Harry POtter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
After impressing most of the class with those remarks, Harry asked the boy, "What was your question?"
Chapter Eight - Happy Birthday Draco Malfoy
At breakfast one morning, about a month into the term, Professor Dumbledore stood at the staff table and made an announcement. "Everyone, I would like your attention please. Usually this would not take place for another month, but this year, I have decided to schedule this weekend as the first Hogsmeade visit of the year."
After the Headmaster finished his announcement, the students started to chatter excitedly, making plans for the upcoming visit to the village. Harry noticed that even at the Slytherin table, the talk seemed to be more enthusiastic than usual for such an announcement.
Unknown to Harry, this Friday would mark an annual event of great Importance to a certain group of people. This would be the seventh year that this event had been celebrated at Hogwarts, and all the members of Slytherin House had grown to look forward to it every year. This Friday would be Draco Malfoy's birthday.
However, this year would be much different. Not only would this be the last of Draco's birthday celebrations to be held at Hogwarts, but this also happened to be the year that the Malfoy heir came into both his majority and his inheritance. This birthday would mark his traditional inheritance as he became the beneficiary of the Malfoy family fortune, but it would also mark the day his inherited Veela abilities came into full flower. Soon he would seek out his chosen mate, the one soul that would complete him, the one person that would be his and his alone. Of course, neither Harry nor any other Gryffindor knew about this.
Before Harry could formulate any other thoughts, Parvati took the vacant spot next to him and cooed into this ear. "I would love to go to Hogsmeade this weekend Harry. Who are you going to town with?"
Harry would have answered her but his mouth seemed to have suddenly dried up. However, Parvati giggled and moved back to her spot beside her best friend, Lavender.
Quickly Harry grabbed his goblet and took a deep drink while Ron and Seamus snickered at him. Hermione just rolled her eyes and said "Boys."
The rest of the week went by in a flash for Harry. The only difficult thing Harry encountered, other than dealing with some of the younger students who had joined the D. A., was asking Parvati out on a date to go to Hogsmeade that Saturday. He wasn't sure which was more difficult, asking a girl out on a date or fighting Voldemort, as they both had their perils. Harry was still remembering how things had ended badly with Susan the previous year.
Friday finally came, and Harry, Hermione and all of the prefects, who weren't in Slytherin were on duty, as Malfoy's birthday parties had been known to become rowdy in the past. Harry wasn't too happy with Friday night duty, as he wanted to spend the night grading so he could keep all Saturday open to spend with Parvati, and then still have Sunday to study.
"I don't know about you, Harry, but I think this is a complete waste of our time and energy," Hermione complained.
Harry laughed and asked, "I take that Ron still hasn't asked you out to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
"I am perfectly able to take myself into the village without an escort. In fact, I am more than certain that I can have a much more enjoyable time without having a date."
"I take it that means 'no'?" Harry asked.
Hermione 'hummphed' and returned to her patrolling.
The remainder of their patrolling time was extremely dull. Harry and Hermione met up with Ron and Ginny several times, and the last time they decided to switch partners. Ron and Hermione went off together, while Harry and Ginny went into another direction.
"So do you think Ron will ask her out before tomorrow?" Ginny asked.
"Probably not," Harry replied.
You're his best friend; maybe you should say something to him."
"I have, and so have Neville, Seamus and Dean. He doesn't seem to be listening to any of us."
"My brother is so thick in the head sometimes."
Harry laughed and said, "Well, maybe tomorrow morning will shed some new light for him when she goes off without him."
"Is that what she's planning?"
"I think so. I'll be with Parvati for the day, so she won't want to hang around me, and if Ron still hasn't asked, well…"
Ginny gave Harry a long suffering look, but before she could say anything, an alarm went off in the Slytherin area. That brought all of the prefects running down to the dungeons.
