2. Getting It All Fucked Up

Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, heard the arrival of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter long before either of the boys entered his room.  Loud echoes of two snappy voices were carried up to his ears from the stairs behind the closed door, and currently Harry was rather rudely demanding Draco how the hell the other boy knew the password to the Headmaster's chambers. The reply was alike insolent, referring to the fact that Draco was Lucius Malfoy's son and knew everything he ever felt like he should.

The door burst open rather forcefully. Both of the boys fell instantly silent when seeing the Headmaster, and especially his demanding expression.

"Professor Dumbedore, sir," Harry muttered. "Sorry to intrude."

Sighing, Dumbledore then gestured them both to sit before his heavily loaded table, watching the two boys with a questioning glint in his old eyes.

"Alright, what is the purpose of this sudden visit of you two?"

"Headmaster," Draco started, jumping up from his seat and pacing around like a madman. "Potter just did the most amazingly stupid thing in his life, and I'm just this close to kill him!"

Draco pressed his forefinger and thumb together.

"Indeed?" Dumbledore encouraged the Slytherin to continue.

"He saw me taking the drug and he took the box and opened it and it all flew in the air and now I'm totally out of it and I really don't know what I'm going to do next morning when I don't get my usual dose and I am seriously going to make sure he'll regret this for the rest of his life and HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO SURVIVE AFTER TOMORROW MORNING ALIVE?"

"CALM DOWN, Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore roared. He looked at the panting Slytherin with worried eyes. "I understand you have a very serious reason to rant and rave like you do, but let us now think this matter over in peace. I'm sure you're not going to die."

Harry watched the exchange of them two in wonder. Somehow he didn't feel so certain of his own actions anymore.

"Mr. Potter…Harry?" Dumbledore spoke, after Draco had forced himself to relatively calm down. The Slytherin was now wandering across the room, examining the backs of the books in the Headmaster's shelf, trying to breathe evenly. "Do you understand at all what you have done, Harry?"

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "I prevented Malfoy from destroying his life with drugs."

The headmaster heaved a sigh, shaking his head. "I'm afraid you have misunderstood Mr. Malfoy's activities, Harry. The silvery powder he was using is not an ordinary drug at all. Nothing like the Muggle narcotics. It was a medicine, meant for very powerful Veela and half Veela."

Harry only blinked. Dumbledore understood that he needed to continue.

"Draco Malfoy here is of a Veela inheritance, Harry. Did you not know that?"

"Um, well… I haven't actually been that interested in his relatives, sir," Harry flushed, knowing not exactly why.

Draco snorted angrily. "Yes, you're probably the only one at the school who doesn't know that petty fucking piece of information. And here I thought the famous Harry Potter would know his enemies well."

Harry bit his lip. "I did suspect many times you weren't entirely human, Malfoy," he said, pondering.

"Oh, did you really? Tell me something new!" Draco scoffed.

"I didn't mean it that way," Harry pouted. "Not this time, at least."

Dumbledore couldn't help a little twinkle emerging in his much-seen eyes. "As it is, Harry… By throwing Mr. Malfoy's medicament away, you have now exposed him to the advances of his schoolmates. You do know what I speak of, don't you?"

"Er, not really," the Gryffindor replied, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"You bloody fool," Draco couldn't help huffing. "The Headmaster is saying that, when this evening's dosage has burned away, I will start radiating the Veela charisma, and everybody will become crazy about me and try to bounce me every time and every place like mad dogs."

"Everybody already is crazy about you, you dimwit!" Harry couldn't help shouting back, immediately afterwards regretting his jealous outburst. "I mean, you're already considered… um… hot stuff. So… ahem… How would this little drawback change the situation at all?"

Draco frowned at him and let Dumbledore answer on his behalf.

"Harry, Mr. Malfoy has a very strong Veela inheritance. As you may have heard him say, he is so called pure blood. This makes the situation really alarming. Without his regular medicament, he will be the target prey of every lovesick teenager of this school. And I'm afraid that when the weeks pass by, this leads into continuous sexual harassment of a very serious nature."

"You mean to say… Everybody wants to rape Malfoy?" Harry curiously asked. "Gee, I'd like to see that."

"You shall," the Headmaster simpered. "Namely, it takes at least four weeks to deliver a new amount of the medicament from the southern India, in which time I think Mr. Malfoy shall need very strong protection. And as the situation is this… I order you, Harry Potter, to be Mr. Malfoy's personal defender during the time he has to be without his remedy."

"What?" Draco shouted, highly dismayed. "No fucking way! I won't have Potter hanging around me twenty-four-seven! That's repulsive!"

"For once I agree with Malfoy!" Harry cried. "I won't be his guardian angel or anything even close to that! He has to manage on his own!"

Dumbledore looked at them both over the rim of his crescent eyeglasses. "I'm sorry, Harry, but this is completely your own doing. You've brought this upon yourself. And as much as I am afraid what kind of chaos you two are going to cause in public, this decision is made only for the protection of Mr. Malfoy. And you both shall accept it. It is my order."

Draco and Harry exchanged a glare.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. No protesting," Dumbledore warned.

"But this is just ridiculous!" Draco still found the courage to complain. "How do you know that Potter won't jump me once I start radiating? That would be considerably awful, and be certain that I will take it to the Ministry if such a thing happens."

"Harry is a very strong-natured wizard, Mr. Malfoy. Besides, the animosity between you two is one of the strongest kinds I have ever seen. Therefore I doubt that it could be conquered that easily. I will indeed be very surprised if Harry touches you in any way."

"You can count on me not ever fucking touching you, Malfoy," Harry assured. "I wouldn't do it with a ten-feet-long picket."

Draco had the grace to look slightly offended. "We'll see about that."

Harry cast a murderous glance at the Slytherin's direction.

"Now, now, boys," Dumbledore interrupted their beginning row. "Try to make a truce. After all, Draco, beginning from tomorrow Mr. Potter shall be attending your classes, your lunches and dinners and your evening activities."

"What? That's… That's completely unnecessary, Headmaster," Draco whinged.

"Over my dead body," Harry grunted. "I honestly don't want to know what Malfoy's evening activities are, let alone taking part in those!"

Dumbledore just smiled beamingly, which annoyed the both boys to great extent.

"I believe you both will start to see the reason of this arrangement when a couple of days go by. Harry, if anything happens to Mr. Malfoy, it is to be considered as your neglect of duty and the consequences will fall on your shoulders. And Draco, once the situation gets as heated as I'm afraid it will, I'll be very surprised if you didn't want Mr. Potter nearby."

Draco snorted and crossed his arms. Harry sat in his chair immovable with defeat.

"Oh, and one more thing before you two can go to bed," the Headmaster sounded suspiciously gleeful.

"Yes?" Harry spoke from between compressed teeth.

"If necessary, you two shall be sharing the same dormitory as well. Harry, prepare to the possibility that you'll have to move to the dungeons after a few days."

Harry fell off his chair with shock.

Draco left the office swearing colourfully.

…TBC…

A/N: Forgot to mention that this is written purely for fun! Therefore this piece doesn't contain much angst. Oh, and also our dear Voldie is already out of the picture, too.