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: Okei, I just got a review from one 'Sweet-single' who just totally defeated the belief of mpreg.

        Hi, Sweet-single?  I took a look at your 'faves' list.  This is your first slashfic, ain't it?  Well honey, I wish you hadn't decided to pick an' diss mine.

        Try reading a male-pregnancy story first.  And get a clue.  We're in a MAGICAL WORLD, for Chrissakes!  Get a grip, and please don't insult all the slashfic readers out there!  Jeez, we like mpreg sequences!  Here, try reading 'The Greatest Gift of all' and mayhaps a few other slash fics that involve male pregnancy before you review said slashfics again.  Some authors can get really hurt by such dismissals, and some authors won't be as nice as me in their response.  And frankly, if you don't flex out a bit more, I'll agree with 'em.  Sorry for sounding mean, but really!

To the other reviewers:  Sorry this took so long!  I hope you enjoy the chapter, and please don't mind my little rant…

Thanks to Lady Phoenix Slytherin, who helped me to update this chapter.  I was in a bit of a writer's block, so she gave me a plot!

Read and Review!

Chapter 7 – After Narcissa Last Time…

"Now behave!" Narcissa called after the departing Snape and Draco.  They sighed.

"Yes, Narcissa," they chorused.  "We'll be nice to Potter."

"Who?"  Snape growled at her.

"Harry."

"Good."

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Harry was in the Library reading with Hermione when Draco strode in, his lips tight with irritation.

"Come on, Potter," he snapped, sighing as Harry flinched and Hermione sent him a disapproving frown.  He forced a smile on his face; Granger would tattle if he scared the boy.  "I won't eat you, Potter, though you do look more than edib - " Flushing heavily, he cut off, looking startled before scowling once again.  "Stupid Veela hormones," he muttered absently.  "Really Potter, I won't hurt you.  Move it."  Harry dropped the book and moved to follow Draco, sending Hermione an apologetic glance as he was swept out of the room by a blonde with anger management problems.  Hermione smiled after him.

"This should be fun," she murmured.  "So long as they don't lose control again … but the look on Malfoy's face!" she snickered slightly.  "When he and Snape finally figure it out, I don't want to be around to hear the screams."  She shook her head as she reached for another book.  "Slytherin love – who'd have thought it?"

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"Do keep up, Potter," said Malfoy tightly, teeth gritted as he waited for Harry to catch up – again.  The youth gave him a glance nearly as exasperated as his own.

"It tends to be rather hard to catch up with giants, Draco," he muttered softly.  The blonde looked at him in surprise.

"You're not crying!" he said, impressed.  Then, "Why?"

"You're not being an ass, I guess," said Harry, "but I still can't raise my stupid voice at you - "  He scowled and looked at the wall.  Draco snickered.

"So Potty Saint Potter can't yell at me.  Well, at least you can insult me.  Now keep up."  The Veela turned and resumed his rapid … stalk.  There was nothing else to call it, and Harry paused to admire the effect before he dashed after the blonde, trying desperately to lengthen a stride that had already been exerted to its capacity.

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Ten minutes later, Draco was leaning against a wall, foot tapping impatiently as he waited for Potter (once again) to catch up.  He stretched out an arm as the dark-haired boy careened around the corner, hoping he hadn't lost the teen.  Harry was neatly caught by said teen's muscled arm, and blushed faintly as Draco neatly lifted him and swung him to land draped over the blonde's shoulder.  Harry's breath expelled with an 'oomph!' and Draco was moving again before the much smaller boy could regain it.

"Draco?" he asked cautiously.  Why was he hanging upside down?  Not that he minded; there was an excellent view of a very nice arse from here, but he didn't think that was why the Malfoy was voluntarily carrying him.  Draco snorted.

"I'm not going to kill you, Potter, relax.  I am, however, sick and tired of waiting for you to bloody catch up!"  Harry flinched, and Draco had to work hard to smother his irritation.  "Stop that!  So I'm carrying you so that we can actually get back to Severus' rooms before I'm fifty.  Don't you ever tell anyone."

"I won't," said Harry softly, wincing as his bruises were jarred.

Draco entered the Slytherin dorms and slid into Severus' rooms.  He put Harry down on his feet instead of dropping him, and the green-eyed boy looked away.

"Thank you," he said softly.  "I'm sorry I couldn't keep up."  Draco smirked, unable to pass up the opportunity for a jibe.

"I guess I shouldn't blame you really."  Harry's head jerked up, startled.  "After all, your legs are so short that I doubt you could keep up with a first year, much less me."  He abandoned the fuming Harry in favor of moving to Severus' bedroom.

"Sev?" he called, a lilt in his voice.  He shot a glance at Harry, who was still standing where he had been left, glaring a steady hole into the floor and muttering about how tall he was going to be when his growth spurt hit.  "Potter," he snapped, "you're not going to grow any bigger.  You haven't grown in two years; you're not going to start again now.  Go to bed already."

Moving to obey, Harry glanced at the clock and narrowed his eyes.  "Draco, it's only - "

"What did you call me?" asked Malfoy, interrupting Harry, who stopped and paled.

"Um … nothing?" he squeaked.

"Yes you did!  You called me Draco!  You've been doing it the whole bloody day!"  The gray-eyed boy was staring at him.  Harry backed away slowly.

"You know, I think it is bedtime," he whispered, voice slightly higher than normal in anticipation of Draco losing it again and beating him.  He edged toward his bedroom door, and made it safely inside, breathing a sigh of relief when the door closed with no explosion from the Malfoy boy.

Draco stood staring at that door for a very long time.

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Harry woke up screaming.