When Harry and Ginny reached the entrance to the Slytherin House common room, they found it open. Inside, pandemonium was ensuing. It seemed that near the end of the party, Malfoy's new found abilities had kicked in. Nearly everyone in attendance had succumbed to the pull of his Veela scent and had begun to throw themselves at him. In fact, many of the guests began fighting over him.
All of the teachers that were present were trying their best to put a stop to any and all fighting while simultaneously attempting to get students to put their clothes back on, as many of them were stripping down and offering themselves to Malfoy for whatever purpose he might need of them. Harry found it degrading, but he himself felt neither need nor urge to follow suit with an offer of his own. Ginny was a different matter, as she began to make her way through the crowd to get to the male Veela. Luckily for her, Harry stopped her and pulled her back into the corridor.
"Ginny? Are you okay?"
Shaking her head, she said, "Yeah I think so. What was that?"
"I don't know, but it must be something they've done that only effects girls. I didn't feel a thing," Harry told her. "I'm going back in there and see if I can help, but maybe you should stay out here."
Ginny nodded, and Harry went back into the chaos. Inside the common room, Harry fought his way through the crowd until he finally came to the center of the problem: a shirtless Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy, what have you done here?" Harry demanded.
The Prince of Slytherin turned to face his accuser and started to sneer at him with the usual loathing when something odd happened. Malfoy took a deep breath, and something in his eyes changed. Instead of the normal hatred Harry saw there, something else took its place, something that Harry could not quite identify.
At that moment, all of the students in the common room suddenly stopped what they were doing. The fighting stopped, the flirting and throwing themselves at Malfoy stopped… Everything stopped, as Malfoy took a long hard look at Harry.
"Potter." Malfoy simply stated.
"Malfoy?" Harry returned and heard Dumbledore calling out also and moving towards them.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to explain… " Dumbledore began but was cut off when Malfoy lunged for Harry.
"Geroff me, Malfoy!" Harry yelled.
"You're mine, Potter, you just don't know it yet!" Malfoy countered, lunging for the Gryffindor again and trying to kiss him.
However, Harry had a few tricks up his sleeve. Thinking quickly, he transformed into Shadow, his animagus form of a large black panther. Malfoy stopped for a moment, only to be pounced on by Shadow and pinned to the floor. Harry/Shadow snarled in Malfoy's face threateningly.
"You are full of surprises, Potter. I like it. I've never tried bestiality, but I guess it could be fun." Then Malfoy tried to kiss the panther, which jumped off and Harry transformed back to human.
"You're sick, Malfoy, you know that?"
"You'll learn to like it, Potter… Harry."
At that point, Dumbledore stepped in between the boys and again asked, "Mr.Malfoy what is this all about?"
"None of your business, old man." Malfoy sneered.
"Mr. Malfoy, please don't be rude to the Headmaster," Professor Snape said.
"He's standing between me and what's mine." Malfoy spat, and once again attempted to lunge for Harry.
However, instead of going forward Draco Malfoy suddenly found himself going straight up to the ceiling, sticking there rather tightly.
Standing under him with his wand pointed up was Professor Thorgood, who said, "If there's one thing I just can't stand, it's a horny Veela."
Sometime later, the teachers had managed to restore order and had sent the Slytherins to bed. After sending Malfoy was sent to the infirmary for the night with a large dose of dreamless sleep potion, Dumbledore called a meeting in his office.
"Harry, can you please tell me what happened?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, I went in to break up the… whatever it was… and noticed that Malfoy was at the center of it. I figured he must have started it, so I made my way over to him. When I reached him, he looked at me oddly and then… well you saw what he did then, which is good, because I'm not sure what it was myself."
Dumbledore chuckled, while Professor McGonagall stood there with her mouth in a thin line. She said, "Albus, he attacked Harry and insulted you. What are we going to do with Mr. Malfoy?"
"Nothing." Professor Snape answered her instead of the Headmaster. "What Mr. Malfoy is going through is completely normal, and he has no control over himself at present."
