Harry Potter & Rejecting the Veela
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Seven - Trapped
"Justin, please listen to me."
"Leave me alone Harry, you're married now."
"Like hell I am!" spat the Gryffindor.
Finally the Hufflepuff stopped running away from Harry and turning to him said, "Professor Dumbledore made it perfectly clear to me that any relationship that once existed between us is over and can never be again."
"He said that?" asked Harry who was seething with fury.
"Yes."
"We'll see about that," Harry said and grabbed Justin and claimed the Hufflepuff's mouth with his own. Justin almost immediately melted into the embrace and flung his arms around Harry's neck as Harry snaked his own around Justin's waist.
"Wow," breathed Justin when they broke apart.
"Come on," Harry said grabbing Justin's hand, "We're going to Gryffindor Tower."
"No, Harry, wait."
"Why?"
With a look of mischief Justin says, "Hufflepuff dorms are closer."
Then the two boys run down the stairs hand and hand towards the Hufflepuff common room.
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Sometime later, Harry and Justin were lying in Justin's bed up in the boy's dormitory, just holding each other and relaxing in the moment.
"That was amazing Harry."
"You were pretty terrific yourself," Harry said lazily as he gently kissed his lover's forehead.
However, moments later, Susan Bones came rushing into the room to find Harry. "Harry? Are you in here?" but stopped in mid-thought when she saw the two naked boys in bed together. "Wow!" she breathed as Harry pulled a blanket over their exposed nether regions.
"Something I can do for you Susan?" asked Harry, who was blushing slightly.
"Yeah, but Justin would kill me if I asked for it."
"Hey," Justin said as Harry smirked. "He's mine."
Susan snapped out of her gazing and remembered why she came in to begin with. "Harry, Malfoy is trying to claw his way into our common room. I think he may know what you two were doing in here."
"Damn that little ferret," Harry said as he threw the covers back, quickly found his wand and cast a quick cleaning charm on himself and grabbed his boxers and put them on, no longer caring if Susan saw him now or not. Which she did, and as she had never seen the Boy-Who-Lived naked before, her eyebrows went up into her hairline.
As soon as Harry was completely dressed, he said, "Justin stay in here, he may try to kill you again." Then Harry was out the door and on his way to deal with Draco Malfoy with Susan Bones hot on his heels.
When Harry reached the common room he heard Malfoy beating on the wall, trying to get in.
"LET ME IN!" he bellowed, "I KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN THERE SHAGGING YOUR LITTLE BITCH HARRY! YOU ARE MINE NOW AND YOU CAN'T DO THAT ANYMORE!"
"What a little drama queen," Harry muttered as he opened the common room door and stepped out into the hallway to deal with his nemesis. "What do you want Malfoy?" Harry spat at him.
"You, Harry, I want you," he said calmly the moment he found his bond mate.
"Well you can't have me and you know that, so why are you here?"
The Slytherin sneered at Harry; Malfoy's were not used to not getting their way. "We are bonded! You do not get to go around shagging whomever you like as you belong to me now."
"Really?" asked Harry, "Does that go equal for you?"
"Malfoy's can do whatever they like."
"Do you think that I would stand for that kind of abuse from you for one moment? I am not your mother Malfoy; do not expect me to blindly do your bidding whenever you think I should. That will never happen!" said Harry with conviction.
"Yes, because you love me."
Harry laughed and said, "You mean I loathe you."
Visibly hurt Draco said, "I love you Harry."
"No you do not, you only think that you do because of your Veela thing you have going on," Harry said. "You only love yourself."
Trembling with anger or perhaps he was truly about to cry, Draco Malfoy ran off towards the dungeons, probably to find Professor Snape for guidance.
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A short time later, Harry entered the Gryffindor common room looking rather depressed about the whole Veela business he found himself in. Quickly spotting his friends in the common room, he approached them.
"Hey guys."
"Harry, I thought you were supposed to be in your new quarters with Malfoy," Hermione said.
"No, I moved out shortly after I arrived. Didn't Dobby bring my things back to the tower?"
