Harry Potter & Rejecting the Veela
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Five - the Damned Bludger!
"Good morning Harry, glad to see you could make it to see me today," beamed Albus Dumbledore as Harry entered his office.
'Its not like you gave me much choice,' Harry thought to himself. "Did you need to talk to me sir?"
"Yes, yes, I do," twinkled the Headmaster. "I understand that you and Mr. Malfoy are getting closer to one another."
"Unfortunately," Harry muttered.
"Harry, you must keep an open mind about him. Perhaps after you have bonded then you will understand things better," Dumbledore said.
"I will not bond with him!" bellowed Harry. "I do not like him and do not want him to be my spouse."
"Harry," said a disappointed Headmaster.
"Besides, he seems to be under the impression that he is going to have control over my life and money completely, including making me side with Voldemort against the Order and the Ministry."
"I'm sure you can show him the error of his ways concerning Voldemort and usually when people are married, or in your case bonded, they do share their wealth with one another."
Harry just looked at the older man like he was as barmy as his reputation said he was. "Have you heard what I've been saying? I do not like him, I do not love him and I do not want to bond with him."
"I know that you are young Harry, but you must see the advantages of this union," Dumbledore began, but Harry cut him off.
"Have you ever been married sir?"
Dumbledore was slightly taken aback; he obviously had not been expecting that question. "Harry, whether or not I have been married is irrelevant."
"How can you inform me of the greatness of marriage if you haven't been married to know it firsthand?" Harry asked pointedly.
Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively; he had been outsmarted in that argument. "Even though you are correct, I have not been married, I do know that a person like yourself will someday want to be married."
"I see," Harry replied, "In that case, do you make it a habit to play matchmaker with all the students who pass through this school?"
"Of course, I don't Harry, I leave everyone's love life to themselves," the Headmaster replied with a smile. "You know that."
"Then why do you feel the need to try and force me into this bond with someone I can't stand?"
"Harry," Dumbledore attempted to make him understand, "Once you have bonded with Mr. Malfoy, you will have the opportunity to weaken Voldemort, by perhaps taking Lucius Malfoy away a loyal follower or perhaps being able to spy upon him and reveal to our side, whatever secrets he may possess."
Harry looked at him skeptically and asked, "It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that bonding with a Veela would augment my magic by twice as much, would it? That wouldn't be your main objective?"
"I must admit that would be beneficial side effect of the bonding."
Harry sighed and continued, "I suppose the fact that I do not wish to bond or mate with Malfoy will do nothing to get you to stop trying to talk me into this madness."
"It is not madness to fall in love Harry," Dumbledore said twinkling.
"I agree," Harry admitted, "Falling in love with Justin was the best thing that ever happened to me. However, you are trying to take the one thing I have left away from me and I won't allow it."
"Nothing is being taken from you, I assure you."
"I've lost nothing?" asked Harry sarcastically. As anger grew in the pit of his stomach he continued, "I lost Sirius at the end of my fifth year, I lost Remus last year and now I am on the verge of losing myself to Malfoy and his bigotry and need to control me, just so you can use me as your damned weapon?"
"Harry …"
"NO!" bellowed the Gryffindor. "You are offering me up like some sacrificial lamb for the slaughter, just so you can use me in the short term to commit murder with this magical boost of energy and to gather whatever information you can about the Death Eaters. Which you should have anyway, since you have a built in spy among them as it is."
"Harry …" Dumbledore began again.
However, Harry cut off and said, "You can't talk your way out of this one Professor. Hermione already looked up the rights of wizards who bond with Veela or part Veela or whatever he is. I have already given my response, which was 'No,' so if you attempt to force me into this I will be contacting the ministry and taking action."
Then before the Headmaster could say another thing, Harry turned on his heels and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
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"Harry?" asked Hermione as Harry stormed into the Gryffindor common room looking like he was about to explode.
"Yeah?" answered Harry rather rudely.
Ron and Hermione shot each other worried looks before she replied, "You don't look happy."
"That is an understatement."
Ron then asked, "What's wrong mate?"
Harry sat down at the table where his two best friends had been sitting and explains, "Dumbledore actually expects me to bond with Malfoy. He seems to think that he can talk me into doing it and then I will accept it and be happy."
Both Ron's and Hermione's jaws dropped open and together they said, "WHAT?"
"I think he is getting barmier as he gets older," Ron said under his breath.
"He must have some reason for wanting Harry to do this Ron," Hermione said, trying to figure out the logic behind this apparent madness. "Now Harry, tell us exactly what he said and maybe we can figure it out."
"We don't need to do that, you've already told me why the other day," Harry said, "He wants me to bond with Malfoy in order to supercharge my magic so I can fight Voldemort more effectively. He practically admitted it to me this morning in his office."