"And just what is the brat going through, Snape?" Thorgood asked.
Snape shot a look of pure hatred to the new professor and turned back to the Headmaster. "As you may remember from when his father was a student here, the Malfoy line is part Veela."
"Yes, Snape, we've deduced that," Thorgood said. "However, that does not excuse his behavior. I've known many Veela and part Veela who acted much better than this boy did."
"Part Veela?" Dumbledore mused. "I had forgotten about that. It also seems he is now fixated on our young Mr. Potter here."
"Yes," sneered Snape. "It always seems to come down to Potter."
"Oh, be happy, at the end of the year I'll graduate and leave the castle, and we won't have to see each other ever again," Harry snapped at the Potions Master.
"What a joyous day that will be," Snape said.
Professor McGonagall stepped in between them and said, "Nothing is going to be resolved tonight, so why don't we get some rest and discuss this later?"
With that, she directed Harry back to Gryffindor tower. Naturally, almost the entire house was waiting up to hear what had happened in the dungeons tonight.
The next morning at breakfast, Harry was calmly eating when Parvati arrived. She sat down beside him, causing him to breathe more quickly. Parvati giggled, and began to eat her own breakfast. The pair ate in silence, occasionally exchanging looks and smiling at each other.
Harry waited for Parvati to finish and he asked, "Are you ready to go to Hogsmeade?"
Parvati smiled at him and said, "Yes I am Harry."
Harry let out his arm to her and she took and together they began to walk out the Great Hall and on their way to the village. As they were leaving Harry heard Ginny say, "Thank Merlin that was over, they were getting sickening."
Later that night, Harry laid in bed thinking over the wonderful day he had with Parvati. He remembered window shopping together, having lunch and a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, walking down the lanes of the ancient village hand in hand. It had been the best day Harry could remember having in a very long time.
Soon Harry's thoughts began to shift from the day with her to Parvati herself. How smooth her skin was, how lovely she looked, how sweet she felt when he kissed her good night. At these thoughts, Harry's hand slowly began to work its way down from his smooth chest, over his flat stomach and inched itself under the waistband of his Muggle boxers.
Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he began to imagine Parvati, her beauty, her smell… "Parvati," he whispered to himself, and he began to do something he had done many times before. However, since this time was spontaneous, Harry forgot to cast a silencing charm around his bed.
Soon Harry was breathing heavy, and then he let out a small moan. The whole time his eyes were closed and all he sees is her. A bright smile covers Harry's face as he continues. He is very happy.
Silently, he slipped his boxers down past his hips, freeing himself for the task at hand. The more he thought of her the more he moaned, and this time he was a little louder. He didn't notice, as his thoughts were elsewhere.
Suddenly, the hangings of Harry's bed were thrust open and Ron was standing there, looking worried. "Harry, are you alright? Are you having a dream again?"
Harry's eyes flew open and his mouth dropped in horror. His best friend in the world has just caught him in a rather compromising position.
Ron sputtered and hurriedly closed the hangings, plunging Harry once again into darkness.
From the outside of his bed hangings Harry heard Ron say, "Sorry about that, mate."
Harry was still breathing hard, but the mood had definitely been broken.
"Ah, Harry? We're never gonna mention this again, right?"
"Yeah, Ron," Harry said. He turned over in bed and buried his head under his pillow, completely humiliated.
To Be Continued ...
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
athenakitty wrote Will Harry get around to putting Draco in a lot of humilating detentions and taking points off of Slytherin? Harry doesn't want to be the only stand-out? DADA's the one class that spooks the Slytherin? Is Harry allowed to assign detention? Will Draco get the beginnings of don't "Piss of Potter"?
Answer - Athena honey, after this chapter, Harry's got bigger problems than putting Malfoy in detention. :) Actually, it was Fudge who really pissed him off, not Malfoy.
