Fallen For A Veela

by tati

Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter.

Warning:  This is a SLASH romance fic.  There will be violence – there is ALWAYS violence in my stories.  Nothing you read qualifies as NC-17 because I have read much worse that still fit the rules, so no tattling!

A/N: Someone asked about pairings?  Well, it's SS/HP/DM.  Sorry if people don't like triangles, but I can never decide.

        Read, and tell me watcha think.

Chapter 3 – What's A Fallen? Last Time…

The blond was gone, cackling quietly.  Harry sighed, winced, and went back to sleep.

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After assuring a disappointed Dumbledore that he had no idea as to the identity of his attacker, Harry spent the next three days in the Hospital Wing to be released on Wednesday with firm restrictions on what he was and was not allowed to do.  He wasn't supposed to stand any more than could be helped or use his left hand to lift anything heavier than an inkwell.  He was also to eat properly, as he was severely underweight at 89 lbs.  Snape, of course, didn't buy it, even with the note.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," he sneered as Harry walked in late due to Pomfrey's 'one last check-up'.  "I'm so pleased you deemed yourself fit to join us.  That will be twenty poi - "  Harry held out his note, but Snape ignored him and continued.  " – nts from Gryffindor and a detention.  Sit down and get to work.  You will work without a partner since everyone else has already selected their own."  Harry nodded apprehensively and sat at the back of the room.  Snape smirked and dragged him up to the front.  Draco seemed to be paying extra attention to the two for some reason as the Potions Professor abandoned Harry – who looked as though he'd been run over and was staring back at Malfoy in horror while the blond smirked – in favor of watching Neville melt his twentieth cauldron since third year.  Harry was shaking as he turned to the cauldron he was to use, and his hands (normally halfway competent with potions – even if he didn't understand the theory) were unsteady.

Halfway through class his potion exploded from his shaking.  Snape was livid.

" – and if anyone could be half as pathetic as you have constantly proven yourself to be - "  Snape interrupted himself suddenly, his mind clicking with Harry, who had been sobbing since he began his tirade, and his nose combined, which had been telling him there was something desirable that he had to control.  He gaped, staring at Harry and sniffing the air in desperate hope.  He stepped back about ten feet and the boy came out from beneath the bench.  "Draco, come here," he called.  Malfoy stood and swept over smugly.  "Walk up to Potter."  Draco did so and Snape's fears were confirmed as Harry cowered uncertainly before the boy.  The class looked on in confusion, though Hermione and Ron were a bit more clued in than the others.  Snape glared about evilly.

"Granger, watch the class.  Zabini, fetch Minerva to take over.  Mr. Malfoy, come with me."  He looked at Harry, who looked ready to dodge away.  "YOU.  Come."  Harry followed meekly on their heels as the Veela and Professor stalked out impressively.

A few minutes and they found themselves in Dumbledore's office.  He twinkled happily at them.

"Ah!  Harry, Draco, Severus, what can I do for you?"  Snape slammed his fist into the wall.

"You never told me Potter was a Fallen!" he shouted furiously.  Harry twitched and looked up through his lashes in fearful curiosity (his chin looked glued to his chest as he tried to shrink in on himself).  Dumbledore looked up in surprise.

"He is?"  Snape whirled, seething.

"Yes, he bloody well is!  And a submissive, too!"  Albus looked at Harry worriedly.

"Well, we need him mated as soon as possible then."  The two other men backed away, though it was obvious they were trying not to look at Harry.

"S-sir?" asked Harry timidly, now that the two were a little away from him.

"Ah, yes.  Harry, your family – the Potter line – formerly held some ancestors that were of the Fallen race.

"Fallen are very similar to Veela, though they are dark of color and attract homosexuals.  Which means lesbian women and gay men will be lusting after you until you are mated.  Once that ritual occurs the attraction will be dampened, but not destroyed.  It will just keep people from losing control and raping you."  Harry shuddered and Albus smiled reassuringly.  "Fallen, like Veela have powers.  The difference is that Fallen do not morph into a different creature when angered – and no, Mr. Malfoy is not pure Veela, so he doesn't inherit the nasty tendency to become a vicious, ugly bird-thing – but they do grow black wings and gain extra powers in either times of need (dominants) or in protection of their mate or mates (submissive).  Oddly enough, the submissive Fallen is actually the more powerful, but the entire race is now almost extinct since the submissives are so often killed in their early stages."