Sitting up, he scooted to the headboard of the bed, wrapped his arms around his drawn-up knees, and waited for the shudders to cease wracking his body.  His scar hurt like hell.

Voldemort had been so angry … he shivered and resolutely shoved the thought away.  There was no need to tell Dumbledore though.  The Headmaster had magically hooked him up to a vision-orb at the beginning of summer break, so all his Voldemort-induced visions were recorded.  Fortunately, the orb left his dreams to him, and didn't touch them.  He was exceedingly grateful.

It was rare that this occurred though, and Harry found himself wondering why the man was doing anything now.  Not wanting to, he forced himself to face the vision again.

Lucius … Lucius Malfoy had told of his wife's desertion and his son's betrayal.  Harry mused on that for a moment before shrugging.  Nothing he could do about it, and nothing that mattered was in the vision anyway.  They had all known this would happen.  He just wished it hadn't hurt quite so much …

That was an idea.  Harry's brow furrowed as he began running things through his head.  What if he made a potion that would … say … take away the pain he received from the link?  The idea was not inconceivable.  After all, there were sedation potions and mind-bond potions, and … yes, that might work …

Rising from the bed, Harry dashed out to the living room to fetch some parchment and a quill.  He flicked a 'lumos' charm with his wand and knelt by the coffee table, scribbling furiously in the handwriting only he could decipher (hmm, maybe that's why Snape kept failing him – he'd never realized that no one could read his works before … he'd have to work on that …).

He was soon finished, and was about to scan the rough draft for all the little details he was certain to have missed, when he heard a moan.  What on Earth…?  The bedrooms were silence-spelled; he shouldn't be hearing anything.  That was why they hadn't realized he was screaming, after all.  And what were they still doing up, anyway?  Another moan, louder than the first, and Harry's glance at Snape's bedroom door turned analytical until he spotted a tiny crack.  The door wasn't closed.

Blinking, Harry stepped over to the opening and peered in … to see Draco lip-locked with the Potions Professor.

Harry jerked back in surprise, and ran back to his room, shutting the door quietly and placing the parchment on the floor before landing on his bed in a confused heap.  What the Hell was that?! he wondered, wide-eyed.  Not that it was an unpleasant sight, but … nope, that he hadn't expected to see.  So that's why Draco had wanted him to go to bed early … Harry frowned at the ache coming from his hardening penis as his thoughts flicked back to what he had accidentally peeped at.  He flushed with embarrassment as he realized that it must be a 'hard-on.'  He'd never actually had one before, but he knew Ron and the other boys had (they were certainly loud about it, though he wasn't entirely sure what one did to get rid of the thing.  He hadn't known it was supposed to be this … uncomfortable), so he figured it was natural enough …

Harry flushed again as he realized that he was musing about sex, and noticed (not for the first time) how little he actually knew about the topic.  He knew what 'fuck' meant, though it had been Hermione who had explained it to him, but he'd never really had a crush before.  Ron had thought he was interested in Cho Chang, and he had actually thought he was, but now that he felt warm every time he saw Severus and Draco he knew it had just been Ron's suggestion, and his own desire to be a 'normal, teenage boy' that had led to his following the poor Ravenclaw throughout the last year.  Frankly, he knew that a boy and a girl, a boy and a boy, or a girl and a girl, could have sex, but he didn't really know how.  Girls had breasts, which guys didn't have, and they didn't have certain other areas, and they got something called 'periods' that made them have mood swings, but that ended his knowledge.  He knew well enough what guys looked like, but he had noticed a certain aversion to actually saying anything to other guys about what actually occurred during sex.  Draco had been the first to actually insinuate more than that he had a hard-on, and Harry was puzzled as to how to make it go away.

Yawning, he decided to just ignore it and deal with the matter in the morning.  That decided, Harry's eyes drifted shut, and he fell asleep.

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A/N:  Hmmm.  I'm sorry!  I didn't expect that to happen, and no flamers please!  I thought it was pretty funny, though writing sexual words took more courage than I had thought.  *frowns*  Coward that I am…

*laughs*  Poor Harry, just wait till he gets an eye-opener!  Anyway, my apologies to Lady Phoenix Slytherin.  I had meant to use your idea, but it didn't quite turn out that way.

I know the chapter was short.  I'm sorry.  I also know that I haven't updated.  Well, bad news:  I don't know when I'll update again.  You wouldn't believe the workload I've got; even if it is a three-day weekend!  I mean, look at my schedule:

Computer Tech: test and report

English: notes for a 'two-page term paper.'  Really, a two-page term paper?!  Why won't she just let me write it and be done with it??  Also, a test.  On something…

History: test

Bio: test; homework

Trigonometry: major quiz

Keyboarding: test

Spanish: pre-test and test – probably listing, off the top of our heads, about 100 to 80 Spanish words and their English translations.

If you have any concept of how much work this entails on my part, you won't expect any updates for another week at least.  Really, I apologize, but my cousin is also coming up, and I haven't seen her since forever, and she's staying a week, which probably would mean less time on the computer anyway.  *wails*  I'm going to feel so deprived when this week is done…

So, read, review, don't flame, and don't hate me.  Please wish my cousin luck, because she's been ill and has tons more schoolwork to catch up on than I, and she's one of the nicest people anywhere.

Oh, and give special thanks to my beta reader, Serpent of Light, who is also one of the best people you'll find anywhere!  Love you, Summer!

I really do hope to update again soon, but I cannot promise anything since I don't know any Spanish words AT ALL, haven't started my reports, haven't studied anything, and still have my worst subject (Biology) to do homework on.

Thanks again, and I really appreciate all your support.

Love you guys,

tati1