TuxedoMac wrote of corse i don't want to be told. its one of those things you whine about being told but you really don't want to cuz you know it will be a nice surpize. what i was wating to see was how harrys 1st class teaching went and you just made it into a nice cliffie. i do like how you are working with Parvati since we know ( or at least those that read your previos fic) what happens with her and harry.
Answer - Well, as you've just read, it wasn't really a cliffie. Since we've already seen Harry's teaching style in the first fic, I didn't see a need to continue it in this one, besides it's not really part of them main story.
kensai2 wrote some very naughty things
Answer - You are in a very deep need of a very cold shower dude
Makalani Astral wrote I do like this story. I'm sure you want to kill but but still no Veela! sorry-lately have been impatient with stories, probably b/c have been reading them too much.
Answer - Okay, here it is Mr.-I-can't-wait or is it Ms.-I-can't-wait? There were other things that I had to set up before the Veela came into play. If you wanted a run of the mill Veela story, there are tons out there.
Tynkerbell wrote interesting I suspect harry will have a few problems with the younger children. because at that age I liked 2 test new teachers ;) and it would be interrestin to see how he gets them 2 respect him as teacher not just as the boy who lived. lol hm just relishing in the memory i have of my band teacher challenging another student who kept playing when he wasnt suppossed 2 a dule she played piano himself bass. sorri this was long! good luck!
Answer - At this point the story will focus more on Harry and Draco and the Veela thing rather than Harry being a teacher. I was accused of that too much in the last story. :)
Tanydwr wrote umm, I'm kind of forgetful. Is Thorgood the name of the vamp in Honeychurch as well? Is that it? Or do they know each other or something? I mean, I'm pretty sure it's the same guy, but there you go. Let me guess, the girls are impressed by something that has nothing to do with vampire-ness and everything to do with hormones?
Answer - The vampire from Honeychurch is/will be Mauricio Guenzel, a seductive gay vampire from Spain. Prof. Denholm Thorgood is a masculine vampire from England. Vampires are seductive across the board, it's how they feed.
By: Darkmoore
After impressing most of the class with those remarks, Harry asked the boy, "What was your question?"
Chapter Eight - Happy Birthday Draco Malfoy
At breakfast one morning, about a month into the term, Professor Dumbledore stood at the staff table and made an announcement. "Everyone, I would like your attention please. Usually this would not take place for another month, but this year, I have decided to schedule this weekend as the first Hogsmeade visit of the year."
After the Headmaster finished his announcement, the students started to chatter excitedly, making plans for the upcoming visit to the village. Harry noticed that even at the Slytherin table, the talk seemed to be more enthusiastic than usual for such an announcement.
Unknown to Harry, this Friday would mark an annual event of great Importance to a certain group of people. This would be the seventh year that this event had been celebrated at Hogwarts, and all the members of Slytherin House had grown to look forward to it every year. This Friday would be Draco Malfoy's birthday.
However, this year would be much different. Not only would this be the last of Draco's birthday celebrations to be held at Hogwarts, but this also happened to be the year that the Malfoy heir came into both his majority and his inheritance. This birthday would mark his traditional inheritance as he became the beneficiary of the Malfoy family fortune, but it would also mark the day his inherited Veela abilities came into full flower. Soon he would seek out his chosen mate, the one soul that would complete him, the one person that would be his and his alone. Of course, neither Harry nor any other Gryffindor knew about this.
Before Harry could formulate any other thoughts, Parvati took the vacant spot next to him and cooed into this ear. "I would love to go to Hogsmeade this weekend Harry. Who are you going to town with?"
Harry would have answered her but his mouth seemed to have suddenly dried up. However, Parvati giggled and moved back to her spot beside her best friend, Lavender.
Quickly Harry grabbed his goblet and took a deep drink while Ron and Seamus snickered at him. Hermione just rolled her eyes and said "Boys."