"How?" asked Harry softly.

"Veela submissives are only timid around a dominant – whether Veela or Fallen – while your type are cowed by anything and everything until mated, when you settle and regain control of your emotions, though they are still easily overridden by the mate.  This is dangerous because, with a little shouting, a submissive can be convinced to do just about anything."  Harry shivered again, horrified.

"There is no way I'm mating Potter," announced both Veela and Fallen dominants.  They glared at each other.  Dumbledore chuckled.

"Fine.  But I need at least one of you with him every second of everyday.  We cannot risk anyone convincing him to go off to Voldemort."  Snape childishly pointed at Draco.

"He'll do it."

"Sev!" protested the blond, insulted.  Harry flinched with an odd feeling of being unwanted, though he had never cared about the duo's feelings before.  Albus glared at them both.

"Stop it.  You both know what submissives' are like; how they think – especially under the influence of dominants."  He smiled at Harry, who was staring holes in the floor again as the other two moved closer.  "Now, Draco will, of course, stay by Harry during the day, but all three of you will have to share rooms.  The added benefit of having someone so skilled in spells as Severus is something we must take.  Especially since there will be two dominants to watch him."  The two Slytherins gaped and glared at Harry, who to all effects melted into a terrified puddle on the floor.  Draco sighed.

"Come off it, Potter, we won't kill you."  He backed up to prove his point, and Snape followed him.  Harry stood again, shakily (and scowling).

"I know that," he muttered, frustrated.  "But every time I just…"  He sighed slightly before laughing in a self-mocking gesture.  "I really should be used to it though.  What about the school?"  Dumbledore smiled as Draco added a muttered comment about his mother.

"I have taken the liberty of removing Mrs. Malfoy from Malfoy Manor.  She should arrive at Hogwarts in a few minutes.  And Severus has recently been compromised as a spy, so he will be stuck here for the time being.  And so now Mr. Malfoy can announce his intentions to avoid the Mark and watch Harry after I tell about his – erm – condition so that steps can be taken to separate him from the homosexually inclined students.  Any questions?"

"Yes!  What measures will be taken to ensure Draco and my safety from attraction?" protested Snape.  Dumbledore grinned and pushed them all out of his office.

"No measures.  You three would make a very nice couple.  Or is that triple?"  And he shut the door.  Draco and Harry exchanged incredulous looks before Draco realized whom he was sharing with and glared instead.  Harry stumbled backwards so fast that he toppled off the top step and crashed down the staircase, managing to curl up and roll a few steps down.

"Oops," said Draco, wincing.  He and Severus hurried down after him in time to see Marcus Flint dangling the small fifteen year old by the collar of his robes.

"Watch where you're falling, Potter," he snarled.  "I don't - "  Severus scowled his resignation.

"Mr. Flint, put Mr. Potter down.  I'm officially not allowed to let anything happen to him."  Marcus dropped Harry with a sneer.

"Sorry, Professor."  He left and the three were left alone again; Harry staring up at them from the floor.  Draco and Snape looked at each other tiredly.

"Take him to my rooms until dinner time.  Albus will want us in the Great Hall at supper when he announces the changes, so bring him up then.  And try to keep his bratty self from destroying anything."  Malfoy nodded slowly.

"But, my mother - "

"I'll direct her to Slytherin dorms.  She knows where to go."  And with his best death glare at the Boy Who Was Out To Ruin His Life, Severus whirled away and left.  Draco glared after him when he saw his new charge's condition from the parting look.  Harry had his knees drawn up to his chest and he was sobbing silently into the fabric of his rather tatty robes.

"Do stop crying, Potter," he sighed exasperatedly.  Harry sniffled and tried to send him a glare.  Only, it changed about a foot from his eyes and turned into a rather fearful gaze.

