School has been horrible. I hate most of my teachers…especially the one who keeps on telling my class about how she had to get, like, eight inches off her eyelids because of a tumor. Gross. And then, there's my Family Studies teacher, who keeps on mentioning "sexual" stuff. Like "I may be so proud of you, that I might shake your hand, pat you on the shoulder, or give you a hug! But does that mean I'm coming on to you? No……" Or "Girls, I know that you've waited a long time to get those breasts, but please, don't show them off!"
Anyway…enough blabbering! R/r please!
Chapter 2 ~ A Horrible ConceptThis was it. The day that he'd been waiting for. The day all his powers would finally come to him, and his future would be sighted. The day he turned sixteen.
It was Sunday, and it couldn't have been more perfect. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the aspect of Spring was in the air, it's wind humming through the grounds, melting the snow and beginning new life. The birds and small animals were starting to come out of their winter hiding places, and the smell of the wonderful, new spring was in the air.
But Draco Malfoy did not feel the contentment he had felt just days ago.
Of course, the prospect of turning sixteen, receiving his Veela bequest was overwhelmingly wonderful, as was finding his mate. But Draco couldn't help but relive his earlier fears. Terrifying thoughts about not being able to find his mate, and denial raced each other through his head until he felt as if he would explode.
Sitting on the highest tower made Draco feel more at peace. It was calm there, as the tumult on the grounds didn't reach as high as that. Draco often sat there, feeling the cool breeze tickle his face, and just thinking quietly to himself. There was no one to bother him there, and he loved this feeling, always trying to grasp it, as if to keep for his very own.
Looking at his watch, Draco decided that he had better get down. It was 5 o'clock, after all, and the party would start at six. His birthday, in reality, was the next day, but the celebration was to be held tonight, as all Veela's, whole or not, were born at the stroke of midnight. The party would simply persist until after Draco became sixteen.
As he climbed down the spiral staircase, he was sure that he saw hair swishing, and the sound of clattering feet. Draco shook his head. No doubt he was being spied on again. Taking the route to the Slytherin dungeons, he tried to keep his mind focused on other things, such as Quidditch. You can think about Veela charms and mates later, he told himself firmly.
"Draco! We're almost ready!" Draco looked up to see Blaise Zabini, who was helping Pansy put up decorations. "We just need to get this…up…there we go! Now we just have to wait for everyone to arrive!"
"Great," Draco answered, feeling slightly apprehensive about the whole thing.
Forty-five minutes later, people started to arrive. The Slytherins had pretty much all gathered down in the common room, where the party was taking place. As for the people who were from other houses, Theodore Nott volunteered to stand outside, waiting for the invitees, and let them in. This way, there would be no intruders.
Time seemed, to Draco's surprise, to pass rather quickly. Soon, the whole common room was filled, and many people were coming up to Draco to whisper a "Happy Birthday" in his ear, and for many, flutter their eyelashes at him.
No presents. No one brought presents. This was expected, of course. Draco had told everyone that they didn't need to bring anything, and so, no one did. The people at Hogwarts were so lazy. They didn't even want to make time to bring a single fucking present. Not that Draco really wanted one. The people who had been toying with him would most likely bring some crappy repulsive sex toy with a note that said, "Meet me later".
Mostly, Draco sat, loving his black-marketed fire whiskey, looking up at the grand clock right in from of his armchair, and smiling at the flirting individuals (Girls and boys), instead of getting up to mingle. Pansy had tried to get him up, but he refused to budge.
"It's your party, Draco!" she had whined, pulling at his arm.
"So I get to decide what I want to do, and I want to sit," Draco replied.
After a few minutes of the two of them playing tug-of-war with Draco's arm, Pansy finally gave up and sulked away.
Draco really didn't know why he didn't want to get up. He supposed, at first, that it was because most people would jump him, and he definitely didn't want that. But later, he realized that it was really because of the time. Draco kept a very close watch on the clock, his heart beating rather wildly with excitement (Or maybe it was the booze) as midnight drew nearer.
Soon, many people started to go out of hand. All around him, Draco could see guys kissing girls……guys kissing guys……girls kissing girls……it was off-putting enough to make you puke, Draco mused. Even he wasn't going out of control, and he had had a lot of snifters already. Of course…… that might just be his Veela safeguard…
"It's almost time!" Millicent suddenly shouted, breaking apart from the drunken lad she was practically wolfing down. He's definitely going to feel sick in the morning, Draco ruminated.
However, Draco didn't really think about anyone's problem at the moment. For at that time, the huge clock in front of him was ticking down to ten seconds……nine……eight……seven……six……five……four……three……two……one……
BANG!