"Yeah, mate, your trunk is back where it belongs. I kind of forgot to tell the girls though," Ron said.
Ginny rolled her eyes and Hermione asked, "How could you forget that?"
"Well, Luna was here at the time," Ron admitted, but didn't want to continue as to what she might have done to make him forget something like that.
Even Harry was rolling his eyes now at his best friend. "Anyway," he said, interrupting the soon to be argument between Ron and his sister, "Hermione, you told me about a potion that strips a part Veela of its heritage the other day. Do you have the recipe for it still?"
"I think so Harry, why?"
"We're brewing it," Harry said with conviction. "Malfoy was just down at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room trying to get in to get Justin again."
"And why would he be doing that Harry Potter?"
"Come on Hermione," Ginny said, "Just look at him. He just strolled in here looking freshly shagged, why do you think Malfoy would be jealous?"
Ron grinned as Harry looked at his feet sheepishly.
"I know that Ginny," Hermione said, "I just wanted him to admit it."
"Okay, I admit it, I got Justin back and I'm not letting him go," Harry admitted.
To which Hermione gave him a pointed look that said, 'You're not telling everything.'
Defeated, Harry continued to admit, "And we had really great sex."
"Happy now Hermione, he admitted it," Ginny said while laughing.
"Does that mean we can brew the potion now?" asked Harry expectantly.
"I suppose. Have you heard back from the Auror's yet?"
"No, not yet, but …" Harry said, but paused when he realized something important about himself. "I don't think I have it in me to have him put to death."
"Why not?" asked Ron incredulously, "If it were the other way round, he'd do it in a heart beat."
"I know," Harry admitted, "but I'm not him and I don't have the heart to do it."
Hermione took over at this point, "Well, as I told you before Harry, it will take at least six months to brew this potion and we're going to need help to do it."
"I'm sure that we know several students who are good at potions to help us. Everyone hates Malfoy," Ron said knowingly.
"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of a teacher to help us in this effort."
"Like who?" asked Harry, Ron and Ginny together.
"Professor Snape."
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The next morning everyone was making their way down to the Great Hall to have breakfast before their first class of the day. Harry was walking in the middle of the group of seventh years with the Marauder's Map in his hand watching out for a tiny dot with Malfoy's name on it. He was going to do his best to avoid him as much as possible.
"Harry, I don't know why you are bothering looking at the map," whispered Hermione. "Malfoy is just going to ambush you in the Great Hall anyway."
"I know, but this way I can see him coming," Harry replied.
"Yeah, Hermione, lay off Harry, he's having a very bad week as it is," Ron said heatedly at her.
"Oh, all right," Hermione said huffily. "Where is he anyway?"
Harry checked the map again and replies, "He seems to be sitting at the Slytherin table already. Maybe if we're lucky I can sneak in and he won't see me at all."
"I wouldn't bet on it mate," Ron said as they entered the Great Hall and noticed that Malfoy was suddenly staring at them. "I think he already knows that you've arrived."
"Damn."
Harry watched as Malfoy rise from his seat at the Slytherin table and started to walk calmly towards him. Thinking quickly, he handed to the Marauder's Map silently to Hermione, so that she could hide it from Malfoy, since he didn't know it even existed.
"Harry," Malfoy calmly addressed the Gryffindor.
"What do you want Malfoy?" hissed Ron.
"I've come to take my mate to the Slytherin table to have breakfast, as is my right."
"Take me?" asked Harry through gritted teeth. "As in force me to do it against my will? You don't really think I'm just going to do that are you?"
"Of course, you will," Malfoy replied, his calm façade slipping away. "You are my mate and you will do as you are told to do."
"Uh Oh," Ron and Hermione said together and took a step back from Harry, but still within reach in case he felt like drawing his wand or worse, his fists on the Veela.
"Told?" Harry asked in barely contained fury as he clenched his hands into fists.
"Yes, told. You need to learn your new place Harry and the sooner you do it, the better off we'll both be."
