Fallen For A Veela

by tati1

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: Sorry about the delay (again), but I had to spend the last month studying for my end-of-the-year tests, and didn't get much chance to update. In fact, I wasn't online last week except to answer my best friend's e-mails. /sighs/

Alright people, you know the drill. No flames; if you haven't anything nice to say, please don't say anything at all. Really, you learned this in elementary school; don't make me teach you again. As previous responses both here and in other fics indicate, I'm not a nice person to mess with. Beware.

On a more cheerful topic; Snape kissed Harry! What will Draco do about it? Well …

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Chapter 8 – Dominants
Last Time…

And Draco walked in.


Pansy had been making an utter brat of herself, teasing him mercilessly about having his mother watching him like a hawk, and Draco was … rather upset. Stalking out of the Library, he entertained the thought of telling his mother to shove it, but, well, the odds of him daring to do so were nil. Besides, he didn't really wish to insult her that badly. All in all, Narcissa was a wonderful mother, and he didn't particularly feel like being rude to her. And there were other things to think about …

Like, what had occurred with Potter. He was starting to wonder if Severus would mind …? No, he couldn't. But if Severus agreed … No!

Shaking his head, Draco stalked with a forbidding air that drove the other students away from the glowering Malfoy (A/N: he retains his father's name, despite being disowned, so he will remain 'Draco Malfoy' for the duration of this story). Crabbe and Goyle weren't around either, which was no surprise really, their fathers wouldn't allow them to protect someone who had so blatantly betrayed the Dark Lord as to become Potter's guardian, of all things. Come to think of it, he hadn't been too thrilled at the prospect himself, he mused dryly. Ah, well, Potter wasn't that bad really –

He froze in mid-stride. What? Potter wasn't that bad?? Where in the nine hells had that thought come from? Certainly not from his rational mind … Though, to be honest, he conceded as he resumed his travels, Potter had been staying out of the way, hadn't been insulting or insolent or rude, arrogant, bratty, spoiled, nasty, cruel, mean … or any of the other things he and Severus had accused the boy of over the years. In fact, Potter went out of his way to be nice. The only fault that the brat had really exhibited over the past few days was his pouting really, and to be honest, that was more cute than annoying. And when he pursed his lips like that …

Once again, Draco found himself – loudly – cursing his hormones as he mentally slammed his head against a brick wall. He really, really hated hormones.


Hastily entering Severus' rooms five minutes later, Draco was calm, cool, and composed as he took in the occupants. Severus' cheeks were slightly flushed and his lips were fuller than usual, dark eyes glittering with surprise and pure lust. Close to him stood Harry, who was swaying, his hair more rumpled than usual, green eyes huge behind his glasses, and lips swollen on a beet-red face. He was panting slightly, and both looked utterly debauched. Waitasecond … Draco screeched to a halt as both Fallen looked at his entrance in shock, and in Harry's case, no little fear. Severus merely looked slightly guilty. Draco gaped for a moment, before glaring at Severus.

"I wanted to do that first!" he protested. His lover smirked, and Harry flushed heavily. He stepped further into the room and strode over to Harry's other side, noting with amusement that the other teen was a head shorter than him at 5'4", and was forced to tilt his head back at a rather ridiculous angle just to look at his face. Though he had to admit, perhaps he was a bit close for simply talking …

"So," he purred, watching Severus through half-lidded eyes, "was he better than me?" Snape shook his head.

"Not nearly enough practice." He too stepped closer, and seemed slightly jealous of Draco's proximity to the shorter boy. "But I'm sure we can remedy that, if you like." Draco's eyes glinted with a possessive light of his own as he rested a heated hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I like."


Relieved to be back in his bedroom two weeks later, Harry heaved a sigh. That evening with Snape had seemed to start a war between the two dominants over who got to kiss him. He personally thought they were trying to decide who was better at sex, but he wasn't a dominant, so whatever. All he knew was that it was extremely embarrassing and felt absolutely heavenly. Though … he wished Draco hadn't grabbed him and kissed him in front of Hermione in the Library. The Veela was getting more public about his affections for both of them, and Snape gave detentions to anyone who so much as looked at either Harry or Draco the wrong way! This possessive thing was getting a bit ridiculous, but it wasn't as though Harry actually knew much about it, so …

The insults stayed though, which was only to be expected, and Harry got the distinct impression that they were kissing him strictly for the shock factor and the sake of having something new and pretty that they could vie over rather than actually liking him at all. That was a disappointment, though not unexpected. And besides, with them already kissing him, perhaps he could find a way to make them fall for him, in turn? There was always hope, and in the meantime, he really wasn't about to object all that strenuously to their (somewhat misplaced) affections.

He did wish Hermione would stop writing reports on what he did around them though.


"Let's try something new," said Draco, eyes gleaming as Severus left the room for a faculty meeting. Harry looked up at him warily from his homework pile.

"What are you talking about?" he asked suspiciously, quill poised over his Transfiguration essay. Draco sat beside him and took the quill, putting it away neatly atop the unfinished work.

