Title: Vivica, Chapter Six
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 Six
Draco had spent History of Magic as time well spent. That is to say, he caught up on sleep he had been deprived from that stupid dream. So, it was inevitable, when Professor Snape entered the room Draco was snoring softly, mouth open in an unfashionable way. Snape merely raised an eyebrow at the sleeping boy before turning toward the ghost teacher. Professor Binns was talking in his usual monotone voice, not even noticing the large black clothed person standing in front of him.
"Professor-"
"Great Scotts!" Professor Binns exclaimed, jumping back as well as a ghost could jump. "Don't do that... May I help you?"
"I need to speak with Draco Malfoy, if you don't mind. Dumbledore's request." The ghost waved his arm in agreement and immediately went back to teaching, though he had a funny look on his face. As though this was the very first time someone was called out of his class.
Draco jerked open his eyes and nearly fell out of his chair as Snape's hand landed on his shoulder. Blinking, he looked up at the Potions Master. "Professor?"
"It seems we have a problem, Mister Malfoy." Snape said gravely. Draco stood and immediately followed the Potions Master out of the room. He didn't say anythng on the way to Dumbledore's office. Snape was oddly quiet and Draco had the feeling it was best to remaint silent as well. They entered the stairway leading to the Headmaster's office quickly. Soon, Draco found himself standing in the oval office of Albus Dumbledore. Said Headmaster was sitting at his desk, opening what looked to be a package of chocolate frogs. Professor Lupin sat in front of the Headmaster's desk, his foot tapping the ground impatiently.
"Ah, Mister Malfoy, do have a seat!" Dumbledore greeted cheerfully. Draco slowly slid into the seat farthest from the werewolf, who was shifting in his own seat uncomfortably. Dumbledore waited until Snape sat down as well before continuing. "Now then, there seems to be a problem of sorts to be discussed. Remus? I do believe you are the one to explain this?"
"Y-yes, Headmaster." Lupin said, his voice sounding like a nervous croak. Draco didn't look at him, and he knew Lupin was doing the same. "Er... Mister Malfoy, I need to ask you a very personal question. Do you know if... That is... Oh, bugger it, are you part Veela?"
This sudden question caused Draco to look over at the man. The werewolf stared at him with golden eyes, not at all ashamed of the idiotic way he addressed the situation. Draco sighed and looked over at Snape. The Potions Master was smirking at his collegue, but said nothing. Draco didn't bother to look at the Headmaster. Dumbledore was known for his ill-placed humor.
Draco, against his own will, actually thought about the question. Part-Veela? Well... Contrary to what he had been telling himself since the beginning of the school year, it made since. What his father had said. The smells and instincts taking over his brain. His sudden awareness of everything. It all was linked, he knew. But Draco was not the type to open up so easily. He really did not like the idea of so many people knowing about his affairs. Gathering his courage, he met Lupin's eyes.
"Why do you ask?" Draco's voice remained calm and collected, the evidence of years of emotional control.
"Because if you are, it may create many serious problems for you and the rest of the school." Lupin told him softly. "We don't want anything to happen to you. And to ensure that nothing does, you need to let us help you."
"I'm not some sort of zoo case." Draco told him through gritted teeth, though his face did not change from it's usual mask.
"No, your a young man who is unable to control what's happening. A young man that didn't desire the changes." Lupin gave him a pointed look. Draco looked away. "Your scent has changed. Tell us what's going on, Draco."
It was the use of his first name that startled him. The only people in the school to call him 'Draco' was Crabbe, Goyle, and Sanpe. Even Dumbledore insisted on using his surname. Blinking, Draco looked back at him. This scholar, this werewolf, suddenly seemed so much stronger and powerful than himself. Unable to fight the submissive fear thrumming through his viens, his heart began to pick up. He could almost see Lupin sniffing the air casually.
"Calm down, Draco." Lupin ordered. And that submissive quality that Draco was angered to now have obeyed, his heart slowed, and his let his eyes travel down to the floor. Lupin watched him a moment, before turning to Snape. "Severus, it appears my fear was right."
"Yes, we know the boy is part-Veela." Snape replied impatiently. "Can we get to the point here?"
"I do agree with what the Headmaster said earlier, Draco should be given his own room." Lupin said thoughtfully. "But we do not need to worry about him getting aggressive like a normal male-Veela, I do not think."
"Why do suspect that, Remus?" Dumbledore asked with the air of a very curious child. Lupin shifted in his seat.
"Well, er, his scent for one." Lupin replied. Draco had never seen him look so uncomfortable. "And historically, the Veela blood must have come from a female ancestor. When blood mixing occured between wizard and Veela, only the females were involved. Male-Veela are ten-times more aggressive and dangerous than the females."
"But I'm a male." Draco interupted. Lupin didn't look at him.
"Yes, indeed you are Draco, but genetically a male carries both the X and Y chromosone." Lupin said. He looked at Dumbledore and then at Snape to see if they understood what he was getting at. Apparently, they didn't. Sighing, Lupin went on to explain. "The Veela blood could only come from the X chromosone, becuase that's all a female can hand down to their child, while the male determines the sex. So... Well, the only Veela blood you have in you could only come from the female Veela. You have no male Veela in you."
