Harry Potter & Rejecting the Veela
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Three - Snogging & Dinner
"Harry?" Hermione called out to him, "Are the rumors true?"
"What rumors?" Harry asked dully.
"That you stopped Malfoy from killing Justin," she replied as she caught up with him.
"Kind of," Harry replied with a shrug. "I have no idea if he would have actually killed Justin or not, but he is up in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey should be finished with him by now."
"Are you okay Harry, you seem kind of out of it?" Hermione noticed.
"Dumbledore wants me to play nice with Malfoy; so that we can get any information he may have about the Death Eaters and Voldemort," Harry explained, "Even going as far as allowing him to pursue me romantically."
"Oh," she said, "Do you want to allow him to do that?"
Harry stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Not really, I'd like nothing better than to sit back and watch him suffer. For all the rotten things he's done here at school to us, to the other Gryffindors, to the Hufflepuffs, to the Ravenclaws and to the teachers. He'd deserve every bit of it."
"But …" Hermione prompted.
"But, Dumbledore made me promise to think about it," Harry said and began walking towards the infirmary once more.
"Well be careful if you decide to allow Malfoy to pursue you," she advised. "You know that there is a danger he will bond with you?"
"As long as we don't have sex, that shouldn't be an issue," Harry said and added; "Besides he's been with almost half the school and not bonded with any of them."
Hermione stopped him again and stated, "Harry, Veela don't bond with their mate through sex, that's just a myth. They usually perform the ritual during sex, which is why most people believe it happens that way. The ritual itself is just a complicated incantation that binds the two souls together."
"I don't remember reading anything about that when we studied Veela," Harry admitted. "How would I know if he bonded with me, other than hearing the incantation?"
"Well, your magic and his magic would combine in a way that isn't quite understood and both of your abilities will double, making you both very powerful wizards."
Harry let what she said sink in and then asked, "Can the bond be broken?"
"Yes," Hermione said tentatively, "If the Veela dies then the bond breaks. If the bond is newly formed it can be broken but only within the first two hours, but when the ritual is performed, the two people bonded will usually sleep for three days for their bodies and minds to adjust to the bonding process."
"Are there any other ways for it to be broken?"
"Well, yes, but it's highly dangerous," Hermione said, "But knowing you, that'll be the one you pick if he happens to bond with you."
Harry smiled and once again began his trek to the infirmary and his boyfriend. "What is it?"
"It only works with part Veela, with full blooded Veela it would never work, but there is a potion that can strip a part Veela of its Veela heritage and abilities. Without that magic to sustain the bond, it would break. However, this potion takes six months to brew properly or else it will kill both halves of the bond."
Harry looked at her blankly and muttered, "Thank Merlin you read so much."
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Sometime later in the hospital wing, Harry stood beside the bed where Justin was sitting having his last check over by the school nurse, who wanted to make sure he was fully healed before allowing him to leave her domain and back into the dangerous Veela filled school.
"Alright Mr. Finch-Fletchley, you seem to be back in tip top shape," Madame Pomfrey said, "Now try to see if you can't stay that way." With a mock glare at Harry she added, "And Potter, do try to discontinue being a bad influence on him, if this keeps up, he'll end up being in here more often than you do."
Justin chuckled as Harry stood there with his mouth hanging open watching the school nurse walk away.
"She has a point you know?" Justin said causing Harry to swing his head around and stare at his boyfriend. Justin continued, "Do you know how many times I've stood by your bed after a rough Quidditch game or when you go off on some damn fool crusade to rid the world of injustice?"
However, before Justin could continue to tease his boyfriend, Harry claimed his mouth with his own and kissed Justin very soundly as they both melted into each other.
Breaking apart Harry said, "You forget I'm a rough and touch jock, I'm suppose to play that way."
"Wow," was all that Justin could think to say. Then he remembered, "You told Malfoy that I was the man you loved, was that true?"
Harry looked confused and a little sheepish, "Yeah, of course I love you."
"You've just never said it before, that's all."
"Sorry," muttered Harry before claiming Justin's lips again.
"Ahem," came the stern voice of Madame Pomfrey from behind them, making the two boys break apart. "This is not a brothel gentleman; perhaps you'd be so kind as to find a somewhere else to do that. I do believe that there is a broom cupboard around the corner."