The clock exploded, sending showers of sparks in all different colors everywhere. And for a minute, Draco felt overwhelmingly please. He was sixteen at last! He had come of age! His Veela char-
Suddenly, Draco realized that everyone was staring at him, with an almost hungry look on all of their faces.
"Well," Pansy broke in, though she too, had a starved glint in her eyes. "Well, how do you feel? Do you…are you…attracted to anyone here?"
Looking around, Draco now saw that the partiers, still with the mad gleam in their eyes, now looked a bit hopeful. Draco began to observe the people surrounding him.
Pansy…no, she's just still my good friend…she doesn't seem any different……Millicent…no, just as unsightly as ever…Hannah Abbot……definitely not, has she been gaining weight?
And so, Draco carefully observed each one of the girls, but none seemed to attract his attention.
"No," he finally answered. "None of the girls are, er, eye-catching in my point of view…"
Everyone looked rather disappointed at this, until Terry Boot placed a question that made the guys cheer up a bit.
"Girls?" he asked. "What about boys? I mean, what if your mate is a boy? What if you're-"
"Gay?" Draco asked frostily. Terry nodded his head weakly, seeming to melt under Draco's cold glare.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've every heard!" Draco exclaimed. "Who has ever heard of a gay-"
Draco cut off, looking in the crowd. His eyes just seemed to land on someone…but it couldn't be possible! How could he have gotten in here? He couldn't! But did it really matter? No, Draco supposed it didn't. All that mattered was his beautiful jade-green eyes……
As Draco watched, this certain raven-black haired individual, seeing that Draco was gawping at him, grinned and walked up to him. "Hey baby," he purred. "I can see that you've fallen for 'lil old Justin……"
"Huh?" Draco muttered dreamily, then- "GAHHHHH! GET OFF ME, FINCH-FLETCHLEY!"
Draco had just woken up from his trance to find Justin Finch-Fletchley practically on top of his lap, his face about an inch away from his own. Justin slid off, looking highly disappointed.
"But you were on to me," he protested. "Honestly, Draco, I saw it in your eyes!"
"Yeah, right!" Draco hissed. "Like I would ever fall in love with you! And don't call me 'Draco'! Only the people I like call me that. And I would NEVER like you!"
Justin pouted, though he didn't seem angry at Draco.
"That wasn't very nice of you, Malfoy," he sulked. "But I'll forgive you this time…"
Draco didn't like the way that sounded.
Soon after, people started to depart, many throwing up their alcohol all around the place. All of them, however, gave signs of prodigious lust toward Draco.
Frowning, Draco was about to slip off to bed, when he heard a, "Hey, Draco!" Turning around, he realized that it was Pansy, who was sitting next to the fireplace with Blaise, Theodore, Millicent, Crabbe, Goyle, and a number of other Slytherins, who had just finished cleaning up. Sighing, Draco walked back down the stairs, and toward the armchairs. Wearily, he dropped into one, and said, "What?"
"You look very good today," A sixth year, Sally-Anne Perks said, giggling.
Draco sighed. "And you look very drunk," he replied.
Sally-Anne just tittered, and muttered something about being complimented by the cutest boy in the world.
"Anyways, Draco," Pansy interrupted, glaring at Sally-Anne as if she was getting too much attention. "What happened? I mean, all the Slytherins were there, and you didn't find anyone attractive! I mean, you didn't, did you?"
"No," Draco riposted. "I didn't find anyone attractive."
"Oh," Pansy said, looking highly disconsolated. "Well, too bad……"
"Another thing," Blaise added. "How come everyone attracted to you? I mean, I know you've got your Veela charms now, but…I mean…the guys…" Blaise's voice just got smaller and smaller, while his face got redder.
"You mean at the World Cup, the girls didn't get fazed by the Veelas, because they were girls, but now, boys are getting attracted to me," Draco concluded for him.
"Uh…yeah," Blaise muttered, staring at his feet.
"Well, it's because I'm a half Veela," Draco explained. "You see, no one can actually fall in love with an actual Veela. It's just completely lust that you can't shake away. But with half Veelas, they don't get their powers until the age of sixteen. So, they are pretty much human, except for that little Veela gene."
"So?" Theodore asked, looking confused.
"So people can actually fall in love with me," Draco said simply. "It's not lust, when your mate falls for you. It's love. Of course, I could get kissed by my mate, and not have it be love. And since people can fall in love with me, it concludes that anyone can. Which is why the guys have been falling for me too."
"Right," Theodore said, though still looking confused.
"But we're your friends!" Pansy burst out. "Not your mate! So how are we supposed to be friends with you when we just, er, when we want you?"
Draco grinned. "I'm so glad that everybody loves me," he joked.
Pansy blushed.
"It's okay," Draco replied. "There's this potion that Professor Snape's making for me. It's called the Veela Daunt. What it is, is that if you take it, you won't be attracted to Veelas anymore!