"My place?" said Harry so loud that it drew the attention of most of the students in the Great Hall and some of the teachers, who were watching anyway, but were pretending they weren't.
"Yes, your place as the bride of the Malfoy heir."
"Understand this now, Malfoy, I am going to be eating at the Gryffindor table with my housemates and then afterward I will be going with them to class," Harry said heatedly, but with distinction and then turn to move towards the other Gryffindors.
However, Malfoy grabbed Harry's left arm in order to drag him forcefully to the Slytherin table. This was the wrong thing to do at that moment, as Harry sunk his right fist right into Malfoy's stomach causing the Veela to double over in pain and let go of his arm.
Instantly Professor McGonagall was on her feet and flying down the isle towards the scene.
"Mr. Potter, what were you thinking?"
"Defending myself from Malfoy, who seems to think I am his personal property," Harry replied quickly.
The Transfiguration teacher gave the Gryffindor a stern look and said, "Take your seats at the table and have breakfast while I sort this out, but I will be speaking with you about this later Mr. Potter."
"Yes Professor."
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"Harry, I was wondering if I might have a word with you."
Harry sighed and replies "Are you going to try and talk me into mating with Malfoy again?"
Twinkling, the Headmaster says, "I have tried several times already and you seem quite set against this course of action my dear boy. So no, I will try to talk you into it again."
A smile crept to Harry's lips, "Thank you."
"Not at all, my boy, not at all. However, I would like to know why you are so against this bonding."
Harry's jaw dropped open as he stared at the Headmaster, and slowly he said, "Well, sir, I do not like him."
Chuckling, Professor Dumbledore said, "I gathered that already Harry. What is it precisely that you do not like in Mister Malfoy?"
"Well," Harry began as he and the Headmaster started to walk down the corridor, "He's self centered, he's selfish, he's a bigot, he treats the students in other houses like they are the dirt beneath his feet, he's spoiled beyond belief, he boasts that he practices the dark arts, he is the son of a known Voldemort supporter and is most likely going to join the Death Eaters when he graduates from school."
With his eyes twinkling once again, Dumbledore says, "Is that all Harry?"
"No there's more, but it's mostly to do with the way he treats me specifically."
"How is that?"
Harry did not want to go into the details, but he thought that if he told Dumbledore everything, then maybe he'd agree that they should not have bonded after all. "He treats me like a thing and not like a person, like I'm his trophy or something. He doesn't listen to a thing I say and does as he wishes no matter what I say or do to the contrary."
"So you want him to respect you then Harry?"
"Yes," Harry said and then corrected himself. "No," but that wasn't the right answer either. "I do not want to be his mate period, but if he had wanted to pursue me instead of forcing me into this, then yeah, I would have liked it if he had respected me as a person."
"But you were not inclined to allow him to begin with?" asked the Headmaster.
"No, not particularly," Harry admitted. "I am with Justin and I love him."
"Humph."
Harry had heard that sound and stopped in the corridor to ask, "What was that?"
"I didn't hear anything," replied the Headmaster quickly. Then the two continued to walk as Professor Dumbledore asked, "Now Harry, if you and Mr. Finch-Fletchley hadn't been in a relationship already, would you have considered Mr. Malfoy's request to pursue you?"
"I don't know," Harry began, "but probably not. He is too underhanded and I wouldn't have been able to trust him until I knew everything about the situation and I highly doubt he would have been forthcoming with answers." In fact Harry thought he would sneer at him and tell him it was none of his business what a Malfoy did.
"Is there nothing nice you can say about Mr. Malfoy Harry?"
Harry was silent as he thought about it and after a couple of minutes as they walked down the corridor he finally said, "Malfoy is a good flyer."
Dumbledore chuckled and asked, "Is that all you can think to say about him?"
"Pretty much and saying that was a stretch."
"I am a damn great flyer!" Malfoy said as he pulled in invisibility cloak off of himself.
Dumbledore sighed as Harry said, "Is that my cloak?"
"No, Harry, it isn't," the Headmaster replies sadly. "I borrowed it from a friend. I just wanted Mr. Malfoy to hear what you had to say about your relationship with him, since he was very upset with you for cheating on him yesterday."