Harry smiled at her, grabbed Justin's hand and then pulled him out of the infirmary all the while saying, "Thanks for the great idea, Madame Pomfrey."
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Just around the corner Harry jerked the cupboard door open and dragged Justin into it for a well deserved snog. However, the cupboard was already occupied.
"Hey," cried the voice of Hannah Abbot.
"Sorry," Harry replied, "We didn't know you and Ernie were already in here."
"Well, we are Potter," Ernie said. "Now if you'd be so kind as to find your own cupboard, this one is occupied."
Moments later Harry and Justin were walking down the hall looking for another place to have a quick snog.
"Ernie was a bit rude wasn't he? I mean it was an accident, we didn't go in there just to watch him and Hannah go at it," Harry said.
Justin laughed, "Don't worry about it, he always gets that way when he's about to get some."
Harry stopped and thought about what his boyfriend had just said and then shuddered at the thought.
"Mental image?" asked Justin.
"Uh-huh."
Then laughter filled the corridor.
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Sometime later when Harry made an appearance in the Great Hall for dinner he walked over to Gryffindor table looking rather disheveled and rather happy about it.
"Good evening everyone," Harry said cheerfully, "What are we having for dinner tonight, I'm starved."
Hermione & Ginny both giggled and Ron said, "Yeah mate, you look like you've built up an appetite."
Harry attempted to look sheepish, but really all he could do is grin. Then as he was loading his plate with something to eat, he felt someone sit down next to him. Expecting Justin or another of the Gryffindors he looked over to greet them, but instead found Draco Malfoy sitting there looking at him.
"Did you shag your little bitch?" asked Malfoy. "You look like you just did."
Harry sighed and was about to bite back at Malfoy's baiting, but remembered what Dumbledore had asked of him and said, "If you must know Malfoy, we did not shag, we just had a bit of a snog that's all."
"I'll kill him," spat Malfoy as he started to rise form his seat, but Harry grabbed his shoulder and forced him back down.
"No you won't Malfoy," Harry said plainly, not accepting any other alternative than the one he provided the Veela. "You're going to sit right here and have your dinner."
Everyone at Gryffindor table looked at Harry with a stunned look on their faces, including Draco Malfoy.
"You want me to allow that filthy mud-blood to get away with touching what is mine?" Malfoy asked incredulously.
Harry sighed and then put down his cutlery, "First of all Malfoy, do not call him that, I hate that word. Second, I am not to be treated like property and last, if you go over there and kill him then you won't be able to have dinner with me." Then Harry picked his knife and fork back up and began to eat again.
"He's eating with us?" Ron asked with a mouth full of food.
Helping himself to a plate and starting putting food into it, Malfoy said, "Yeah, Weasley, I'm eating here tonight."
Ron was about to retort when Hermione jabbed him in the ribs and he went back to eating his dinner.
"So Malfoy," Harry began in between bites of food, "Can you tell me something?"
"I'll tell you anything you like Harry," cooed Malfoy with a smirk, which made Ron look like he was going to throw up at any moment.
"At thirteen you decided that you wanted to mate with me, right."
"Yes Harry that's true."
"Then why were you so hateful to me and my friends then?" asked a very curious Harry.
"Because you were hateful to me first," Malfoy said defiantly.
"Not true," said Hermione, "You were nasty to Ron on the train coming to Hogwarts our first year, which caused Harry to not like you, so you can't blame Harry for that."
Malfoy looked like he wanted nothing better than to take out his wand and hex Hermione into oblivion, however, Harry began talking to him again.
"She has a point Malfoy," Harry said. "Besides you could have told me anyway."
"And let you hold that over my head?" scoffed Malfoy.
Harry just looked at him. Then he said, "What's difference between then and now?"
"When we were in third year, I could control it better, but the attraction has grown and now I can't help myself and now you have to know about it. Back then you didn't have to know."
"Alright, why me then?" asked Harry, "I mean, you've had half of the student body, why do you always keep coming back to me?"
"Because you are perfect," Draco said without a hint of embarrassment. "You are the most beautiful and wonderful person in the world. You are a strong and powerful wizard and filled with a generous spirit."
Ron, Hermione and Ginny all looked from Malfoy as he said that to Harry who was sitting there taking it all in waiting for him to react in some way.