"And your point is?" Snape suddenly asked, looking as though he wanted to be back in his dungeons.
"Draco will most likely only show female-Veela characteristics." Lupin said in a rush. Draco let his jaw drop. It was silly, really. The idea of him being a female-Veela. Draco felt his anger rising, but fought to control it. Lupin watched him carefully, the only one in the room to understand what the boy could possibly be going through. "Draco?"
"What?" Draco snapped. His eyes widened at the sound of his own voice and for a moment he wondered whether Lupin would punish him. Lupin did nothing, though.
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here." Lupin told him. Draco didn't bother to fight the snort, though he didn't look Lupin in the eye.
"Talk? How am I suppose to talk to someone I'm afraid of?" Draco replied. The whole conversation was out of control, and yet Draco couldn't help making it worse. Lupin, oddly enough, wasn't shocked by this news. He knew the moment Draco was near the boy was afraid.
"You're afraid now, Draco. But once you realize I mean you no harm you wont be. Your instincts tell you to submit to me becuase my wolf is Alpha. But me being the one in control does not mean I will do you harm." Lupin said softly. Draco didn't look up. He didn't want to have this conversation. Not in front of Snape, who was probably cataloging it all to use to his advantage later. And especially not in front of Dumbledore, who was probably inwardly laughing at them all.
"What's going to happen to me?" Draco asked, ignoring the dread filling his every being. "I don't know anything about Veelas."
"You can be normal, as normal as a human with natural instincts can be." Lupin replied. "I don't think a lot of people realize it, but some wizards have the same problem as us. Some people are governed solely by what their instincts tell them. Save themselves. Survive. Save their loved ones. Find a mate. Mate forever."
"How do you find someone like that? Someone like that who doesn't mind that you have those same problems, but because of something else?" Draco looked over at Lupin, whose face looked thoughtful.
"Everyone has an intended mate. Even Snape over there." Snape snorted at that. "You have a mate, Draco. And they will not mind. They will love you, whether your part-Veela, rich, poor, or even a Death Eater."
"I'm sorry to interupt this lovely display of animal bonding, but can we please end this?" Snape spoke up. It was at that Draco finally looked over at Dumbledore, who had the most serene grin on his face. "Headmaster?"
"It's so wonderful to see everyone getting along." Dumbledore said dreamily. Snape suddenly stood and began ushering the other two out the door in a strict fashion.
"It's best to leave him alone when he's on a chocolate frog high." Snape muttered to Lupin as they shut the door behind them.
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 Six
Draco had spent History of Magic as time well spent. That is to say, he caught up on sleep he had been deprived from that stupid dream. So, it was inevitable, when Professor Snape entered the room Draco was snoring softly, mouth open in an unfashionable way. Snape merely raised an eyebrow at the sleeping boy before turning toward the ghost teacher. Professor Binns was talking in his usual monotone voice, not even noticing the large black clothed person standing in front of him.
"Professor-"
"Great Scotts!" Professor Binns exclaimed, jumping back as well as a ghost could jump. "Don't do that... May I help you?"
"I need to speak with Draco Malfoy, if you don't mind. Dumbledore's request." The ghost waved his arm in agreement and immediately went back to teaching, though he had a funny look on his face. As though this was the very first time someone was called out of his class.
Draco jerked open his eyes and nearly fell out of his chair as Snape's hand landed on his shoulder. Blinking, he looked up at the Potions Master. "Professor?"
"It seems we have a problem, Mister Malfoy." Snape said gravely. Draco stood and immediately followed the Potions Master out of the room. He didn't say anythng on the way to Dumbledore's office. Snape was oddly quiet and Draco had the feeling it was best to remaint silent as well. They entered the stairway leading to the Headmaster's office quickly. Soon, Draco found himself standing in the oval office of Albus Dumbledore. Said Headmaster was sitting at his desk, opening what looked to be a package of chocolate frogs. Professor Lupin sat in front of the Headmaster's desk, his foot tapping the ground impatiently.
"Ah, Mister Malfoy, do have a seat!" Dumbledore greeted cheerfully. Draco slowly slid into the seat farthest from the werewolf, who was shifting in his own seat uncomfortably. Dumbledore waited until Snape sat down as well before continuing. "Now then, there seems to be a problem of sorts to be discussed. Remus? I do believe you are the one to explain this?"
"Y-yes, Headmaster." Lupin said, his voice sounding like a nervous croak. Draco didn't look at him, and he knew Lupin was doing the same. "Er... Mister Malfoy, I need to ask you a very personal question. Do you know if... That is... Oh, bugger it, are you part Veela?"
This sudden question caused Draco to look over at the man. The werewolf stared at him with golden eyes, not at all ashamed of the idiotic way he addressed the situation. Draco sighed and looked over at Snape. The Potions Master was smirking at his collegue, but said nothing. Draco didn't bother to look at the Headmaster. Dumbledore was known for his ill-placed humor.
