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: This chapter is dedicated to Avea Kinton, who wrote the plotline for it and allowed me to copy, edit, and employ it for the fic's use. People be grateful, because I'd been struggling with this scene and she, nice person that she is, has hastened its coming.

Someone asked if a dominant can mate with another dominant. The answer is: No, not normally, but with the spell Severus knows for a multiple mating, so long as there is a submissive in the joining, dominants can mate. I hope this clears things up. Also, the spell in question is mentioned and described in…um, I think it was chapter seven or eight. Probably eight.

Thank you for your reviews, and I apologize that I took so long (again). I keep forgetting… sighs

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Chapter 10 – Problems
Last Time…

"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.


Three days after Lucius' Accio…

Harry sat shivering next to Draco at the Slytherin table, eyes darting nervously about, not quite able to meet anybody's gaze. Since the incident with Lucius he had regressed slightly, and was more easily intimidated. Dumbledore assured him it would pass in a few days. In the meantime, it seemed to have made his guardians even more irritable, and Harry felt horribly guilty for upsetting them. As Draco poked him with an elbow, Harry looked down at his over-filled plate. Poppy Pomfrey had scolded Draco and Severus a day or so previously for "not feeding him properly," and now they were very much on his case over the matter. The only problem was, Harry's stomach was smaller than it should be after his time with the negligent Dursleys, and he was unused to eating as large of portions as the dominants kept demanding. Lately he had taken to eating only half of what they wanted and then throwing up in the bathroom with a Silencing Charm about, but in doing that his stomach remained empty, and he did want to eat – just not in as large amounts as the duo insisted upon. So today he was trying to take a different track by only eating as much as he could handle. Draco didn't seem to like this plan.

"You're too thin. Eat."

"I-I'm not hungry."

"I. Said. Eat," Draco growled, glaring down at the smaller boy.

Harry gave a squeak of fear and began eating. Then, after several bites, stopped, feeling his stomach begin to roil in objection.

"Eat!" Draco snapped.

"But—"

"Now!"

Cringing, he took another bite. Then another. And another. Then gagged. Which became a heave. Draco, reacting instantly on pure reflex, snapped a spell just as the smaller boy finally emptied his stomach, and rather than spreading across the table the mess stopped and fell to soak Harry's shirt.

"Oh, ewww," Draco groaned. "You're revolting, Potter. Get the hell back to the room and clean up. And for Merlin's sake stay there until one of us comes for you."

Crying from mixed pain, shame, and fear, Harry slowly stood up. "But—"

"Go!" he snarled.

Terrified, the boy fled, running blindly through the halls, just wanting to escape the rage behind him. When a figure stepped out of a side passage directly in front of him he had no time to do more than give a startled shriek before barreling into the boy, who caught him and held him.

"Sorry," he whispered, fearfully.

"Yeah, well—" the boy began irritably, then his eyes widened and his jaw slackened as he stared down at Harry.

Harry stared back; a rabbit caught in a snake's gaze, and began to shiver in fear.

"Merlin," the boy breathed, awed. He was nearly as tall as Malfoy but built on rugged lines—more beater than seeker. "Don't be afraid, beauty," he murmured, pulling Harry to the side and pinning him to the wall in the shadow between two suits of armor. He didn't seem to even notice the rank scent of vomit as his hands slid up under Harry's shirt. "Someone's been scaring you. But you're safe now," he breathed.

Harry froze, too scared even to scream as the face lowered to his, kissing away the tears that were now streaming from his eyes. With gentle reverence the hands turned Harry so his chest was to the wall and then raised his robes. The larger boy leaned forward, pressing against him to hold the robes in place above his hips while the hands moved forward to unfasten his jeans, caressing his thighs as he pushed both jeans and boxers down to his ankles. One hand moved forward to fondle him while the other went to unfasten the larger boy's jeans. Harry sobbed, cheek pressed against the wall as he felt a knee spreading his thighs, felt a finger searching…

"Expelliarmus!"

At the enraged shout from behind him, the boy pressing against Harry vanished and without that support Harry slowly collapsed to the floor, arms wrapping about his head as he sobbed. Slowly he realized that he was being held and, looking up, found Hermione holding him, whispering reassurances while Ron stood between them and Harry's attacker, wand trained on the other boy.

The boy's eyes cleared of some of their passion and he flushed. "I—What—"

"What the fuck do you think you were doing?" Ron demanded, voice shaking with fury.

"We-We were just—"

"We," Ron repeated. "Does it look to you like Harry was enjoying it? There was no 'we.' Just you!"

Focusing on Harry, the boy's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face. "Oh—Merlin—" he breathed. "I-I didn't mean—I'd never—"

"You were about to rape him!"

Looking decidedly ill, the boy swallowed and whispered, "I—Oh, Merlin, what have I done?"

"Go away," Hermione snapped at him. "Ron, it wasn't his fault. That's why Harry's not supposed to be left alone. Come on, Harry," she continued more gently, helping the trembling boy to his feet and pulling up his trousers. A quick Scouring Charm cleaned his shirt, and she kept one arm comfortingly about his shoulders. "We're going to go see Dumbledore."

"I-I'm supposed to-to go to the room. And clean up. And wait," he whispered.

"We'll see what the headmaster says, Harry. I can't believe Malfoy sent you off on your own. And here I thought he was smart," she muttered. "Come on," she repeated, leading him away, while Ron moved up to lend his support on the other side.