The rest of the week went by in a flash for Harry. The only difficult thing Harry encountered, other than dealing with some of the younger students who had joined the D. A., was asking Parvati out on a date to go to Hogsmeade that Saturday. He wasn't sure which was more difficult, asking a girl out on a date or fighting Voldemort, as they both had their perils. Harry was still remembering how things had ended badly with Susan the previous year.
Friday finally came, and Harry, Hermione and all of the prefects, who weren't in Slytherin were on duty, as Malfoy's birthday parties had been known to become rowdy in the past. Harry wasn't too happy with Friday night duty, as he wanted to spend the night grading so he could keep all Saturday open to spend with Parvati, and then still have Sunday to study.
"I don't know about you, Harry, but I think this is a complete waste of our time and energy," Hermione complained.
Harry laughed and asked, "I take that Ron still hasn't asked you out to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
"I am perfectly able to take myself into the village without an escort. In fact, I am more than certain that I can have a much more enjoyable time without having a date."
"I take it that means 'no'?" Harry asked.
Hermione 'hummphed' and returned to her patrolling.
The remainder of their patrolling time was extremely dull. Harry and Hermione met up with Ron and Ginny several times, and the last time they decided to switch partners. Ron and Hermione went off together, while Harry and Ginny went into another direction.
"So do you think Ron will ask her out before tomorrow?" Ginny asked.
"Probably not," Harry replied.
You're his best friend; maybe you should say something to him."
"I have, and so have Neville, Seamus and Dean. He doesn't seem to be listening to any of us."
"My brother is so thick in the head sometimes."
Harry laughed and said, "Well, maybe tomorrow morning will shed some new light for him when she goes off without him."
"Is that what she's planning?"
"I think so. I'll be with Parvati for the day, so she won't want to hang around me, and if Ron still hasn't asked, well…"
Ginny gave Harry a long suffering look, but before she could say anything, an alarm went off in the Slytherin area. That brought all of the prefects running down to the dungeons.
When Harry and Ginny reached the entrance to the Slytherin House common room, they found it open. Inside, pandemonium was ensuing. It seemed that near the end of the party, Malfoy's new found abilities had kicked in. Nearly everyone in attendance had succumbed to the pull of his Veela scent and had begun to throw themselves at him. In fact, many of the guests began fighting over him.
All of the teachers that were present were trying their best to put a stop to any and all fighting while simultaneously attempting to get students to put their clothes back on, as many of them were stripping down and offering themselves to Malfoy for whatever purpose he might need of them. Harry found it degrading, but he himself felt neither need nor urge to follow suit with an offer of his own. Ginny was a different matter, as she began to make her way through the crowd to get to the male Veela. Luckily for her, Harry stopped her and pulled her back into the corridor.
"Ginny? Are you okay?"
Shaking her head, she said, "Yeah I think so. What was that?"
"I don't know, but it must be something they've done that only effects girls. I didn't feel a thing," Harry told her. "I'm going back in there and see if I can help, but maybe you should stay out here."
Ginny nodded, and Harry went back into the chaos. Inside the common room, Harry fought his way through the crowd until he finally came to the center of the problem: a shirtless Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy, what have you done here?" Harry demanded.
The Prince of Slytherin turned to face his accuser and started to sneer at him with the usual loathing when something odd happened. Malfoy took a deep breath, and something in his eyes changed. Instead of the normal hatred Harry saw there, something else took its place, something that Harry could not quite identify.
At that moment, all of the students in the common room suddenly stopped what they were doing. The fighting stopped, the flirting and throwing themselves at Malfoy stopped… Everything stopped, as Malfoy took a long hard look at Harry.
"Potter." Malfoy simply stated.
"Malfoy?" Harry returned and heard Dumbledore calling out also and moving towards them.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to explain… " Dumbledore began but was cut off when Malfoy lunged for Harry.
"Geroff me, Malfoy!" Harry yelled.
"You're mine, Potter, you just don't know it yet!" Malfoy countered, lunging for the Gryffindor again and trying to kiss him.