"I'm trying.  You think I like crying?  I haven't cried since I was nine years old…"  He wiped ineffectively at his tear-stained cheeks.  "And twice in one day that man makes me do it.  And I can't help it!  Please don't be mad…"  He paused, annoyed.  "I didn't mean to say that."  Draco tried (unsuccessfully) to hide a smirk.

"Move it, Potter, and stop sniveling."  A blond woman with a regal air chose that moment to open the Entrance Hall doors and step in.  She walked over to Draco sedately, glancing at Potter before her nose caught something.  She followed it…to Harry, who was still trying to stop crying.  She glanced at her son who nodded, and Draco promptly found himself on the receiving end of one of Narcissa's death glares, making Draco blink.

"Draco Alexander Malfoy!" she hissed, "You have no tact!"  And she scooped up Harry, making a startled face at how light he was, though still a burden for her.  "Where is he sleeping?"

"Sev's room now.  Mother, what did I do wrong?" asked Draco, catching up to the irate witch.  She gave him a disgusted glance.

"I have taught you everything there is known about Veela!  And I know that you and Severus have discussed Fallen.  So why, why do you persist in proving yourself utterly moronic?"

"What?"

"He is a submissive, Draco," she hissed, drawing out the word.  "He cannot help it.  I myself had enough trouble when I was still unmated, and I only reacted to dominants!  He's intimidated by everyone, therefore a dominant is about ten times worse.  And you expect him to not cry when you're acting all evil and angry?!"

"But Dumbledore's making me watch after him!" snarled Draco, shuddering.  Harry flinched in Narcissa's arms and looked up at the woman fearfully.  She seemed irritated.

"And Harry is being forced to be watched after.  How is that any better?  Especially when you are the one holding the power of life and death over his head!"

"Not just me, Sev too," mumbled Draco, but he was eyeing Harry speculatively.  Narcissa scowled.

"Don't even think about taking advantage of him, Draco!"  She stumbled slightly and shoved Harry into her son's arms.  "Here, you carry him.  Put the showy muscles to some use."  Drcao looked down at his new bundle in surprise.

"What do you eat, Potter?  I knew you were small, but you're about as heavy as bird feed!"  Harry shot him a timid glance before looking down at his hands.  Malfoy was just talking to himself anyway.  They came to a gargoyle Harry remembered from second year, and with a muttered "Artemis Diana" they were in the Slytherin commons.  "Why couldn't he just walk on his own?" complained Draco as they stalked down a corridor, though not entirely sure why he wanted this gorgeous – I did NOT just think that! – thing out of his arms.

"Because right now he's having a lot of mental breakdowns and if you forced him to walk he'd be cringing along in terror?" suggested Narcissa blithely, breezing past him and pushing open the door to Severus Snape's chambers with a regal flourish.  Draco sighed and dumped Harry on a couch before the fireplace, smirking as Harry bounced off and onto the floor.  His mother smacked him angrily, and Draco glared at the floor.  Consequently glaring at Harry, who started to back away slowly, emerald eyes wide and cheeks still flushed from crying.

"S-sorry," he stuttered nervously.  "Not…that I'm sorry she hit…um, I mean, sorry to be…I – um…"  He was hyperventilating when Draco suddenly stopped looking angry to stare at him in amusement.

"Eloquent, aren't we, Potter?" he smirked.  Harry sighed, defeated, though glad all the same that Draco wasn't mad.  Mrs. Malfoy was rolling her eyes discreetly in the background and summoned a few house elves to fetch Harry's things.

"Well, I'm going to the Headmaster to find out what exactly is going on and just where exactly he intends me to sleep.  Draco, be nice."  And she swept out of the room, leaving Harry to watch after his protection wistfully.  The other boy was giving him a rather predatory look, and he advanced on Harry slowly.

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A/N: I know, only six pages, but I wanted to provide another chapter and mom's demanding I come to dinner and get off the damn computer, so…Eek!  Mither's coming, gotta run!