"Wow," Harry said at last. Then Harry thought about it for a moment, "Do you really mean it, or is that your Veela thing kicking in again?"
"I mean it Harry," Draco said looking lovingly at the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Did you mean it last year when you and I were dealing because I put your father in Azkaban?"
Draco winced slightly at that memory.
"I remember correctly," Harry continued, "You were telling me how much you were going to enjoy killing me and sending my hex ridden carcass to the dark lord. In fact you were gloating about it as we dueled. Telling my how my mud-blood mother wasn't good enough to mate with my pureblood father. Trying to make me feel guilty over the death of Sirius and how that was only the beginning of the torment I would feel at your hands. Did you love me then?"
"Harry …"
"No Malfoy, I think you need to think about this a bit more than you have. I'm not about to roll over for you and let you dominate my life just so you can get your leg over," said Harry sadly and getting up from the table he turned to Malfoy and finished, "And don't send me any more roses, I don't like them. I'm a man, not a girl."
Then Harry left the Great Hall with Malfoy and the other Gryffindors watching him go.
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Later that night Ron came into the dormitory to find Harry laying on his bed wearing only his boxers and reading a book and asked, "Are you alright Harry?"
Looking up, Harry replied, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Hermione doesn't think you are."
Smiling Harry said, "She never thinks I am."
Ron nodded in agreement and started to undress for bed. "Yeah know something mate?"
"What?" asked Harry.
"This time last year, I was kind of shy about undressing in front of you. You know after you told us the truth about yourself," Ron said now that he had taken all his clothes off.
Grinning, Harry said, "And now how do you feel?"
"Well, now that I'm dating Luna," Ron said swaying his hips from side to side, "I like to tease you, cause you can't have it."
Harry almost fell off his bed laughing.
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To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
I would like to thank Amarna, Benjis VIP, Frustrated Fan, Little-Padfoot-Jr., Makalani Asral, Omeganight and SeparatriX for reviewing my last chapter.
To answer Frustrated Fan's question ... HP & the Carbon Copies of You is almost finished, so it will be ending soon, this story and HP & the Unforgiving Son are just starting and HP & the Journey into Isolation will be awhile before it'll be done.
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Three - Snogging & Dinner
"Harry?" Hermione called out to him, "Are the rumors true?"
"What rumors?" Harry asked dully.
"That you stopped Malfoy from killing Justin," she replied as she caught up with him.
"Kind of," Harry replied with a shrug. "I have no idea if he would have actually killed Justin or not, but he is up in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey should be finished with him by now."
"Are you okay Harry, you seem kind of out of it?" Hermione noticed.
"Dumbledore wants me to play nice with Malfoy; so that we can get any information he may have about the Death Eaters and Voldemort," Harry explained, "Even going as far as allowing him to pursue me romantically."
"Oh," she said, "Do you want to allow him to do that?"
Harry stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Not really, I'd like nothing better than to sit back and watch him suffer. For all the rotten things he's done here at school to us, to the other Gryffindors, to the Hufflepuffs, to the Ravenclaws and to the teachers. He'd deserve every bit of it."
"But …" Hermione prompted.
"But, Dumbledore made me promise to think about it," Harry said and began walking towards the infirmary once more.
"Well be careful if you decide to allow Malfoy to pursue you," she advised. "You know that there is a danger he will bond with you?"
"As long as we don't have sex, that shouldn't be an issue," Harry said and added; "Besides he's been with almost half the school and not bonded with any of them."
Hermione stopped him again and stated, "Harry, Veela don't bond with their mate through sex, that's just a myth. They usually perform the ritual during sex, which is why most people believe it happens that way. The ritual itself is just a complicated incantation that binds the two souls together."
"I don't remember reading anything about that when we studied Veela," Harry admitted. "How would I know if he bonded with me, other than hearing the incantation?"
"Well, your magic and his magic would combine in a way that isn't quite understood and both of your abilities will double, making you both very powerful wizards."
Harry let what she said sink in and then asked, "Can the bond be broken?"
"Yes," Hermione said tentatively, "If the Veela dies then the bond breaks. If the bond is newly formed it can be broken but only within the first two hours, but when the ritual is performed, the two people bonded will usually sleep for three days for their bodies and minds to adjust to the bonding process."
"Are there any other ways for it to be broken?"