"That's great," Crabbe said, stretching his arms above his head as he gave a huge yawn. "I'm going to sleep……I'm tired…"
Draco just rolled his eyes. Typical Crabbe. His life was pretty much just sleep, wake, eat, sleep, and wake.
Draco, too, went up to his dormitory and changed into his pajamas. But as he crawled into bed and listened to Crabbe and Goyle's heavy snores, he couldn't help but think of one thing: Harry Potter.
When he had had that vision of Finch-Fletchley being Potter, Draco didn't know what to think. Those eyes that he saw……they captured him into a light that he had never known. Could it be? Could Harry Potter actually be…his mate?
Don't be ridiculous! He told himself. You were probably just having a reverie about your future mate, who also has green eyes! That's all. Besides, who has ever heard of a gay Veela?
But still……Green eyes…were Draco's last thought as he slipped away to the land of dreams.
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"Look at him!"
"I know! He looks so wonderful today…how come I've never noticed?"
"I've always noticed! That's why I belong to him!"
"You do not!"
"Yes I do!"
"Not!"
"Do!"
"MISS BROCKLEHURST! MISS PATIL! WILL YOU PLEASE PAY ATTENTION!"
Mandy Brocklehurst and Padma Patil jumped, as Professor McGonagall towered over them, her face livid with anger.
"I would rather you pay attention in class, instead of discussing who is more in love with Mr. Malfoy!" The Professor shot a look at Draco, and he felt a rush of annoyance. Since when was it his fault that people started falling for him?
Blushing, the two girls returned to listening to McGonagall. Draco's friends gave him a sympathetic look, and then, too, went back to the professor.
In reality, Draco was quite glad that his friends didn't start drooling over him anymore. Although that was only a short while, Draco didn't really like it when, after waking up and having all of his Veela powers transferred to him, his friends were just ogling over him the whole time. Professor Snape had come up to them during breakfast, and gave all the Slytherins a goblet of some purple liquid. After drinking it, the Slytherins all gave Draco a strange look, and then left him alone.
The rest of the school, however, was a different story.
Draco could see too many faces turning his way every time he walked, felt too many eyes on his back. Snape had given Draco extra amounts of Potion, and Draco's friends were trying to give them out to people. Snape had, however, warned them not to give too much away, and not to force anyone to take.
Draco could live with the "not giving too much away" part, but he really couldn't understand the "no force" part. Many people, it seemed, did not want the potion, and so, didn't drink it.
"What if I don't want to stop liking Draco?" Justin had moped. "I mean, he might fall for me at the end! And besides, I like finding Draco attractive! I love him! I know I do!"
Crabbe and Goyle had growled and cracked their knuckles threateningly, but, as they were in the Great Hall filled with teachers, they could not do anything direr than that.
"…and so, making a mouse turn into a blue jay, is much more difficult than turning it into a ferret, as a mouse and a ferret are both mammals, and more similar in size and shape. A blue jay, however, is not only different from a mouse, but it also belongs to the bird specimen, and not the mammal. Now that you have your mouse in front of you, I would like you to attempt to do the altering. Homework tonight will be to practice the spell, and a foot long essay about the Shifting Spells."
Draco glared at the small mouse in front of him. Before, turning it into a ferret was bad enough. Draco was forced to relive the memory of his Fourth Year, and it irritated him, especially when he caught Weasley and Potter snickering about it. Now, he was supposed to change it into a blue jay.
Raising his wand, Draco scanned the room, and then at the mouse, and was about to mutter the incantation, when he jerked his head back up and froze.
He had just seen the most incredible sight in his life. It was so beautiful, that Draco wished he could be sucked into it. He wished he could live with the wonderful memory, so stunning that it took his breath away.
Draco was watching the most gorgeous person on Earth. He had to be, there was absolutely no one that could compare to him! His black hair…his emerald eyes…his tanned skin…they all just looked so good on him. Yes…Draco thought dreamily, Harry Potter is definitely picturesque.
WAIT………Harry Potter? No! Absolutely NOT! It must just be his whacked-up mind! After all, he couldn't really just suddenly adjust to his new Veela charms, could he? He had to regulate a bit, first, right? Draco hoped so. Besides, who had ever heard of a gay Veela?
Still, all through the day, Draco could hardly focus his mind on anything. This was probably because everywhere he turned, he saw things that reminded him of Potter. Green boards reminded him of Harry's eyes…ink, of his hair…hell, even the desks were a tan color, just like Potter's skin!
It was really getting unruly. This day alone, Draco had gotten yelled at in every class, and lost a total of 50 points for Slytherin! No one was really mad at him, just confused. His friends gave him a strange look, but he merely shook his head, to indicate that he didn't want to talk about anything.
