmly.
"What?!" Snape exclaimed, losing his normal composure.
"Sir." Lupin said quickly before Snape could start ranting. "I don't think this is going to be the same as the Veela boy."
"Why do you suspect that?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well... Draco seemed rather afraid of me all of a sudden." Lupin said, his face looking thoughtful. "As though... No, that can't be it."
"What?" Snape asked, not enjoying the odd laughter that suddenly erupted from Lupin's chest.
"Per-Perhaps-" Lupin fought back a chuckle. "-Perhaps we should invite Draco into this conversation?"
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Five
The room was already filled with students and Draco quickly took the last seat available to him, towards the front on the Slytherin side. He glanced over at the Gryffindors and found the source of the problem. Standing next to the Golden Trio's table was Professor Lupin. Draco felt the need to submit himself once more. He couldn't explain it, and he was getting rather angry by it all.
Lupin looked better than he did third grade year. He wasn't as skinny and you could tell he was getting a regular set of meals. As Lupin made for the front of the class, his golden eyes scanned the room. They stopped on Draco, widening slightly.
An uncomfortable feeling took over Draco's body and he felt the odd need to cover himself as best he could. Draco let his eyes fall to the desk as he held his breath. He couldn't explain it. Why was he, a Malfoy, suddenly afraid of the stupid werewolf? It made no sense.
The class flew by rather quickly. There was only one incident during the whole thing, when Lupin suddenly started walking around him, sniffing the air lightly. Draco knew none of the others heard him breathing in his scent, but Draco's own hearing was suddenly a bit more clear. Whatever was going on, Dracowasn't sure he wanted to know. For some reason, deep down, he feared it all. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Draco grabbed his books and nearly darted from the room.
Ron had watched him leave, frowning slightly, before following Harry up to the teacher's desk. Lupin was smiling at them, but even Ron could tell there was something on the teacher's mind.
"How is your first day going, Professor?" Hermione asked.
"Rather well." Lupin replied. He stood up from his desk and grabbed his battered case. "I hate to run like this, but I need to go speak with Professor Snape."
"Oh, about the Wolfsbane?" Harry asked as they followed him out the door. Lupin faltered and smiled a small smile.
"Something like that." He told them and they watched him walk briskly out of sight. Lupin let out a sigh when he started down the dungeon stares. His mind reeling, he walked straight for the potions classroom. Opening the door, he found Snape sitting at his desk, looking through papers, while a lone kid sat scrubbing a stain on a table. Ignoring the kid's curious look, he went straight for the desk.
"Severus, I need to ask you something." Lupin said, rather stiffly. Snape didn't look up, but continued to mark the paper in front of him with bright red ink.
"What is it, Lupin?" Snape asked cooly.
"I need to ask you about-" Lupin stopped mid sentence and glanced back at the third year scrubbing the table. Like he had suspected, the boy had stopped scrubbing and was listening hard. Snape had finally looked up and followed Lupin's gaze.
"I do believe you were kept behind to clean, Mr. Harkens, not to listen in on your elders." Snape said, his voice low but still demanding. The boy jumped in suprise at being adressed. "Your obviously finished. Next time, try not to let your cauldron explode."
Snape waved the boy away, who ran out the door thankful he was no longer forced to be in the room. Snape set back in his chair and slowly looked up at Lupin. His black eyes narrowed slightly at the worried expression on the werewolf's face. "Well? What is it, Lupin? I do have papers to grade."
"Already? It's only the first day." Lupin said, momentarily forgetting why he had came down here.
"I always give a test on the previous year's lessons, to see whether they remember anything." Snape explained impatiently.
"Indeed." Lupin said. He cleared his throat and grabbed the nearest stool. Sitting, he let his gaze once again reach the Potion Master's. "What do you know about Draco Malfoy?"
"What about him?" Snape asked, allowing a small fraction of his confusion to reach his face. "He's the son of Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy. He's the top in his house. Despite what Potter believes, Draco is also a good seeker."
"What about his heritage? His bloodline?" Lupin asked, his leg starting to jiggle from nervousness. Snape glared at said leg a moment before responding.
"What is this all about?" Lupin gulped at the question.