"Your sex education. We can't just leave it unattended," he said simply. Emerald eyes looked at him uncertainly, and Draco got a chance to see Harry far out of his element.

"What do you mean?" Draco put an arm around Harry's waist with practiced ease.

"Well, how far have you gone, exactly?"

"What?" Now Harry was really confused. Draco scowled at him, but the Gryffindor just looked bewildered.

"Have you ever gone farther than kissing? Touching? Ever given or received a blowjob? Who with?" Irritated, Harry pushed Draco's arm off him. It wouldn't budge, so he finally ignored it and reached again for his quill.

"What in hell is a blowjob?" he muttered absently, dipping the feather into an inkwell. He didn't see Draco's surprise.

"You don't bloody know what a blowjob is, Potter?" Harry looked up at him, his expression annoyed.

"No, Draco, I bloody don't. Do you really think my relatives would pay good money for a sex Ed course for a freak? I think not." He humphed slightly with obvious disdain, and glared at his parchment. "I don't get what the world's bloody deal is with sex anyway. It can't possibly be that good." Malfoy made a strangled sound, and Harry turned again, this time with eyes wide in concern. "Are you alright? Are you choking on something? I can get Severus, or Pomfrey, or—"

"You don't know what sex is?" Draco asked, his voice unnaturally high. Harry flushed with the embarrassment he'd been trying to hide.

"Well, I know that it's when a guy and a girl do something that involves birds and bees … or hippogriffs, but I think that's something no one wants to get into," mused Harry, biting his lip. "Hermione wasn't exactly clear on the matter … What?"

"You asked Granger??" Now Harry looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"Well, yes, I mean, why not? It's not like any of the other guys talk about it!" Draco gave a melodramatic sigh.

"Potter, we have a lot of work to do …"

"As in …?" Draco put Harry's quill down again and stood.

"We'll start with parts of the body." He summoned several rolls of parchment and unrolled them to reveal pictures of naked men and women, ignoring Harry's blush. "Now, this is a vagina, do you know what it is? During intercourse – that's sex – between a man and a woman, the man …"

After a rather uncomfortable hour for Harry, Draco finished his lecture and glared severely at his charge. "Is that clear?" Thoroughly enlightened, Harry nodded miserably, his face still rather red. Draco smirked. "Good. Now we can get on to better things."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry, far more timid than he had been before his abrupt instruction. Draco had seen fit to yell at him when he didn't understand certain bits of the recent lecture, and it had rather left its mark. Tossing aside the parchment scrolls, Draco straddled Harry's waist, gray eyes boring into him.

"I mean you've never done any of the things I just told you about. How about we try them out?" Pale hands began undoing Harry's buttons with an ease Harry envied as Draco captured his lips in a smoldering kiss.

"Yes," hissed Harry softly as the blonde pulled back. "Please. I think … I'd like that …"


As delightful as it was to enter his rooms to find two sexy, teenagers kissing on his couch, Severus had to stop it. Tapping Draco's robed shoulder, he smirked at the dazed Harry, who had been divested of his own upper garments, eyes flickering hazily.

"I have some bad news," he announced. Reluctantly, Draco moved away and turned to the former Death Eater. "Your father has been appointed by the Ministry as another guard to Potter. Apparently they don't trust a former Death Eater and a disowned son to refrain from bonding the boy in their charge." Harry paused halfway through pulling on his shirt to snort.

"Protection my arse. Fudge is just asking for it, isn't he?" He gave the other two a worried look. "You're not going to let him be alone with me, are you? Please?"

"We're not halfwits, Potter," Snape snapped, and sighed as Harry flinched. They had been getting better at the whole don't-abuse-the-submissive thing, too … "With luck, Lucius won't even be near you, but you need to make sure one of us is always with you, understood? Lucius Malfoy has always been one of the more abusive dominants, and we all know who he really works for, despite the Ministry's 'trust' in him."

"Just keep out of his way," added Draco darkly. Harry nodded, solemn. "Does mother know?"

"Yes, I told her," said Severus. "She'll be moving into more warded rooms near the Headmaster's office." There was a rapping on the door, and they exchanged glances, Harry looking nervous despite the other two bearing aloof expressions of uncaring calm. Draco went to answer the door as Severus sent Harry to his bedroom with strict orders to stay as far from the door as possible. Meekly, Harry obeyed.

"Yes?" asked Draco coolly as the door opened to reveal his father. Lucius smirked at his former heir, but his true feelings on the matter were betrayed by his shaking hands and slightly flared nostrils. Lucius was livid, and Draco couldn't help but feel relieved that his father could no longer take that rage out on him.

"Draco … You left my home just to whore for Severus? How strange. Well, like calls to like, and all that rubbish, now where is Potter?"

"Not where you can reach him," said Severus, coming to the door. "Why, hello Lucius, so delighted to see you leave. Come again after you speak with the Headmaster." He began to swing the door shut, but the Malfoy patriarch stopped the wooden blockade with his snake's head cane and smirked at them.

