5. One Secret Untold

Draco Malfoy sauntered slowly towards the library. Deliberately ignoring some very curious glances from a set of second-year Slytherin girls, and some more lustful stares from a bunch of fourth-year Hufflepuff lasses, he entered the silent reading hall. Madam Irma Pince was sitting at her desk next to the entrance as usual, lifting her gaze from her parchments to scowl at the offending student. However, she failed miserably as the scowl turned into an esteeming ogle, all by itself.

"Afternoon," Draco greeted, smirking at the librarian.

Draco steered his elegant steps towards the Dark Arts section of the library. Not because he was planning to learn some black magic, but because the particular section was usually abandoned at this hour of the day. And solitude was precisely what Draco now wanted, for he had a lot to think about.

Seating himself at a small table behind the massive shelves, he dug out a quill and some sheets of parchment. The afternoon sunlight made the wooden table look very warm, and the books that surrounded him seemed very dusty and old. It all made Draco a little sleepy, and he yawned, stretching his arms in front of him. Then he picked up his quill and, rolling it a couple of times between his fingers, he began to write a letter to his cousin, Nymphadora Tonks.

Dora, you heinous excuse for a cousin, I need your help, baby.

Potter, that sufferable bitch, has yet again spoiled my day. Hell, he's spoiled my whole life, if nothing can be done about it soon. He fucking threw my medicines away, and, well… Look where he's gotten me now.

I cut the shit right here, Dora. You know my secret. I know you know it, because I told it to you that one day, three years ago. You're thinking it right now –my secret. And don't fucking leer at me, it's not bloody funny!

All right, here are the facts. My Veela charms have activated. Everybody lusts over me. I am getting more and more pissed. And on the top of it all –that great wanker Potter is made my guardian. MY GUARDIAN, bloody Merlin! He is following me everywhere, day and (soon) night. And this is where I ask you to help me.

You know I hate him. I honestly do. He is purely intolerable. Like I have told you, he is the sole reason I began to eat those medicines in the first place –just because he was the famous Harry Potter, who my father and the Dark Lord want to kill. Damn, I wish my life was simpler!

I hope I can control my instincts until the new medicament delivery arrives from India, but it is at least three ruddy weeks. THREE WEEKS, can you believe it! Fuck! Damn! And I do not want Potter to find out that he is my mate, not under any fucking conditions. It's going to be really, really hard since he's around me all the time, but I must try to act like he's not there. Otherwise… Ugh… *shudder*

Dora… Tell me what to do! How the bloody hell can I control my instincts around him? I'd rather die than jump him.

Your (nearly paranoid) cousin,

Foy

Draco looked at the marine blue ink soaking into the fragile parchment. Absent-mindedly, he stroked his lower lip with the feather end of his quill, staring blankly at the neat letters in front of him.

"There is nobody else but her," he thought out loud, "Even though I doubt even Tonks can help me out of this one."

Rapidly, Draco rolled the parchment up and tied it with a ribbon. Glancing nervously around, he reached for the window and opened the glass. He sincerely hoped that the letter wouldn't fall into wrong hands during its journey.

Through the open window hole, the late summer wind tousled Draco's white hair irritably. He pushed it back to its place, only to find it a waste of time. Deciding that he looked good anyway, he returned to his original task and gave out a loud and high whistle, beautiful as a song of a nightingale. Not many minutes afterwards, his massive, shining eagle owl emerged on the windowsill, balancing on the narrow wooden frame, curiously examining his master.

"Take this message to Nymphadora Tonks," Draco told the eagle. "And hurry with it, will you."

The large bird seemed to hesitate, blinking its enormous black eyes and cocking its head, and Draco groaned. 

"It's still me, you silly twit," Draco leaned forwards and let the eagle look at him closer. "See? It's me. Good. Now dash off, you bloody ponce."

The bird pecked Draco's nose gently, clearly recognizing his master again, and decided to obey. Utterly annoyed, Draco inhaled his lungs full of fresh air, and let it seep out slowly. Then he closed the window glass and returned to his seat. His first day without the medicine was coming closer to its end, and he felt his veins already burning.

"Hey, Malfoy!"

Draco whirled around, gasping in surprise. Seamus Finnigan was leaning against the massive shelf at his left, hands crossed over his chest. Draco frowned, and wrapped his dark blue robes more securely around himself.

"Finnigan, was there something you wanted?"

Seamus only goggled, a silly smile on his face, and Draco couldn't help but feeling very uncomfortable. Therefore he began to pack his things away. "Listen, Finnigan, if you have nothing reasonable to say to me, I'll just go."

"No, don't go," Seamus blurted out, snapping out of his daze. He stepped closer and leaned at the table. "I… Er… I thought that maybe… Would you like to go on a date with me?"

"What?" Draco's eyes flew wide. "You are being delusional, Finnigan."

"I am not," Seamus grinned and closed in on him. "I've always wondered how it would be like to kiss you."

"Wait! WaitwaitwaitWAIT!" Draco yelled, jumping up from his seat, knocking the chair over and raising his hands in a self-protective manner in front of him. "You are so not going to kiss me. It would be just… awful. I mean… EURGH!"

"Come on, now, Malfoy…" Seamus winked his eye, "I know you fling both ways."

"I don't fling anywhere!" Draco nearly screamed, as the Irish boy grabbed his forearm. "Take that hand off me or I'll hex your balls off."