"I did not cheat," Harry said heatedly as he stared Malfoy down.
"Yes, you did!" Malfoy replied to his stare.
"NO! I did not!"
"Gentlemen," Dumbledore said loudly as the two were beginning to have an argument. "I think perhaps it would be best if we went somewhere private to discuss this situation and not in a public corridor of the school."
Grudgingly both boys agreed to it and followed the Headmaster to a nearby lounge area, which was hidden behind a statue of fierce looking hippogriff that Harry had never seen before. Once they entered the room, the door closed behind them and they were in a room that looked very similar to the Gryffindor common room, except for the color scheme. This room held no house colors in it, but was rather a creams and navy blues, which made it a very comfortable looking room.
"Now gentlemen," Dumbledore began, "I know you both have much to discuss about your current situation with one another." Then looking over to Harry, who had taken a seat in a wingback chair the Headmaster continued, "Harry, you must keep an open mind and listen to why Mr. Malfoy did this. He does have a very good reason for performing the bonding incantation with you that evening. I would like it very much if you listened as he explained it to you."
Then turning to the part Veela who was sitting on a settee and looking very smug, Dumbledore said, "And Mr. Malfoy, you need to listen to Harry and treat him like a person and not as if he was some great trophy for the taking. He is a living breathing person who has a destiny to fulfill and you can either play a part in its completion or you can stay out of the way, but Harry will not allow you to hinder him in any way. Also I would suggest that you learn to explain yourself and not treat him disrespectfully."
"Now, with that being said," the Headmaster paused with a twinkle in his eye, "I think I shall leave you here to get on with your discussion." Then he turned and made his way to the entrance to the room where he paused and added, "Oh yes, before I forget, I took the liberty of having your things removed and placed into the two different bedrooms that are attached to this common room, so that you can be comfortable. The house elves will be bringing your meals here for as long as you need to be together." Then he was gone and the hippogriff that guarded the entrance to the common room was sealed shut, trapping both teens in.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
Chapter Seven - Trapped
"Justin, please listen to me."
"Leave me alone Harry, you're married now."
"Like hell I am!" spat the Gryffindor.
Finally the Hufflepuff stopped running away from Harry and turning to him said, "Professor Dumbledore made it perfectly clear to me that any relationship that once existed between us is over and can never be again."
"He said that?" asked Harry who was seething with fury.
"Yes."
"We'll see about that," Harry said and grabbed Justin and claimed the Hufflepuff's mouth with his own. Justin almost immediately melted into the embrace and flung his arms around Harry's neck as Harry snaked his own around Justin's waist.
"Wow," breathed Justin when they broke apart.
"Come on," Harry said grabbing Justin's hand, "We're going to Gryffindor Tower."
"No, Harry, wait."
"Why?"
With a look of mischief Justin says, "Hufflepuff dorms are closer."
Then the two boys run down the stairs hand and hand towards the Hufflepuff common room.
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Sometime later, Harry and Justin were lying in Justin's bed up in the boy's dormitory, just holding each other and relaxing in the moment.
"That was amazing Harry."
"You were pretty terrific yourself," Harry said lazily as he gently kissed his lover's forehead.
However, moments later, Susan Bones came rushing into the room to find Harry. "Harry? Are you in here?" but stopped in mid-thought when she saw the two naked boys in bed together. "Wow!" she breathed as Harry pulled a blanket over their exposed nether regions.
"Something I can do for you Susan?" asked Harry, who was blushing slightly.
"Yeah, but Justin would kill me if I asked for it."
"Hey," Justin said as Harry smirked. "He's mine."
Susan snapped out of her gazing and remembered why she came in to begin with. "Harry, Malfoy is trying to claw his way into our common room. I think he may know what you two were doing in here."
"Damn that little ferret," Harry said as he threw the covers back, quickly found his wand and cast a quick cleaning charm on himself and grabbed his boxers and put them on, no longer caring if Susan saw him now or not. Which she did, and as she had never seen the Boy-Who-Lived naked before, her eyebrows went up into her hairline.