However, Harry had a few tricks up his sleeve. Thinking quickly, he transformed into Shadow, his animagus form of a large black panther. Malfoy stopped for a moment, only to be pounced on by Shadow and pinned to the floor. Harry/Shadow snarled in Malfoy's face threateningly.
"You are full of surprises, Potter. I like it. I've never tried bestiality, but I guess it could be fun." Then Malfoy tried to kiss the panther, which jumped off and Harry transformed back to human.
"You're sick, Malfoy, you know that?"
"You'll learn to like it, Potter… Harry."
At that point, Dumbledore stepped in between the boys and again asked, "Mr.Malfoy what is this all about?"
"None of your business, old man." Malfoy sneered.
"Mr. Malfoy, please don't be rude to the Headmaster," Professor Snape said.
"He's standing between me and what's mine." Malfoy spat, and once again attempted to lunge for Harry.
However, instead of going forward Draco Malfoy suddenly found himself going straight up to the ceiling, sticking there rather tightly.
Standing under him with his wand pointed up was Professor Thorgood, who said, "If there's one thing I just can't stand, it's a horny Veela."
Sometime later, the teachers had managed to restore order and had sent the Slytherins to bed. After sending Malfoy was sent to the infirmary for the night with a large dose of dreamless sleep potion, Dumbledore called a meeting in his office.
"Harry, can you please tell me what happened?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, I went in to break up the… whatever it was… and noticed that Malfoy was at the center of it. I figured he must have started it, so I made my way over to him. When I reached him, he looked at me oddly and then… well you saw what he did then, which is good, because I'm not sure what it was myself."
Dumbledore chuckled, while Professor McGonagall stood there with her mouth in a thin line. She said, "Albus, he attacked Harry and insulted you. What are we going to do with Mr. Malfoy?"
"Nothing." Professor Snape answered her instead of the Headmaster. "What Mr. Malfoy is going through is completely normal, and he has no control over himself at present."
"And just what is the brat going through, Snape?" Thorgood asked.
Snape shot a look of pure hatred to the new professor and turned back to the Headmaster. "As you may remember from when his father was a student here, the Malfoy line is part Veela."
"Yes, Snape, we've deduced that," Thorgood said. "However, that does not excuse his behavior. I've known many Veela and part Veela who acted much better than this boy did."
"Part Veela?" Dumbledore mused. "I had forgotten about that. It also seems he is now fixated on our young Mr. Potter here."
"Yes," sneered Snape. "It always seems to come down to Potter."
"Oh, be happy, at the end of the year I'll graduate and leave the castle, and we won't have to see each other ever again," Harry snapped at the Potions Master.
"What a joyous day that will be," Snape said.
Professor McGonagall stepped in between them and said, "Nothing is going to be resolved tonight, so why don't we get some rest and discuss this later?"
With that, she directed Harry back to Gryffindor tower. Naturally, almost the entire house was waiting up to hear what had happened in the dungeons tonight.
The next morning at breakfast, Harry was calmly eating when Parvati arrived. She sat down beside him, causing him to breathe more quickly. Parvati giggled, and began to eat her own breakfast. The pair ate in silence, occasionally exchanging looks and smiling at each other.
Harry waited for Parvati to finish and he asked, "Are you ready to go to Hogsmeade?"
Parvati smiled at him and said, "Yes I am Harry."
Harry let out his arm to her and she took and together they began to walk out the Great Hall and on their way to the village. As they were leaving Harry heard Ginny say, "Thank Merlin that was over, they were getting sickening."
Later that night, Harry laid in bed thinking over the wonderful day he had with Parvati. He remembered window shopping together, having lunch and a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, walking down the lanes of the ancient village hand in hand. It had been the best day Harry could remember having in a very long time.