Draco, against his own will, actually thought about the question. Part-Veela? Well... Contrary to what he had been telling himself since the beginning of the school year, it made since. What his father had said. The smells and instincts taking over his brain. His sudden awareness of everything. It all was linked, he knew. But Draco was not the type to open up so easily. He really did not like the idea of so many people knowing about his affairs. Gathering his courage, he met Lupin's eyes.
"Why do you ask?" Draco's voice remained calm and collected, the evidence of years of emotional control.
"Because if you are, it may create many serious problems for you and the rest of the school." Lupin told him softly. "We don't want anything to happen to you. And to ensure that nothing does, you need to let us help you."
"I'm not some sort of zoo case." Draco told him through gritted teeth, though his face did not change from it's usual mask.
"No, your a young man who is unable to control what's happening. A young man that didn't desire the changes." Lupin gave him a pointed look. Draco looked away. "Your scent has changed. Tell us what's going on, Draco."
It was the use of his first name that startled him. The only people in the school to call him 'Draco' was Crabbe, Goyle, and Sanpe. Even Dumbledore insisted on using his surname. Blinking, Draco looked back at him. This scholar, this werewolf, suddenly seemed so much stronger and powerful than himself. Unable to fight the submissive fear thrumming through his viens, his heart began to pick up. He could almost see Lupin sniffing the air casually.
"Calm down, Draco." Lupin ordered. And that submissive quality that Draco was angered to now have obeyed, his heart slowed, and his let his eyes travel down to the floor. Lupin watched him a moment, before turning to Snape. "Severus, it appears my fear was right."
"Yes, we know the boy is part-Veela." Snape replied impatiently. "Can we get to the point here?"
"I do agree with what the Headmaster said earlier, Draco should be given his own room." Lupin said thoughtfully. "But we do not need to worry about him getting aggressive like a normal male-Veela, I do not think."
"Why do suspect that, Remus?" Dumbledore asked with the air of a very curious child. Lupin shifted in his seat.
"Well, er, his scent for one." Lupin replied. Draco had never seen him look so uncomfortable. "And historically, the Veela blood must have come from a female ancestor. When blood mixing occured between wizard and Veela, only the females were involved. Male-Veela are ten-times more aggressive and dangerous than the females."
"But I'm a male." Draco interupted. Lupin didn't look at him.
"Yes, indeed you are Draco, but genetically a male carries both the X and Y chromosone." Lupin said. He looked at Dumbledore and then at Snape to see if they understood what he was getting at. Apparently, they didn't. Sighing, Lupin went on to explain. "The Veela blood could only come from the X chromosone, becuase that's all a female can hand down to their child, while the male determines the sex. So... Well, the only Veela blood you have in you could only come from the female Veela. You have no male Veela in you."
"And your point is?" Snape suddenly asked, looking as though he wanted to be back in his dungeons.
"Draco will most likely only show female-Veela characteristics." Lupin said in a rush. Draco let his jaw drop. It was silly, really. The idea of him being a female-Veela. Draco felt his anger rising, but fought to control it. Lupin watched him carefully, the only one in the room to understand what the boy could possibly be going through. "Draco?"
"What?" Draco snapped. His eyes widened at the sound of his own voice and for a moment he wondered whether Lupin would punish him. Lupin did nothing, though.
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here." Lupin told him. Draco didn't bother to fight the snort, though he didn't look Lupin in the eye.
"Talk? How am I suppose to talk to someone I'm afraid of?" Draco replied. The whole conversation was out of control, and yet Draco couldn't help making it worse. Lupin, oddly enough, wasn't shocked by this news. He knew the moment Draco was near the boy was afraid.
"You're afraid now, Draco. But once you realize I mean you no harm you wont be. Your instincts tell you to submit to me becuase my wolf is Alpha. But me being the one in control does not mean I will do you harm." Lupin said softly. Draco didn't look up. He didn't want to have this conversation. Not in front of Snape, who was probably cataloging it all to use to his advantage later. And especially not in front of Dumbledore, who was probably inwardly laughing at them all.
"What's going to happen to me?" Draco asked, ignoring the dread filling his every being. "I don't know anything about Veelas."
"You can be normal, as normal as a human with natural instincts can be." Lupin replied. "I don't think a lot of people realize it, but some wizards have the same problem as us. Some people are governed solely by what their instincts tell them. Save themselves. Survive. Save their loved ones. Find a mate. Mate forever."
"How do you find someone like that? Someone like that who doesn't mind that you have those same problems, but because of something else?" Draco looked over at Lupin, whose face looked thoughtful.
"Everyone has an intended mate. Even Snape over there." Snape snorted at that. "You have a mate, Draco. And they will not mind. They will love you, whether your part-Veela, rich, poor, or even a Death Eater."
"I'm sorry to interupt this lovely display of animal bonding, but can we please end this?" Snape spoke up. It was at that Draco finally looked over at Dumbledore, who had the most serene grin on his face. "Headmaster?"
"It's so wonderful to see everyone getting along." Dumbledore said dreamily. Snape suddenly stood and began ushering the other two out the door in a strict fashion.
"It's best to leave him alone when he's on a chocolate frog high." Snape muttered to Lupin as they shut the door behind them.