As soon as Harry was completely dressed, he said, "Justin stay in here, he may try to kill you again." Then Harry was out the door and on his way to deal with Draco Malfoy with Susan Bones hot on his heels.
When Harry reached the common room he heard Malfoy beating on the wall, trying to get in.
"LET ME IN!" he bellowed, "I KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN THERE SHAGGING YOUR LITTLE BITCH HARRY! YOU ARE MINE NOW AND YOU CAN'T DO THAT ANYMORE!"
"What a little drama queen," Harry muttered as he opened the common room door and stepped out into the hallway to deal with his nemesis. "What do you want Malfoy?" Harry spat at him.
"You, Harry, I want you," he said calmly the moment he found his bond mate.
"Well you can't have me and you know that, so why are you here?"
The Slytherin sneered at Harry; Malfoy's were not used to not getting their way. "We are bonded! You do not get to go around shagging whomever you like as you belong to me now."
"Really?" asked Harry, "Does that go equal for you?"
"Malfoy's can do whatever they like."
"Do you think that I would stand for that kind of abuse from you for one moment? I am not your mother Malfoy; do not expect me to blindly do your bidding whenever you think I should. That will never happen!" said Harry with conviction.
"Yes, because you love me."
Harry laughed and said, "You mean I loathe you."
Visibly hurt Draco said, "I love you Harry."
"No you do not, you only think that you do because of your Veela thing you have going on," Harry said. "You only love yourself."
Trembling with anger or perhaps he was truly about to cry, Draco Malfoy ran off towards the dungeons, probably to find Professor Snape for guidance.
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A short time later, Harry entered the Gryffindor common room looking rather depressed about the whole Veela business he found himself in. Quickly spotting his friends in the common room, he approached them.
"Hey guys."
"Harry, I thought you were supposed to be in your new quarters with Malfoy," Hermione said.
"No, I moved out shortly after I arrived. Didn't Dobby bring my things back to the tower?"
"Yeah, mate, your trunk is back where it belongs. I kind of forgot to tell the girls though," Ron said.
Ginny rolled her eyes and Hermione asked, "How could you forget that?"
"Well, Luna was here at the time," Ron admitted, but didn't want to continue as to what she might have done to make him forget something like that.
Even Harry was rolling his eyes now at his best friend. "Anyway," he said, interrupting the soon to be argument between Ron and his sister, "Hermione, you told me about a potion that strips a part Veela of its heritage the other day. Do you have the recipe for it still?"
"I think so Harry, why?"
"We're brewing it," Harry said with conviction. "Malfoy was just down at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room trying to get in to get Justin again."
"And why would he be doing that Harry Potter?"
"Come on Hermione," Ginny said, "Just look at him. He just strolled in here looking freshly shagged, why do you think Malfoy would be jealous?"
Ron grinned as Harry looked at his feet sheepishly.
"I know that Ginny," Hermione said, "I just wanted him to admit it."
"Okay, I admit it, I got Justin back and I'm not letting him go," Harry admitted.
To which Hermione gave him a pointed look that said, 'You're not telling everything.'
Defeated, Harry continued to admit, "And we had really great sex."
"Happy now Hermione, he admitted it," Ginny said while laughing.
"Does that mean we can brew the potion now?" asked Harry expectantly.
"I suppose. Have you heard back from the Auror's yet?"
"No, not yet, but …" Harry said, but paused when he realized something important about himself. "I don't think I have it in me to have him put to death."
"Why not?" asked Ron incredulously, "If it were the other way round, he'd do it in a heart beat."
"I know," Harry admitted, "but I'm not him and I don't have the heart to do it."
Hermione took over at this point, "Well, as I told you before Harry, it will take at least six months to brew this potion and we're going to need help to do it."
"I'm sure that we know several students who are good at potions to help us. Everyone hates Malfoy," Ron said knowingly.
"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of a teacher to help us in this effort."
"Like who?" asked Harry, Ron and Ginny together.
"Professor Snape."