Unable to refuse the direct order, he followed obediently.


Nearly two hours later he was sleeping curled up in a chair in Dumbledore's office when a frantic face appeared in the fire, another behind it.

"Albus! The boy is gone."

Dumbledore looked contemplatively at the Potions Master for a moment, then said, "Come here, Severus, Draco."

The two obediently stepped through the fire, expressions anxious. "Draco told him to wait in the room—" Severus started, but Dumbledore held up a hand.

"First he told him to go to the room," he corrected, seriously.

"I don't see—" he paused as beside him Draco stiffened.

The blonde had caught sight of Harry, curled up in the chair, and his eyes narrowed angrily. "You!" he hissed, towering over the smaller boy, who woke up more at the rage than the quiet word and cringed away. A hand rose and slapped down hard across his face, and he clenched his eyes, burying his face in his hands as it rose again. It didn't fall. Draco turned to glare at Severus, who had caught his upraised arm.

"No," the potions master said shortly.

"He was disobedient," Draco snarled.

"And will be punished for it. But not like that, not, here, and not now."

Silver eyes locked with black, wills battling until Albus cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him. "Are you not interested in why he failed to obey?" he asked, tone deceptively mild.

"Making excuses, is he?" Draco hissed, causing Harry to cower still further back.

"He was almost raped and bound!" Dumbledore thundered, his usual good humor absent. "You sent him alone and terrified through the halls and if Ron and Hermione had taken any longer in finding him he would be bound to a random student who was so overcome by passion he didn't even realize Harry was unwilling. What part of 'one of you must be with him at all times' was unclear??" Draco flushed guiltily as Snape's lips thinned at the reprimand.

"I … apologize," said Severus stiffly. "I did not know that Potter had been sent away as I was in my office for the duration of the morning—"

"But you said that Draco had told Harry to stay in your rooms," said Dumbledore sternly. "That does imply that the boy was alone, and you knew of it. Have you forgotten Lucius? The fact that you have wards does not mean that you can leave him there anymore. Death Eaters can break through them, if they are good enough—as you well know, Severus." Snape looked away, chastened. Draco was scowling at the floor. "Mr. Malfoy?"

"He was being disgusting," snapped Draco defensively. "He nearly threw up on me!"

"Mr. Malfoy," said Dumbledore warningly, "that is no excuse. He was nearly bonded because you had a temper-tantrum. I had thought that you understood the ramifications of what would occur should he be bonded to the wrong person. Clearly you are not ready for this responsibility, and so—" He cut off abruptly, looking at the door. The others followed his gaze, save Harry, who had already been staring at it in some kind of horror, and now darted to hide behind Severus, trembling.

The door swung open and Lucius Malfoy strode into the room, sneering at his son and the former spy as he made his way to Albus' desk. His cane smacked down on it loudly, making Harry jump and tighten his sudden fistful of Snape's robes. Severus tried to ignore the fact that he liked the feeling that protecting Harry gave him.

"Where is Potter?" Lucius snapped, glaring at Dumbledore. "I heard he was missing, which is simply unacceptable—" Dumbledore smiled at him genially.

"Harry?" he asked absently. "He's quite safe and sound. Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy, we have found him. It was merely a misunderstanding."

"Don't play games with me Albus," said Lucius warningly. "Where's Potter?"

"Had we wished you to know," said Severus coolly, "we'd have told you." Lucius ignored him, and gave Dumbledore a hard stare.

"I was assigned by the Minister of Magic himself to be the boy's guardian, and—" He broke off, smirking, and turned to look at Snape. Draco sighed. His father had smelled Harry.

"Potter," Lucius barked, "come over here." Harry's messy head popped out from behind Severus' back, cringing.

"Potter, stay," growled Draco and Snape. They glared at Lucius, who glared back, and all three tried to bend their wills on the boy behind Severus.

Unfortunately for Harry, if having two dominants mad at him wasn't bad enough, having three ordering him to do something opposite to what was ordered from the other was ten times worse. His emotions, already entirely out of wack from his encounter with that boy earlier in the day, swirled dizzyingly as he cowered on the floor. As the pressure increased, the swirling exploded, and Harry's world turned black.


Lucius was gone, and Dumbledore pulled the other two out of the room as Poppy fussed over the still form of the Boy Who Lived. His blue eyes weren't twinkling as he reprimanded them yet again.

"What were you two thinking?" he snapped, icy gaze piercing the duo. "He's still recovering from what Lucius did to him—he's still adjusting to his sudden fear of everything! You were even improving in handling him, but now … What could have possessed you to do that? And how on earth did you not hear me telling you to stop?" He paused, still glaring. The Fallen and Veela looked suitably reprimanded. "The next time something like this happens, I may not be able to keep Minister Fudge from making Lucius into Harry's only guardian!" His voice softened. "I'm very disappointed in the both of you. Severus, take Harry back to your rooms; I still have something to discuss with Draco."

Seeing his lover leave, the former Malfoy heir looked nervously at the Headmaster.

"Draco, how could you handle him like that?" asked Albus, looking quite aged. "I thought you didn't want to be your father, but all you do when you're angry with Harry is emulate the man you ran away from. Please think on that tonight. You may leave."

Pale, hurt, angry, and quickly becoming ashamed, Draco fled.


A/N: I'm horribly sorry this took so long – I got distracted again. sighs I really suck at this being responsible thing. If I take so long again, please remind me. Otherwise, I just know I'll forget yet again. 'M sorry.