Harry Potter & the Rejecting the Veela

By the Short Fat Fag

Chapter Eight – The Coming of the Aurors

"Bastard!" exclaimed Harry as he attempted to open the sealed portal into the school corridor.

"What's wrong Harry?" purred Malfoy sweetly.

"That barmy old codger has locked us in together," spat Harry. Then turning to look at his opponent, he began, "What do you … What the?"

Harry stood there with his eyes about to pop out of his head as he watched his arch rival begin to remove his clothes. "What are you doing Malfoy?"

Smirking, the Slytherin replies, "What's it look like Harry? I'm undressing so that we can finish what we began in the infirmary."

"No we're not! Dumbledore brought us here to talk and not to shag each other senseless," countered the Gryffindor.

"Whatever," Malfoy said with a smirk, as the remainder of his clothing was removed with magic and he began to point his wand at Harry to perform that same little charm again. However, before the part Veela could utter the first syllable of the incantation…

"Expelliarmus!" cried Harry with his wand pointed at his arch rival turned husband and sending him flying into a nearby bookcase and his wand flying right into Harry's hand.

"Uhhh," stated Malfoy without any form of dignity as he rose from the floor and began to search for his wand.

"Looking for this?"

"Give me back my wand, Potter," demanded the angry Slytherin.

"Oh ho," Harry said pleasantly now that he had Malfoy's wand. "Its 'Harry' when you want to have your leg over, but its 'Potter' for everything else, is it?"

"That's right," admitted the spoiled naked Slytherin.

Sighing, Harry lowers his wand and asks, "Do you really think that I am just going to roll over and say, 'Yes, please take me now', do you?"

"You are my mate," Draco began, but Harry stopped him.

"Seriously Malfoy, think about the question. Have I ever done or said anything where you are concerned to let you think that I would be willing to freely enter into marriage with you?"

Reluctantly, Malfoy said, "No."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you and you ignore me unless we're fighting," Malfoy admitted slowly, as if hoping Harry would grow impatient and interrupt him again, which didn't happen.

"So why didn't you fight with me then?" asked a confused Harry.

Moving closer to the raven haired youth, the part Veela said, "Because you don't love me when we fight, you just hate me then, just like you did last year when I tried that tactic."

"Why didn't you just talk to me about all of this instead of just forcing me into this? I would have listened to you, I probably would have had a tough time trying to accept it, but I would have listened," Harry admitted as the very naked Slytherin stepped even closer to him and brought his hand up to gently caress Harry's cheek.

"I thought …" Malfoy stammered, "I just …"

However, instead of doing the right thing and finishing his thought, Malfoy's other hand snakes around Harry waist and pulls him very close to his body and presses his erection against Harry's body.

Through gritted teeth Harry warningly says, "MALFOY!"

With lust filling his eyes, Malfoy says, "It's time my love, we will have the most beautiful son together, a true heir of the Malfoy fortune."

"NO! We! Will! Not!" and with wand in hand, Harry performs the Jelly-Legs Jinx on his rival before bolting to the door with his name on it and locking himself in.

"You can't stay in there forever, Harry."

"Wanna bet?"

About an hour later as Harry was sitting at the window wondering how his life became so messed up he feels something tapping on the outer limits of his mind and immediately thinks Voldemort is trying something against him again. Immediately Harry strengthens his mind against the attack, only to discover that it is not coming from the dark wizard, but rather another source. One much closer to himself and on the other side of the door.

"Malfoy?" asked Harry under his breath, wondering if these sensations are truly coming from him. Then something that he learned once in Defense Against the Dark Arts pops into his head. 'Veela often forge mental links with their chosen mates.'

Taking several cleansing breaths Harry calms himself and slowly allows the Slytherin access to his thoughts, which the greedy Slytherin takes full advantage of. Slowly Harry direct Malfoy to the thoughts he has chosen for him to relive, which are not the one the blonde was searching for he is sure.

Moments later Harry hears Malfoy cry out in agony on the other side of the door as he has just relived every single time the Gryffindor was hit with the cruciatus curse.

Smiling Harry thinks, 'Serves him right.'

A few hours later Harry is awoken from his slumber against the window and hears someone pounding on the outer door to the common room.

"Mister Potter? Are you in there?"

Harry was about to open his bedroom door and answer when he heard Malfoy say, "Yes, he is here, but you can't come in right now, we are in the middle of a mating ritual."

"LIKE HELL WE ARE!" bellowed Harry as he removed all the wards he had placed around his bedroom and flung the door open and started towards the outer door. "I'm in here, but I can't open the door, we've been sealed in."

Through the door, Harry heard someone ask, "Who sealed you in Mister Potter?"

"The Headmaster did it," replied Harry without any loyalty to Dumbledore, he had after all forced Harry into his situation against his will.

"Don't worry; we'll try to get you out of there."

"He doesn't want out, we're going to mate soon," Malfoy said to the person on the other side of the door.

"NO! WE ARE NOT!" Harry bellowed back to the part Veela as he took out his wand.

"You wouldn't hex me would you Harry?" asked Malfoy sadly, who was still without his wand.