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The next morning everyone was making their way down to the Great Hall to have breakfast before their first class of the day. Harry was walking in the middle of the group of seventh years with the Marauder's Map in his hand watching out for a tiny dot with Malfoy's name on it. He was going to do his best to avoid him as much as possible.
"Harry, I don't know why you are bothering looking at the map," whispered Hermione. "Malfoy is just going to ambush you in the Great Hall anyway."
"I know, but this way I can see him coming," Harry replied.
"Yeah, Hermione, lay off Harry, he's having a very bad week as it is," Ron said heatedly at her.
"Oh, all right," Hermione said huffily. "Where is he anyway?"
Harry checked the map again and replies, "He seems to be sitting at the Slytherin table already. Maybe if we're lucky I can sneak in and he won't see me at all."
"I wouldn't bet on it mate," Ron said as they entered the Great Hall and noticed that Malfoy was suddenly staring at them. "I think he already knows that you've arrived."
"Damn."
Harry watched as Malfoy rise from his seat at the Slytherin table and started to walk calmly towards him. Thinking quickly, he handed to the Marauder's Map silently to Hermione, so that she could hide it from Malfoy, since he didn't know it even existed.
"Harry," Malfoy calmly addressed the Gryffindor.
"What do you want Malfoy?" hissed Ron.
"I've come to take my mate to the Slytherin table to have breakfast, as is my right."
"Take me?" asked Harry through gritted teeth. "As in force me to do it against my will? You don't really think I'm just going to do that are you?"
"Of course, you will," Malfoy replied, his calm façade slipping away. "You are my mate and you will do as you are told to do."
"Uh Oh," Ron and Hermione said together and took a step back from Harry, but still within reach in case he felt like drawing his wand or worse, his fists on the Veela.
"Told?" Harry asked in barely contained fury as he clenched his hands into fists.
"Yes, told. You need to learn your new place Harry and the sooner you do it, the better off we'll both be."
"My place?" said Harry so loud that it drew the attention of most of the students in the Great Hall and some of the teachers, who were watching anyway, but were pretending they weren't.
"Yes, your place as the bride of the Malfoy heir."
"Understand this now, Malfoy, I am going to be eating at the Gryffindor table with my housemates and then afterward I will be going with them to class," Harry said heatedly, but with distinction and then turn to move towards the other Gryffindors.
However, Malfoy grabbed Harry's left arm in order to drag him forcefully to the Slytherin table. This was the wrong thing to do at that moment, as Harry sunk his right fist right into Malfoy's stomach causing the Veela to double over in pain and let go of his arm.
Instantly Professor McGonagall was on her feet and flying down the isle towards the scene.
"Mr. Potter, what were you thinking?"
"Defending myself from Malfoy, who seems to think I am his personal property," Harry replied quickly.
The Transfiguration teacher gave the Gryffindor a stern look and said, "Take your seats at the table and have breakfast while I sort this out, but I will be speaking with you about this later Mr. Potter."
"Yes Professor."
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"Harry, I was wondering if I might have a word with you."
Harry sighed and replies "Are you going to try and talk me into mating with Malfoy again?"
Twinkling, the Headmaster says, "I have tried several times already and you seem quite set against this course of action my dear boy. So no, I will try to talk you into it again."
A smile crept to Harry's lips, "Thank you."
"Not at all, my boy, not at all. However, I would like to know why you are so against this bonding."
Harry's jaw dropped open as he stared at the Headmaster, and slowly he said, "Well, sir, I do not like him."
Chuckling, Professor Dumbledore said, "I gathered that already Harry. What is it precisely that you do not like in Mister Malfoy?"
"Well," Harry began as he and the Headmaster started to walk down the corridor, "He's self centered, he's selfish, he's a bigot, he treats the students in other houses like they are the dirt beneath his feet, he's spoiled beyond belief, he boasts that he practices the dark arts, he is the son of a known Voldemort supporter and is most likely going to join the Death Eaters when he graduates from school."
With his eyes twinkling once again, Dumbledore says, "Is that all Harry?"