"Oh," Hermione replied. "Well you know Harry…"
"I'm! With! Justin!" Harry said through clenched teeth.
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By the end of the week Harry had cooled off from his meeting with the Headmaster and somehow had managed to avoid both Dumbledore and Malfoy as much as possible. Harry still didn't know how he managed to do it, but he managed to have a relatively peaceful week of studying and practicing for the upcoming Quidditch match with Ravenclaw.
So on Saturday morning, Harry rose early from bed and made his way down to the Great Hall to have an early breakfast and maybe even do a bit of extra flying before the match began. However, sometimes the best plans have a way of coming unraveled. As Harry was piling breakfast onto his plate he looked up and noticed that Draco Malfoy was standing on the other side of the table looking at him mournfully.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Why are you avoiding me?" Malfoy asked while pouting.
Harry sighed and admitted, "Because Malfoy, I do not like you." Then he went back to eating his breakfast.
"You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do mean that. I do not like you. Now go away and let me eat."
However, Malfoy was not in the mood to take 'no' for an answer it seems. Harry watched as he turned on the Veela charm and again asked him seductively, "So Harry, do you still not like me?"
Looking up from spreading marmalade on his toast, Harry said, "Yep."
"I love you Draco," exclaimed a fourth year Hufflepuff girl who seemed to have gotten the full blast of the Veela charm Malfoy was projecting.
"You see Malfoy, there's a better offer right there," Harry said and went back to eating just as the other members of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall.
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Sometime later in the day, as Harry was flying high above the pitch looking for the snitch and keeping a close watch on the new Ravenclaw seeker, a young sandy haired boy who had taken Cho's place on the team after she graduated from school.
It had been almost two hours since the game had begun, and was turning into one of the longest Quidditch games Harry has played in what seems forever. He was truly enjoying himself. It also didn't hurt that Gryffindor was up thirty points over Ravenclaw and if he caught the snitch, it would put them ahead of Slytherin for the Quidditch cup that year.
It wasn't but a few moments later that Harry finally saw it, a hint of gold at the other end of the pitch near the Gryffindor goal post, where Ron was playing Keeper. Casually looking around, Harry saw his third year counterpart looking the other way and lay down on his broom and took off after the snitch.
All Harry could hear was the rush of the wind in his ears and the roar of the crowd as he raced after the tiny fluttery golden ball. His Firebolt was zooming across the pitch as fast as he could make it go and he was catching up with the snitch in record time.
With his fingers almost wrapped around the golden snitch, Harry vaguely heard someone shouting, "Watch out Harry!" in the background. However, it didn't matter, at least to Harry, as his hand was wrapped firmly around the struggling snitch as a bludger collided with the back of his head, sending him hurtling towards the pitch. Harry blacked out before he hit the ground.
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Harry woke up sometime later, once again in his home away from home, the school's hospital wing. As he lay there with his head throbbing painfully, he clearly heard some people talking and strained to hear what was being said.
"I don't care what you say, that sport is dangerous and it should be banned from the school."
"Mr. Malfoy, I don't really to remind you that you also play this dangerous game, do I?"
'Malfoy?' thought Harry, 'Damn it, I don't need him here right now.'
However, before Harry could think of anything else the school nurse, Madame Pomfrey was suddenly beside him. "Oh good, your awake again. I was becoming concerned that you weren't awake before now."
"How long was I out?" asked a groggy Harry.
"Almost two hours," Malfoy replied worriedly. "How do you feel?"
"I feel that you are bothering me Malfoy, so go away."
Malfoy actually looked like he wanted to cry when Harry said that.
"Mr. Malfoy, why don't we get out of the way, so that Madame Pomfrey can do what she need to with Harry," said the calm voice of the Headmaster.
"Thank you Albus," the nurse replied as she returned to examining Harry. "Well Mr. Potter, you seem to be the only student in the school's history with a head harder than a bludgers."
"Does that mean I can go back to Gryffindor Tower?" asked Harry hopefully.
"Hardly, you are staying here tonight and you can return tomorrow morning. However, right now I want you to take this healing potion and this dreamless sleep potion and rest."
"Damn."
- - - - -
A few hours later, in the middle of the night, Harry was roused out of his sleep by a noise in the infirmary. At first he thought nothing of it and tried to go back to sleep. However, a few moments later he heard it again and somehow managed to open on of his eyes to see what it was.
Standing beside his bed was Draco Malfoy, a completely naked Draco Malfoy.
Before Harry could do anything about it, he saw Malfoy point is wand at him and Harry soon was asleep again.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
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I would like to thank everyone who read and reviewed my work, thanks!
Yana5, yes someone will die in this story. I'll give you a hint, he's tall, pure evil and has the face of a snake!