"Ah, ah, ah, I think not, Severus. By order of the Ministry …" He pulled out a neatly tied scroll. "I am now assigned to guard Mr. Potter from all harm and prevent him from capture by the Dark Lord or possible bonding from any outside sources. I am to stick to the Potter boy … just as you two seem to be doing," he remarked, arching an eyebrow at Draco's slightly mussed hair. His former son glared back at him arrogantly and abruptly turned and strode away to Severus' bedroom, slamming the door shut as he went.

"So, I'll be seeing Potter now, Severus," declared Lucius. Severus sneered at him.

"No you won't. You may guard Potter when neither Draco nor I are available to do so, which will not occur, so you will not guard him. You may follow him about like a starving mongrel at your leisure, but until then, I suppose you will simply have to wait until you can find Potter on your own. Good day, Lucius." The Malfoy regarded him coldly.

"The day the Dark Lord recaptures you will be one of the best times that I will ever have the pleasure of witnessing," he hissed. "Potter is mine now, and you will hand him over." Severus looked at him thoughtfully, though his dark eyes burned with anger.

"No, I don't think I will," he said softly. "Good day, Lucius."

"Accio, Harry Potter," Lucius snapped, whipping out his wand. There was a dull thud as a body hit the door on the far left, and he smiled in satisfaction. Severus exploded.

"OUT! GET OUT OF MY ROOMS!" he bellowed, advancing with menacing intent upon Lucius, who looked shocked at the man's loss of composure. Instead of reaching for his wand, Snape grabbed Lucius bodily…


Staring at the abruptly slammed door from his position on the ground half a corridor length away, the distance which he had been thrown, Lucius smirked in surprise. It seemed that his old friend was becoming … attached … to his charge. Perhaps this would be easier than at first thought. Or harder, if Lucius didn't get to Potter before Severus or Draco bonded the Brat Who Lived …

With a sneer that befit a Malfoy, he rose and dusted himself off, and left for his new Hogwarts apartments in a swirl of robes.


Warding and locking his door, Severus hastened to Harry's room, and cautiously pushed open the door, which was blocked by some obstruction. Pushing harder, Severus finally opened it enough to admit his thin frame and thinned his lips in well-concealed worry.

Harry had been the obstruction, just as he had feared. The boy was slumped unnaturally on the floor with his robes spilled around him, his pale face highlighted by the black uniform as he struggled to breathe. His unruly black hair was matted to his skull, and when Severus placed a hand there it came back red with blood. Harry coughed and struggled to rise.

"No, stay down," Severus snapped. Harry winced, though from the order or from the noise hitting an undoubtedly pounding head Severus couldn't be sure. Carefully, he levitated the young Fallen's dizzy form from the stone floor and floated him to the boy's bed, where he put him down gently, right side up. "Stay still," he ordered. "I'm going to fetch Poppy. Don't fall asleep."

Harry nodded weakly, green eyes flickering as he struggled to stay awake.

"Yes, sir," he whispered as Snape left the room.

Draco came in a minute later.

"Sev said you were hurt," he said, stepping up to the bed. "What happened?"

"I … not sure," Harry mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open. Draco glared at him, and Harry cringed, even though he couldn't see it.

"Don't fall asleep!" he snapped angrily. Harry only twitched. "Damn, I thought you were supposed to obey anything!"

"Apparently it doesn't work when they are past endurance," Severus commented, re-entering with Pomfrey in tow. The duo watched quietly as she fussed over Harry's silent form.

"What happened to him?" asked Draco presently. Snape's face darkened.

"Lucius, idiot that he is, used Accio to attempt to summon Potter. Well, you can imagine what happened. The door only opens inward, and it's thick besides. I found him like this after I threw Lucius out."

"He used the Summoning Charm?" asked Draco incredulously. "Why?"

"To learn where we kept the brat, no doubt," said Severus angrily. "Now he knows where to find the boy. We'll have to move Potter into our room now, no doubt. Your father was always rather skilled at breaking into bedrooms." He smirked. "His libido was, no doubt, a large part of that."

"Shh," snapped Madame Pomfrey sternly, departing from Harry's bedside. "He'll be fine, but he needs rest. No classes for him for the next three days. Concussions always were harder to heal than most things, though this time I can treat his bruises. Rub this," she handed Severus a jar of lotion, "into any bruised part of his back every night for two days. Otherwise, he'll find moving rather uncomfortable. And make him eat more! The boy is far too thin for his age." Mouth set in a disapproving line; she swept out of the room, snarling something about "teaching stupid aristocrats from further deteriorating that precious little boy's delicate condition." Draco grinned evilly.

"What I wouldn't give to see his face when that woman visits him," he crowed quietly. Severus pulled him close, for once smiling without a hard edge to it, and rested his head against the side of Draco's.

"I'm glad you're satisfied," he murmured.

Running, a hand up Snape's thigh, Draco's lips curled hungrily.

"I know a better type of satisfaction that you can supply," he hinted, kissing Severus. His partner grinned into the kiss and led him out of the room, very pleased.


A/N: Hi, sorry again about the late chapter. I hope you liked it; I wasn't entirely sure what to do … /sighs/ Review please, if you have any ideas. /yawns/ Maybe I should do this when I'm not tired … hmm……