"Well, yes, but it's highly dangerous," Hermione said, "But knowing you, that'll be the one you pick if he happens to bond with you."
Harry smiled and once again began his trek to the infirmary and his boyfriend. "What is it?"
"It only works with part Veela, with full blooded Veela it would never work, but there is a potion that can strip a part Veela of its Veela heritage and abilities. Without that magic to sustain the bond, it would break. However, this potion takes six months to brew properly or else it will kill both halves of the bond."
Harry looked at her blankly and muttered, "Thank Merlin you read so much."
- - - - -
Sometime later in the hospital wing, Harry stood beside the bed where Justin was sitting having his last check over by the school nurse, who wanted to make sure he was fully healed before allowing him to leave her domain and back into the dangerous Veela filled school.
"Alright Mr. Finch-Fletchley, you seem to be back in tip top shape," Madame Pomfrey said, "Now try to see if you can't stay that way." With a mock glare at Harry she added, "And Potter, do try to discontinue being a bad influence on him, if this keeps up, he'll end up being in here more often than you do."
Justin chuckled as Harry stood there with his mouth hanging open watching the school nurse walk away.
"She has a point you know?" Justin said causing Harry to swing his head around and stare at his boyfriend. Justin continued, "Do you know how many times I've stood by your bed after a rough Quidditch game or when you go off on some damn fool crusade to rid the world of injustice?"
However, before Justin could continue to tease his boyfriend, Harry claimed his mouth with his own and kissed Justin very soundly as they both melted into each other.
Breaking apart Harry said, "You forget I'm a rough and touch jock, I'm suppose to play that way."
"Wow," was all that Justin could think to say. Then he remembered, "You told Malfoy that I was the man you loved, was that true?"
Harry looked confused and a little sheepish, "Yeah, of course I love you."
"You've just never said it before, that's all."
"Sorry," muttered Harry before claiming Justin's lips again.
"Ahem," came the stern voice of Madame Pomfrey from behind them, making the two boys break apart. "This is not a brothel gentleman; perhaps you'd be so kind as to find a somewhere else to do that. I do believe that there is a broom cupboard around the corner."
Harry smiled at her, grabbed Justin's hand and then pulled him out of the infirmary all the while saying, "Thanks for the great idea, Madame Pomfrey."
- - - - -
Just around the corner Harry jerked the cupboard door open and dragged Justin into it for a well deserved snog. However, the cupboard was already occupied.
"Hey," cried the voice of Hannah Abbot.
"Sorry," Harry replied, "We didn't know you and Ernie were already in here."
"Well, we are Potter," Ernie said. "Now if you'd be so kind as to find your own cupboard, this one is occupied."
Moments later Harry and Justin were walking down the hall looking for another place to have a quick snog.
"Ernie was a bit rude wasn't he? I mean it was an accident, we didn't go in there just to watch him and Hannah go at it," Harry said.
Justin laughed, "Don't worry about it, he always gets that way when he's about to get some."
Harry stopped and thought about what his boyfriend had just said and then shuddered at the thought.
"Mental image?" asked Justin.
"Uh-huh."
Then laughter filled the corridor.
- - - - -
Sometime later when Harry made an appearance in the Great Hall for dinner he walked over to Gryffindor table looking rather disheveled and rather happy about it.
"Good evening everyone," Harry said cheerfully, "What are we having for dinner tonight, I'm starved."
Hermione & Ginny both giggled and Ron said, "Yeah mate, you look like you've built up an appetite."
Harry attempted to look sheepish, but really all he could do is grin. Then as he was loading his plate with something to eat, he felt someone sit down next to him. Expecting Justin or another of the Gryffindors he looked over to greet them, but instead found Draco Malfoy sitting there looking at him.
"Did you shag your little bitch?" asked Malfoy. "You look like you just did."
Harry sighed and was about to bite back at Malfoy's baiting, but remembered what Dumbledore had asked of him and said, "If you must know Malfoy, we did not shag, we just had a bit of a snog that's all."
"I'll kill him," spat Malfoy as he started to rise form his seat, but Harry grabbed his shoulder and forced him back down.
"No you won't Malfoy," Harry said plainly, not accepting any other alternative than the one he provided the Veela. "You're going to sit right here and have your dinner."
Everyone at Gryffindor table looked at Harry with a stunned look on their faces, including Draco Malfoy.