"It's his scent, Severus." Lupin admitted. "Something has changed in him since the last I'd seen him. It's so..." Lupin waved his hand while he searched for the right words. "..Inhuman."
"Inhuman? Lucius Malfoy's son is inhuman?" Snape snorted at the remark.
"I'm serious, Severus." Lupin said sternly. The type of tone, so different from usual softness Lupin normally carried, caused Snape to respond in kind. "People have signature smells, though I'm sure you know that. Even humans can smell it up close. Non-humans, or half-humans, are the same. You can smell the non-human part of them. And as a werewolf, I have a hieghtened sense of smell, because that's how we hunt and find our mates. I can smell something in Draco Malfoy. Something that isn't normal for a teenager wizard."
"What then? What do you smell instead?" Snape asked, not really understanding the references Lupin was making. He supposed it would only make sense to someone who experienced it.
"I have to ask... Do the Malfoys have any... Veela blood in them?" Lupin asked carefully.
"I wouldn't really know, Lupin. I'm not exactly best mates with any of them." Snape replied honestly. "Though, if I recall correctly, when my father taught me about bloodlines there was an unknown union in the Malfoy family."
"When did this occur?" Lupin suddenly asked, eyes wide with some sort of realization.
"Mid-1500s, I believe." Snape hid a small jump of suprise as Lupin leaped off his chair at the news.
"That's it. It was during that time that wizards were harvesting the Veela for personal pleasure. It only lasted around fifty years, due to the aggression in the male Veela, but it was enough time for the blood of Veela and wizards to be mixed." Lupin looked at Snape with a small smirk at his knowledge. Snape rolled his eyes as Lupin continued. "It was only the wealthiest of bloodlines that owned Veelas, so naturelly the Malfoys were one of them. That explains it."
"So, you think that Draco has repressed Veela blood in him?" Snape asked.
"No longer repressed." Lupin replied. "His scent is that of a Veela coming into adulthood, Severus. If I'm right, and I've never known my wolf-sense to be wrong, then we need to bring this to Dumbledore."
"Well this is just great." Snape complained, standing and waving Lupin to the back door that led to his office. "Do you realize the torment that boy will go through? I highly doubt his father told him anything, the bastard."
"Torment?" Lupin asked.
"If the boy is a Veela, even part, how do you think that's going to effect a school of hormonal mutants?" Snape hissed.
"I hadn't thought of that." Lupin muttered. He watched Snape walk over to the fireplace in his office and signal Dumbledore. "Surely due to the diluted amount of Veela it wont be a problem?"
"That's not my territory, Lupin." Snape mumbled, glaring.
"Ah, Severus, what can I do for you?" Dumbeldore asked as a flare of green smoke let him into the office.
"It seems Lupin has been smelling the children again, Headmaster." Snape replied. Dumbledore blinked at the reply, before twinkling and looking over at Lupin.
"What he means is-"
"Now, now, Remus, that's quite all right." Dumbledore replied. Lupin snapped his mouth shut and sent Snape a small glare. Dumbledore sauntered over to the desk and sat down in Snape's seat. Snape looked slightly put out by this action, but said nothing and opted for one of the spare seats in front of the desk. Lupin joined him. Quickly, Lupin explained what they were previously talking about. Dumbledore nodded the whole time, pulling out a lemondrop everytime Snape and Lupin would start arguing.
Once everything was out in the open, Dumbledore gave a thoughtful look. "Well, I suppose we should do what we did twenty years ago when that half-Veela boy came to Hogwarts."
"Which is...?" Lupin encouraged.
"Give Draco his own room and let him check every student to make sure his mate is not among us." Dumbledore replied calmly.
"What?!" Snape exclaimed, losing his normal composure.
"Sir." Lupin said quickly before Snape could start ranting. "I don't think this is going to be the same as the Veela boy."
"Why do you suspect that?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well... Draco seemed rather afraid of me all of a sudden." Lupin said, his face looking thoughtful. "As though... No, that can't be it."
"What?" Snape asked, not enjoying the odd laughter that suddenly erupted from Lupin's chest.
"Per-Perhaps-" Lupin fought back a chuckle. "-Perhaps we should invite Draco into this conversation?"