Chapter Five - the Damned Bludger!
"Good morning Harry, glad to see you could make it to see me today," beamed Albus Dumbledore as Harry entered his office.
'Its not like you gave me much choice,' Harry thought to himself. "Did you need to talk to me sir?"
"Yes, yes, I do," twinkled the Headmaster. "I understand that you and Mr. Malfoy are getting closer to one another."
"Unfortunately," Harry muttered.
"Harry, you must keep an open mind about him. Perhaps after you have bonded then you will understand things better," Dumbledore said.
"I will not bond with him!" bellowed Harry. "I do not like him and do not want him to be my spouse."
"Harry," said a disappointed Headmaster.
"Besides, he seems to be under the impression that he is going to have control over my life and money completely, including making me side with Voldemort against the Order and the Ministry."
"I'm sure you can show him the error of his ways concerning Voldemort and usually when people are married, or in your case bonded, they do share their wealth with one another."
Harry just looked at the older man like he was as barmy as his reputation said he was. "Have you heard what I've been saying? I do not like him, I do not love him and I do not want to bond with him."
"I know that you are young Harry, but you must see the advantages of this union," Dumbledore began, but Harry cut him off.
"Have you ever been married sir?"
Dumbledore was slightly taken aback; he obviously had not been expecting that question. "Harry, whether or not I have been married is irrelevant."
"How can you inform me of the greatness of marriage if you haven't been married to know it firsthand?" Harry asked pointedly.
Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively; he had been outsmarted in that argument. "Even though you are correct, I have not been married, I do know that a person like yourself will someday want to be married."
"I see," Harry replied, "In that case, do you make it a habit to play matchmaker with all the students who pass through this school?"
"Of course, I don't Harry, I leave everyone's love life to themselves," the Headmaster replied with a smile. "You know that."
"Then why do you feel the need to try and force me into this bond with someone I can't stand?"
"Harry," Dumbledore attempted to make him understand, "Once you have bonded with Mr. Malfoy, you will have the opportunity to weaken Voldemort, by perhaps taking Lucius Malfoy away a loyal follower or perhaps being able to spy upon him and reveal to our side, whatever secrets he may possess."
Harry looked at him skeptically and asked, "It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that bonding with a Veela would augment my magic by twice as much, would it? That wouldn't be your main objective?"
"I must admit that would be beneficial side effect of the bonding."
Harry sighed and continued, "I suppose the fact that I do not wish to bond or mate with Malfoy will do nothing to get you to stop trying to talk me into this madness."
"It is not madness to fall in love Harry," Dumbledore said twinkling.
"I agree," Harry admitted, "Falling in love with Justin was the best thing that ever happened to me. However, you are trying to take the one thing I have left away from me and I won't allow it."
"Nothing is being taken from you, I assure you."
"I've lost nothing?" asked Harry sarcastically. As anger grew in the pit of his stomach he continued, "I lost Sirius at the end of my fifth year, I lost Remus last year and now I am on the verge of losing myself to Malfoy and his bigotry and need to control me, just so you can use me as your damned weapon?"
"Harry …"
"NO!" bellowed the Gryffindor. "You are offering me up like some sacrificial lamb for the slaughter, just so you can use me in the short term to commit murder with this magical boost of energy and to gather whatever information you can about the Death Eaters. Which you should have anyway, since you have a built in spy among them as it is."
"Harry …" Dumbledore began again.
However, Harry cut off and said, "You can't talk your way out of this one Professor. Hermione already looked up the rights of wizards who bond with Veela or part Veela or whatever he is. I have already given my response, which was 'No,' so if you attempt to force me into this I will be contacting the ministry and taking action."
Then before the Headmaster could say another thing, Harry turned on his heels and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
- - - - -
"Harry?" asked Hermione as Harry stormed into the Gryffindor common room looking like he was about to explode.
"Yeah?" answered Harry rather rudely.
Ron and Hermione shot each other worried looks before she replied, "You don't look happy."
"That is an understatement."
Ron then asked, "What's wrong mate?"
Harry sat down at the table where his two best friends had been sitting and explains, "Dumbledore actually expects me to bond with Malfoy. He seems to think that he can talk me into doing it and then I will accept it and be happy."
Both Ron's and Hermione's jaws dropped open and together they said, "WHAT?"
"I think he is getting barmier as he gets older," Ron said under his breath.
"He must have some reason for wanting Harry to do this Ron," Hermione said, trying to figure out the logic behind this apparent madness. "Now Harry, tell us exactly what he said and maybe we can figure it out."
"We don't need to do that, you've already told me why the other day," Harry said, "He wants me to bond with Malfoy in order to supercharge my magic so I can fight Voldemort more effectively. He practically admitted it to me this morning in his office."