"You want me to allow that filthy mud-blood to get away with touching what is mine?" Malfoy asked incredulously.
Harry sighed and then put down his cutlery, "First of all Malfoy, do not call him that, I hate that word. Second, I am not to be treated like property and last, if you go over there and kill him then you won't be able to have dinner with me." Then Harry picked his knife and fork back up and began to eat again.
"He's eating with us?" Ron asked with a mouth full of food.
Helping himself to a plate and starting putting food into it, Malfoy said, "Yeah, Weasley, I'm eating here tonight."
Ron was about to retort when Hermione jabbed him in the ribs and he went back to eating his dinner.
"So Malfoy," Harry began in between bites of food, "Can you tell me something?"
"I'll tell you anything you like Harry," cooed Malfoy with a smirk, which made Ron look like he was going to throw up at any moment.
"At thirteen you decided that you wanted to mate with me, right."
"Yes Harry that's true."
"Then why were you so hateful to me and my friends then?" asked a very curious Harry.
"Because you were hateful to me first," Malfoy said defiantly.
"Not true," said Hermione, "You were nasty to Ron on the train coming to Hogwarts our first year, which caused Harry to not like you, so you can't blame Harry for that."
Malfoy looked like he wanted nothing better than to take out his wand and hex Hermione into oblivion, however, Harry began talking to him again.
"She has a point Malfoy," Harry said. "Besides you could have told me anyway."
"And let you hold that over my head?" scoffed Malfoy.
Harry just looked at him. Then he said, "What's difference between then and now?"
"When we were in third year, I could control it better, but the attraction has grown and now I can't help myself and now you have to know about it. Back then you didn't have to know."
"Alright, why me then?" asked Harry, "I mean, you've had half of the student body, why do you always keep coming back to me?"
"Because you are perfect," Draco said without a hint of embarrassment. "You are the most beautiful and wonderful person in the world. You are a strong and powerful wizard and filled with a generous spirit."
Ron, Hermione and Ginny all looked from Malfoy as he said that to Harry who was sitting there taking it all in waiting for him to react in some way.
"Wow," Harry said at last. Then Harry thought about it for a moment, "Do you really mean it, or is that your Veela thing kicking in again?"
"I mean it Harry," Draco said looking lovingly at the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Did you mean it last year when you and I were dealing because I put your father in Azkaban?"
Draco winced slightly at that memory.
"I remember correctly," Harry continued, "You were telling me how much you were going to enjoy killing me and sending my hex ridden carcass to the dark lord. In fact you were gloating about it as we dueled. Telling my how my mud-blood mother wasn't good enough to mate with my pureblood father. Trying to make me feel guilty over the death of Sirius and how that was only the beginning of the torment I would feel at your hands. Did you love me then?"
"Harry …"
"No Malfoy, I think you need to think about this a bit more than you have. I'm not about to roll over for you and let you dominate my life just so you can get your leg over," said Harry sadly and getting up from the table he turned to Malfoy and finished, "And don't send me any more roses, I don't like them. I'm a man, not a girl."
Then Harry left the Great Hall with Malfoy and the other Gryffindors watching him go.
- - - - -
Later that night Ron came into the dormitory to find Harry laying on his bed wearing only his boxers and reading a book and asked, "Are you alright Harry?"
Looking up, Harry replied, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Hermione doesn't think you are."
Smiling Harry said, "She never thinks I am."
Ron nodded in agreement and started to undress for bed. "Yeah know something mate?"
"What?" asked Harry.
"This time last year, I was kind of shy about undressing in front of you. You know after you told us the truth about yourself," Ron said now that he had taken all his clothes off.
Grinning, Harry said, "And now how do you feel?"
"Well, now that I'm dating Luna," Ron said swaying his hips from side to side, "I like to tease you, cause you can't have it."
Harry almost fell off his bed laughing.
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To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
I would like to thank Amarna, Benjis VIP, Frustrated Fan, Little-Padfoot-Jr., Makalani Asral, Omeganight and SeparatriX for reviewing my last chapter.
To answer Frustrated Fan's question ... HP & the Carbon Copies of You is almost finished, so it will be ending soon, this story and HP & the Unforgiving Son are just starting and HP & the Journey into Isolation will be awhile before it'll be done.