"You wouldn't!" Seamus laughed, and harassed Draco against the window. "Gosh, you have such a beautiful mouth, Draco… Please, let me kiss you… Just this once…"

"What the FUCK has gone into you?" Draco slapped Seamus' hands away. Then he sighed, and looked at the ceiling pleadingly. "Oh, wait, you don't need to tell me… I already know."

"So you admit that you're gorgeous?"

"Of course I am gorgeous!" Draco huffed, glaring at the Gryffindor as if said asked something very stupid. "Tell me when I wouldn't have been!"

"True," Seamus simpered. "Now… There's no-one around, except Pince. But we don't have to worry about her, I'm sure she'd like to see some good action, once in her life…"

"WHAT? You are bloody out of your fucking mind, Finnigan!"

"You make me out of my mind," Seamus smiled seductively at the Slytherin, and Draco felt like gagging.

Seamus brought his hands on Draco's chest and began to smooth his collars. Then he suddenly closed the short distance between them entirely, and kicked Draco's legs apart with his knee. Draco leaned as far against the window as possible, and cringed.

"Finnigan! Stop it!" Draco sizzled. "I'm not interest…mmf."               

Seamus pinned Draco harshly against himself and sucked the Slytherin's lips in his mouth. Draco was completely helpless in the bigger boy's clutch, and there was no way Seamus was giving him a chance to reach his wand.

"Get off me, you bint!" Draco shouted, and bit Seamus' lower lip so hard that it began to bleed. "I DO NOT WANT TO KISS YOU, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"

"Ah, you like it rough… Blood and chains, eh?" Seamus only beamed.

"POTTER! WHERE IN THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU? You're not bloody anywhere near when one actually needs you!" Draco shouted, as loudly as his voice carried.

Then Seamus' hands began to roam down towards his waistband, and Draco genuinely shrieked. He closed his eyes, and tried to struggle away violently, but in vain. Seamus' grip was tight.

"Just a little snog, Draco… I won't hurt you… I promise you'll like it… I love you, Draco…"

"POTTER!" Draco felt already desperate.

But for his luck, the saviour of the Magical world was not far away.

"I'm right here," was the cold reply, which made both Seamus Draco flinch with fright. Harry was standing right next to them, an unconscious Irma Pince lying at his feet.

"Seamus, I suggest you get the hell out of here, and as fast as you can, or I won't be responsible for the consequences."

There was nothing of their previous friendliness in Harry's gaze as he looked at Seamus. His black hair was wild as always, enhancing his furious expression, and his glasses were halfway fallen off, revealing the burning green eyes. Draco felt weak.

"Get out, Seamus," Harry repeated, breathing heavily, "Now."

Stumbling, Seamus backed away from Draco and jumped over Irma Pince's listless body. He was out of the library in mere seconds.

Harry quirked a brow and looked questioningly at Draco. "You alright there?"

Draco, shaking all over with disgust, barely managed to speak. "Been better, thanks."

"Here, let me help you gather your things," Harry said. "Then we'll go to the Room of Requirement. I think we need to talk."

"Sure, the Room of Requirement," Draco answered. And then he suddenly began to wildly wipe his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, looking at the Slytherin as if he'd grown mad. "You hurt? Seamus hexed you?"

"No, I'm just mentally handicapped for the rest of my life," Draco muttered. "That bloody Finnigan kissed me! I so need to brush my teeth."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Malfoy, it was just a kiss."

"Just a kiss?" Draco asked, looking incredulous. "Just a kiss?"

"Well, yeah," Harry shrugged, "It wasn't like he tried to kill you or anything. Surely you've kissed someone before."

Draco stared at Harry blankly, and Harry stopped packing Draco's schoolbag.

"You haven't?"

"Well, obviously, now I have!" Draco seethed. "And thanks to you, it was bloody FINNIGAN!"

"Don't even try to put this all on me! You said you'd survive alone for a while!" Harry cried in annoyance.

"Well, I hadn't actually planned a bloody Irish gorilla man jumping me in the library!" Draco protested.

"I can't see what people see in you, anyway," Harry muttered, "Like you were some kind of sex god or something. Ridiculous."

"So, my charms aren't affecting you," Draco noted, in a halfway curious tone.

"Thank Merlin for that," Harry sounded genuinely relieved. Then he tossed Draco his schoolbag. "Now, let's get out of here. We have a long evening ahead of us, and I'd like to ask you a couple of questions before the curfew."

Draco shrugged, in his usual graceful way, making the expensive fabric of his robes wave prettily. "I don't understand why there's still the curfew, what with Voldemort dead and all," he exclaimed, looking sulky.

"Me neither," Harry said, "But it's there, and despite you're a Prefect and I'm a Head Boy, the rules still apply to us. If we aren't on our watch turns, we must be in our dorms."

"And what do you think we should do to Pince?" Draco asked, stepping over the knocked-out librarian. "Always a show-off, aren't you, Potter?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems that killing Voldemort with such a spectacular show last spring wasn't enough…"

"No, I mean, why do you think we should do something to Pince," Harry corrected. "Can't we just leave her there? Should teach her some manners. She was spying on you and Seamus, for fuck's sake!"

Draco looked really ill, and swallowed. "I really didn't need to know that, Potter. Just… let's get away from here."

Harry smirked, his eyes flashing, and Draco felt his knees go weak. Oh, Lord… We'll see how long I can hold back the pull…

…TBC…