Soon Harry's thoughts began to shift from the day with her to Parvati herself. How smooth her skin was, how lovely she looked, how sweet she felt when he kissed her good night. At these thoughts, Harry's hand slowly began to work its way down from his smooth chest, over his flat stomach and inched itself under the waistband of his Muggle boxers.
Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he began to imagine Parvati, her beauty, her smell… "Parvati," he whispered to himself, and he began to do something he had done many times before. However, since this time was spontaneous, Harry forgot to cast a silencing charm around his bed.
Soon Harry was breathing heavy, and then he let out a small moan. The whole time his eyes were closed and all he sees is her. A bright smile covers Harry's face as he continues. He is very happy.
Silently, he slipped his boxers down past his hips, freeing himself for the task at hand. The more he thought of her the more he moaned, and this time he was a little louder. He didn't notice, as his thoughts were elsewhere.
Suddenly, the hangings of Harry's bed were thrust open and Ron was standing there, looking worried. "Harry, are you alright? Are you having a dream again?"
Harry's eyes flew open and his mouth dropped in horror. His best friend in the world has just caught him in a rather compromising position.
Ron sputtered and hurriedly closed the hangings, plunging Harry once again into darkness.
From the outside of his bed hangings Harry heard Ron say, "Sorry about that, mate."
Harry was still breathing hard, but the mood had definitely been broken.
"Ah, Harry? We're never gonna mention this again, right?"
"Yeah, Ron," Harry said. He turned over in bed and buried his head under his pillow, completely humiliated.
To Be Continued ...
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
athenakitty wrote Will Harry get around to putting Draco in a lot of humilating detentions and taking points off of Slytherin? Harry doesn't want to be the only stand-out? DADA's the one class that spooks the Slytherin? Is Harry allowed to assign detention? Will Draco get the beginnings of don't "Piss of Potter"?
Answer - Athena honey, after this chapter, Harry's got bigger problems than putting Malfoy in detention. :) Actually, it was Fudge who really pissed him off, not Malfoy.
TuxedoMac wrote of corse i don't want to be told. its one of those things you whine about being told but you really don't want to cuz you know it will be a nice surpize. what i was wating to see was how harrys 1st class teaching went and you just made it into a nice cliffie. i do like how you are working with Parvati since we know ( or at least those that read your previos fic) what happens with her and harry.
Answer - Well, as you've just read, it wasn't really a cliffie. Since we've already seen Harry's teaching style in the first fic, I didn't see a need to continue it in this one, besides it's not really part of them main story.
kensai2 wrote some very naughty things
Answer - You are in a very deep need of a very cold shower dude
Makalani Astral wrote I do like this story. I'm sure you want to kill but but still no Veela! sorry-lately have been impatient with stories, probably b/c have been reading them too much.
Answer - Okay, here it is Mr.-I-can't-wait or is it Ms.-I-can't-wait? There were other things that I had to set up before the Veela came into play. If you wanted a run of the mill Veela story, there are tons out there.
Tynkerbell wrote interesting I suspect harry will have a few problems with the younger children. because at that age I liked 2 test new teachers ;) and it would be interrestin to see how he gets them 2 respect him as teacher not just as the boy who lived. lol hm just relishing in the memory i have of my band teacher challenging another student who kept playing when he wasnt suppossed 2 a dule she played piano himself bass. sorri this was long! good luck!
Answer - At this point the story will focus more on Harry and Draco and the Veela thing rather than Harry being a teacher. I was accused of that too much in the last story. :)
Tanydwr wrote umm, I'm kind of forgetful. Is Thorgood the name of the vamp in Honeychurch as well? Is that it? Or do they know each other or something? I mean, I'm pretty sure it's the same guy, but there you go. Let me guess, the girls are impressed by something that has nothing to do with vampire-ness and everything to do with hormones?
Answer - The vampire from Honeychurch is/will be Mauricio Guenzel, a seductive gay vampire from Spain. Prof. Denholm Thorgood is a masculine vampire from England. Vampires are seductive across the board, it's how they feed.