"Oh," Hermione replied. "Well you know Harry…"
"I'm! With! Justin!" Harry said through clenched teeth.
- - - - -
By the end of the week Harry had cooled off from his meeting with the Headmaster and somehow had managed to avoid both Dumbledore and Malfoy as much as possible. Harry still didn't know how he managed to do it, but he managed to have a relatively peaceful week of studying and practicing for the upcoming Quidditch match with Ravenclaw.
So on Saturday morning, Harry rose early from bed and made his way down to the Great Hall to have an early breakfast and maybe even do a bit of extra flying before the match began. However, sometimes the best plans have a way of coming unraveled. As Harry was piling breakfast onto his plate he looked up and noticed that Draco Malfoy was standing on the other side of the table looking at him mournfully.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Why are you avoiding me?" Malfoy asked while pouting.
Harry sighed and admitted, "Because Malfoy, I do not like you." Then he went back to eating his breakfast.
"You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do mean that. I do not like you. Now go away and let me eat."
However, Malfoy was not in the mood to take 'no' for an answer it seems. Harry watched as he turned on the Veela charm and again asked him seductively, "So Harry, do you still not like me?"
Looking up from spreading marmalade on his toast, Harry said, "Yep."
"I love you Draco," exclaimed a fourth year Hufflepuff girl who seemed to have gotten the full blast of the Veela charm Malfoy was projecting.
"You see Malfoy, there's a better offer right there," Harry said and went back to eating just as the other members of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall.
- - - - -
Sometime later in the day, as Harry was flying high above the pitch looking for the snitch and keeping a close watch on the new Ravenclaw seeker, a young sandy haired boy who had taken Cho's place on the team after she graduated from school.
It had been almost two hours since the game had begun, and was turning into one of the longest Quidditch games Harry has played in what seems forever. He was truly enjoying himself. It also didn't hurt that Gryffindor was up thirty points over Ravenclaw and if he caught the snitch, it would put them ahead of Slytherin for the Quidditch cup that year.
It wasn't but a few moments later that Harry finally saw it, a hint of gold at the other end of the pitch near the Gryffindor goal post, where Ron was playing Keeper. Casually looking around, Harry saw his third year counterpart looking the other way and lay down on his broom and took off after the snitch.
All Harry could hear was the rush of the wind in his ears and the roar of the crowd as he raced after the tiny fluttery golden ball. His Firebolt was zooming across the pitch as fast as he could make it go and he was catching up with the snitch in record time.
With his fingers almost wrapped around the golden snitch, Harry vaguely heard someone shouting, "Watch out Harry!" in the background. However, it didn't matter, at least to Harry, as his hand was wrapped firmly around the struggling snitch as a bludger collided with the back of his head, sending him hurtling towards the pitch. Harry blacked out before he hit the ground.
- - - - -
Harry woke up sometime later, once again in his home away from home, the school's hospital wing. As he lay there with his head throbbing painfully, he clearly heard some people talking and strained to hear what was being said.
"I don't care what you say, that sport is dangerous and it should be banned from the school."
"Mr. Malfoy, I don't really to remind you that you also play this dangerous game, do I?"
'Malfoy?' thought Harry, 'Damn it, I don't need him here right now.'
However, before Harry could think of anything else the school nurse, Madame Pomfrey was suddenly beside him. "Oh good, your awake again. I was becoming concerned that you weren't awake before now."
"How long was I out?" asked a groggy Harry.
"Almost two hours," Malfoy replied worriedly. "How do you feel?"
"I feel that you are bothering me Malfoy, so go away."
Malfoy actually looked like he wanted to cry when Harry said that.
"Mr. Malfoy, why don't we get out of the way, so that Madame Pomfrey can do what she need to with Harry," said the calm voice of the Headmaster.
"Thank you Albus," the nurse replied as she returned to examining Harry. "Well Mr. Potter, you seem to be the only student in the school's history with a head harder than a bludgers."
"Does that mean I can go back to Gryffindor Tower?" asked Harry hopefully.
"Hardly, you are staying here tonight and you can return tomorrow morning. However, right now I want you to take this healing potion and this dreamless sleep potion and rest."
"Damn."
- - - - -
A few hours later, in the middle of the night, Harry was roused out of his sleep by a noise in the infirmary. At first he thought nothing of it and tried to go back to sleep. However, a few moments later he heard it again and somehow managed to open on of his eyes to see what it was.
Standing beside his bed was Draco Malfoy, a completely naked Draco Malfoy.
Before Harry could do anything about it, he saw Malfoy point is wand at him and Harry soon was asleep again.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
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I would like to thank everyone who read and reviewed my work, thanks!
Yana5, yes someone will die in this story. I'll give you a hint, he's tall, pure evil and has the face of a snake!