Draco made his way down to the Great Hall for dinner by himself. He really didn't feel like company, and besides, his head felt weak from thinking about Potter all the time.
It's okay, he kept on saying to himself. There's no such thing as a gay Veela! There never was, and there never will be!
Or will there?
Draco suddenly spotted Potter, Weasley, and Granger walking toward the Great Hall. Wasn't Granger one of the smartest students there ever was at Hogwarts? Curiosity got the better of him, and without even stopping to consider, Draco headed toward the trio, shouting, "Granger! Hey! Granger!"
All three turned around, and Draco tried not to look at Harry.
"I need a word," Draco said, forgetting all about the way he usually acted around them.
Hermione raised her eyebrows, and Weasley said roughly, "Why?"
"I don't need to give you a reason, Weasley!" Draco spat. Then, turning to Granger again, he said, "Now."
Hermione looked at the Great Hall, turned to her friends, and then to Draco. Finally, she seemed to make up her mind, and said, "Fine. But make it quick."
"Er, alone," Draco added, seeing that Potter and Weasley weren't going anywhere.
"How do we know that you're not going to jinx her when we leave?" Harry asked brutally.
Draco closed his eyes and willed his knees not to give way, and then turned toward him. "Because I have no reason to," he replied.
"It's okay," Granger said suddenly. "I can take care of myself, you know," she added, grinning at Weasley and Potter.
"All right……" Ron said, giving Draco a suspicious glare. "But if you're not back in ten minutes, we're going to come looking for you!" And with that, he and Harry left for the Great Hall, occasionally casting looks behind their shoulder.
"Okay," Granger said. "What?"
"Er…" Now that he was about to pop the question, Draco really didn't know how to start it. "Well, let's go to an empty classroom. I don't want to be overheard."
Hermione eyed him warily, but followed him into a vacant room anyway.
"Okay," Draco said nervously, and then, "Er, how much do you know about Veelas?"
Granger looked a bit taken aback at this statement, but she replied, "Enough."
"But how much is enough?" Draco asked, hearing a small snarl in his voice.
"I've read books, if that's what you mean," Hermione answered.
"A LOT, OR A LITTLE?" Draco yelped. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, ANSWER ME!"
Granger looked a bit shocked at this sudden temper change, but she said coolly, "Look, if all you want to do is yell at me, then I'm going to leave."
"Wait!" Draco sounded desperate. Hermione turned, with her hand of the doorknob and looked at him, surprised. "I'm s-……forget it. I just need to ask you one thing."
"Yes?" Hermione asked.
"Well…you have to promise not to tell anyone about this. Not even Weasley or Potter…especially not Potter," Draco added, more to himself than to Hermione.
"Okay…" Granger answered, looking confused. "What?"
"Well…er…well…has there ever been a gay Veela?"
Granger looked rather flabbergasted at this question. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Just answer the question!" Draco growled.
"Er…well…yeah…" Hermione replied.
"Yes?" Draco asked.
"Well…there have been incident where a Veela falls for the same gender, but it's pretty rare…" Hermione said. "In fact, I don't think there's ever been a half Veela to do that…"
"And then what happens?" Draco asked.
"Er, they fall in love, mate…and so on…" Hermione said, her eyes starting to narrow at Draco for actually having a conversation with her without calling her a Mudblood.
"But…about the mating…how…does…how would they…er…reproduce?" Draco inquired.
"They don't!" Hermione made a face at the thought. "Have you ever heard of male pregnancy?
"No," Draco confessed.
"Well, that's because a guy can't get pregnant!" Hermione said. "Why are you asking anyway? Wait a minute……"
"Well," Draco said hurriedly. "Thanks for everything. And remember, not a word that was spoken in here can be let out!" And with that, Draco left the room, leaving Hermione, who still seemed deep in thought.
Walking toward the Great Hall, Draco felt sick. So there were gay Veelas! What if he was one? That would just be terrible……Draco was sure that his parents could cope with him being homosexual…but if his mate was Harry Potter……he didn't know how his parent would react to that.
Draco had a bad feeling about this… a horrible concept.
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There we go…lol. I hope you guys liked that. It's actually pretty long! Hmm…I wonder if I'll get more than 22 reviews for this chapter…I hope so!! Lol.
Do you guys think it's a bit rushed? I mean, Draco "suspecting" that Harry is his mate already. I hope not…I mean, I don't plan on Harry "falling for him" until quite a bit later!! Lol.
A hint for all of you who write awesome stories, but no one seems to read them: You have to have a good summary! You know, something to attract the attention of readers! I mean, I'm sure non of you would have read my story if the summary was: Draco is a Veela. Lol.
Anyway, review!!