"I will if you try and stop me from leaving," Harry replied matter of factly with his wand pointed at the spot between Malfoy's eyes.

However, before either of the two teens could do anything the Hippogriff that guarded the entrance suddenly opened to reveal a group of Aurors and Professor McGonagall standing there.

"What is going on in here?" asked the Transfiguration teacher sternly.

"Defending myself Professor," replied Harry, not taking his eyes off of Malfoy.

"I can see that Potter, however, what I meant was have you been forced into any further … ah that is to say …"

Smiling at the awkward ending of the sentence Harry said calmly, "No Professor, he has been unsuccessful in forcing me to go to bed with him."

"Good," she replied and turning to the Aurors, she continued, "Here are the two students in question gentlemen; I have found them for you as I said I would, so you can now perform your duty." With that she directed Harry to the same winged back chair he had occupied earlier and she took a seat in another one near by.

"Are you Draco Ulysses Malfoy?" asked a gruff and imposing looking Auror.

"Yes, I am sir," Malfoy politely replied. "Why do you want to know?"

"There has been a serious complaint filed against you at the Ministry of Magic concerning an illegal forced bonding ritual you performed on a Harry James Potter."

"Illegal?" Malfoy replied as he turned on the Veela charm. "There was nothing illegal about it."

For a moment the older Auror swayed in place as if dizzy and said, "Of course you are correct young man, nothing illegal what so ever. Did you know that I am the newly appointed head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and that I have captured more Death Eaters than anyone else at the Ministry?"

Smiling Malfoy said, "Why no sir, you have not, that sounds fascinating."

At this point another, younger, Auror stepped in and said; "I have just dominated the renegade Dementors back into the control of the Ministry and have received the Order of Merlin for it."

"Really?" asked Malfoy with a look of being genuinely impressed by the beautiful young man.

Harry groaned at the antics on display in the room and let his head fall into his hands helplessly. Malfoy was clearly seizing control of the situation.

"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said with pursed lips, "this is how one deals with a rogue Veela." Taking out her wand and taking aim she pronounces the incantation that produces a bubble head charm to appear on Malfoy's head, trapping his Veela charms inside. Immediately the Aurors woke for their charm induced stupidity.

"Gentlemen," Professor McGonagall said, "If you are quite finished throwing yourselves at Mr. Malfoy, would you be as kind as to finish what you came here to do?"

Looking quite sheepish for having just made a fool of him self, the gruff Auror begins speaking again, "Mr. Malfoy, you have been charged for breaking several wizarding laws concerning the Veela bonding process. We have come here to investigate this further. What do you have to say for yourself young man?"

However, he was unable to reply with the bubble head charm in place.

"I take it that by your silence on the matter, you are freely admitting your guilt."

Malfoy, however, was outraged, though no one could hear it.

"Perhaps, gentlemen, if you removed the charm from Mr. Malfoy, he could better articulate himself with his answers," said Professor Dumbledore, who was now standing the doorway into the lounge area.

"They tried that already Albus, but Mr. Malfoy was using his Veela abilities to distract them from performing their duties," Professor McGonagall said curtly.

With twinkling eyes Dumbledore says, "Well, that is to be expected with Veela, when they are in the midst or protecting themselves from an unknown threat to themselves or their mates. Also, I am surprised at you Minerva, interrupting these two young men while they were having a heart to heart talk about their relationship."

"Heart to heart?" asked a sarcastic Harry. "The moment you forced me to be sealed in with him, he stripped off his clothes and demanded I have sex with him. Then he started talking about the baby that he was going to force me to become pregnant with. As much as I would like to someday have children, I am neither a woman nor willing to have them with him."

Turning a stern eye towards the Slytherin, Dumbledore says, "Mr. Malfoy, I do believe that we discussed this earlier in my office."

However, the Veela neither looked repentant nor sorry for his actions.

"Harry, I am sorry that he did not treat you with the respect that you deserve."

The raven haired Gryffindor merely snorted at the Headmaster, not believing a word he said.

Dumbledore continued on as if Harry had not been rude and said, "Gentlemen, why don't we take this up to my office, where I am sure we would be more comfortable."

Reluctantly, the Aurors agreed.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy," the stern transfiguration teacher said as she stood, "Do put some clothes on before you step out of these rooms, I would hate for you to frighten the children."

"Professor?" asked Harry politely.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" she replied.

"How did you find me?"

"Well, that would be Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger you have to thank for that. They didn't say how they knew where you were, I suppose they followed you and the Headmaster, but they seemed to know exactly where you were. They were also the ones, who wouldn't allow Albus to send the Aurors away when they came looking for you ealier."

Smiling Harry said, "Then I had better thank them I guess."

"I think it would be appreciated Mr. Potter," she replied with a very small smile of her own.

Growing somber again, Harry asked, "And what about Professor Dumbledore?"

"What about him?" Professor McGonagall asked with a look of mild confusion.

"Won't he get into trouble for locking me in with Malfoy against my wishes?"

"I highly doubt it," she replied with a tired smile, "Knowing him I'd wager he's already spun a web of misdirection so confusing that even a spider would get lost."

Grinning at the rare joke made by his head of house, Harry just nodded his head in agreement.

To Be Continued…