"No there's more, but it's mostly to do with the way he treats me specifically."
"How is that?"
Harry did not want to go into the details, but he thought that if he told Dumbledore everything, then maybe he'd agree that they should not have bonded after all. "He treats me like a thing and not like a person, like I'm his trophy or something. He doesn't listen to a thing I say and does as he wishes no matter what I say or do to the contrary."
"So you want him to respect you then Harry?"
"Yes," Harry said and then corrected himself. "No," but that wasn't the right answer either. "I do not want to be his mate period, but if he had wanted to pursue me instead of forcing me into this, then yeah, I would have liked it if he had respected me as a person."
"But you were not inclined to allow him to begin with?" asked the Headmaster.
"No, not particularly," Harry admitted. "I am with Justin and I love him."
"Humph."
Harry had heard that sound and stopped in the corridor to ask, "What was that?"
"I didn't hear anything," replied the Headmaster quickly. Then the two continued to walk as Professor Dumbledore asked, "Now Harry, if you and Mr. Finch-Fletchley hadn't been in a relationship already, would you have considered Mr. Malfoy's request to pursue you?"
"I don't know," Harry began, "but probably not. He is too underhanded and I wouldn't have been able to trust him until I knew everything about the situation and I highly doubt he would have been forthcoming with answers." In fact Harry thought he would sneer at him and tell him it was none of his business what a Malfoy did.
"Is there nothing nice you can say about Mr. Malfoy Harry?"
Harry was silent as he thought about it and after a couple of minutes as they walked down the corridor he finally said, "Malfoy is a good flyer."
Dumbledore chuckled and asked, "Is that all you can think to say about him?"
"Pretty much and saying that was a stretch."
"I am a damn great flyer!" Malfoy said as he pulled in invisibility cloak off of himself.
Dumbledore sighed as Harry said, "Is that my cloak?"
"No, Harry, it isn't," the Headmaster replies sadly. "I borrowed it from a friend. I just wanted Mr. Malfoy to hear what you had to say about your relationship with him, since he was very upset with you for cheating on him yesterday."
"I did not cheat," Harry said heatedly as he stared Malfoy down.
"Yes, you did!" Malfoy replied to his stare.
"NO! I did not!"
"Gentlemen," Dumbledore said loudly as the two were beginning to have an argument. "I think perhaps it would be best if we went somewhere private to discuss this situation and not in a public corridor of the school."
Grudgingly both boys agreed to it and followed the Headmaster to a nearby lounge area, which was hidden behind a statue of fierce looking hippogriff that Harry had never seen before. Once they entered the room, the door closed behind them and they were in a room that looked very similar to the Gryffindor common room, except for the color scheme. This room held no house colors in it, but was rather a creams and navy blues, which made it a very comfortable looking room.
"Now gentlemen," Dumbledore began, "I know you both have much to discuss about your current situation with one another." Then looking over to Harry, who had taken a seat in a wingback chair the Headmaster continued, "Harry, you must keep an open mind and listen to why Mr. Malfoy did this. He does have a very good reason for performing the bonding incantation with you that evening. I would like it very much if you listened as he explained it to you."
Then turning to the part Veela who was sitting on a settee and looking very smug, Dumbledore said, "And Mr. Malfoy, you need to listen to Harry and treat him like a person and not as if he was some great trophy for the taking. He is a living breathing person who has a destiny to fulfill and you can either play a part in its completion or you can stay out of the way, but Harry will not allow you to hinder him in any way. Also I would suggest that you learn to explain yourself and not treat him disrespectfully."
"Now, with that being said," the Headmaster paused with a twinkle in his eye, "I think I shall leave you here to get on with your discussion." Then he turned and made his way to the entrance to the room where he paused and added, "Oh yes, before I forget, I took the liberty of having your things removed and placed into the two different bedrooms that are attached to this common room, so that you can be comfortable. The house elves will be bringing your meals here for as long as you need to be together." Then he was gone and the hippogriff that guarded the entrance to the common room was sealed shut, trapping both teens in.
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