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Summary: Harry just learned that he's a Veela…..and who's his mate? I BET YOU CAN GUESS! MANY MANY PAIRINGS! There's D/H and one other but I'm not going to tell you. Hee hee. It's all slash though. Unless I decide to add some Her/R into this. Once Now you can all safely assume this is in Draco's POV unless otherwise noted.

Well, as it turns out, I was up practically half the night reading that bloody book. I didn't even finish it.

I walk in the kitchen and sit down to the bowl of already soggy cereal sitting at the table.

"That was mine."

"Too bad, that's why you set it there, and not here."

I point to our respective places at the table.

"I didn't know we had assigned seats in our own home." He looks at me grudgingly.

I shrug.

"Now you do." I smile and set to eating the cereal. I hear him sigh from next to me and get out more cereal and milk. Yes! I am ruler of the kitchen. And tomorrow, I take over the world!

"Stop gloating."

"Excuse me?"

"I can see your face no matter how far you're bent over the cereal. I can tell you're happy with how you got my cereal. It's not that big of an accomplishment. And besides, I got crunchier cereal than you."

He finishes off with a slight sing-songy tone to his voice.

"Now you're the one that's gloating."

There's silence for a while.

"And probably a bigger serving too, because I was eating some of that in the bathroom just a couple min-"

"Oh that's just gross!"

I slide the bowl over to him and take his from in front of him.

"Hey!"

"You were the one that ate it in the bathroom. And told me about it no less. Did you at least wash your hands?"

"Maybe."

"See, now I just can't eat anymore."

I slide the other bowl to him and get up to retrieve a banana.

"By the way, you look awful."

He says to me as I sit down at the table once more.

"Thanks. You would too if you stayed up for four hours reading a stupid book."

"Well, obviously it's not stupid because you stayed up for four hours reading it."

Caught me again Potter.

"Fine, I liked it alright? Don't rub it in!"

"OOHH, Malfoy likes a Muggle book!"

"Don't!"

"Malfoy-"

"I said DON'T!"

"Alright!"

He sits down giving me a few looks, mostly confused looks, but I can tell, there was at least one look full of worry in there. To tell you the truth, I really don't mind him taunting me about a muggle book I've taken a liking to. It's just that when he calls me Malfoy, I guess it really doesn't fit anymore. I mean we're living together, he should probably call me by my given name, right?

"When are your friends coming over?" I ask politely.

"Early afternoon, maybe even for lunch. Or maybe we'll go join them for lunch."

"Except I will sit at the Slytherin table."

He shrugs. "That's fine with me."

"Well, I'm going to go see if I can finish that book before they come over."

"Have fun!" He waves goodbye at me in an almost real way.

I finished the book around noon. I was free of Harry's voice until I closed the last page.

"So are we going there or are they coming down here?"

"I can leave if you want."

"No!" He pokes his head around the corner. His voice sounds almost pleading, his eyes seem the same, until he regains himself and looks away.

"I mean, you can if you want, but I'd like it if you stayed here. Or at least if we could go to lunch together."

"That's just fine P-Harry."

His eyes meet mine. "Good." He almost whispers. He disappears around the corner again.

"So I'll tell them to come here in about an hour and a half?"

"It will take us that long to eat?"

"Well, I mean…" he was trying to make an excuse. "We have to make it and everything don't we?"

"Right, that's sounds about right." I'll just go along with his plan. Whatever he wants to do.

Suddenly I hear a small pop and look over to the fire just in time to see a head disappear.

"Harry,"

"Yeah?"

"I think we're being spied on."

"What do you mean?" His voice starts to sound closer as he walks around the corner.

"Well, there was just a head in the fire, what else do you think that could mean, except that we're being spied on?"

He's leaning over me so that his chest is gently touching the top of my head.

"There's a note!" He exclaims and walks over to the fire. "It's from Dumbledore."

Oh.

"I hope you find this in due time, I'll try to make as much noise as possible as I leave to at least make it over the yelling and screaming. Wink

What does he mean by that?"

"I don't know, keep going."

"I will be coming to meet with you both tonight at around 8 o'clock. Be sure you've been dinnered up and are ready for a long explaining talk. And yes, Professor Snape will be joining us to do more explaining. He already agreed to take veritaserum if he is unable to answer the questions upon his own accord.

Geez, that sounds serious."

"Keep going!"

"Right.

I hope to see you at 8 tonight.

Well, that's a lovely letter. I wonder what they've found out."

"Yeah, me too."

There's a silence, then…

"Lunch?"

I silently laugh at how easily his mind is taken to food.

"Sure."

He makes us both some Ramen in a matter of 10 minutes and we sit quietly eating a bit.

"Draco?"

"Hmm…" I answer with a mouth full of noodles.

"What do you think of this arrangement?"

I'm confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean living with me. I mean living with your father's, master's archenemy. What do

you feel about it?"

"I suppose I haven't had time to think about it."

"You've been over there reading your book for quite a while, I would have thought THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN ENOUGH TIME!!"

Whoa.

"What's wrong with you? Are you ok?"

"No, I'm not ok, I'll be back." He shoots out of his chair and walks briskly out of the room, I hear the painting shut.

That was an interesting experience. I wonder what's wrong with him?

And then pain. Oh Merlin this hurts, I hear Harry outside give a tiny scream. I run as fast as I can outside because I just have a feeling that his has something to do with him, and we run into eachother. Right as the painting opens. And it's like we can't pull apart, we're too afraid to pull apart.

"What was that?"

"I'm not sure." He says while taking short gasping breaths.

"Why don't you catch your breath and I'll see what happens when I go get a glass of water."

"Right."

I break away from him and walk slowly towards the kitchen. I get us both some cold glasses of water and come back to find him leaning over the couch clutching his stomach.

"Don't you dare say you're going to puke."

He shakes his head, thankfully.

"No, I'm just…recuperating in a sense."

"Well why don't you recuperate while sitting down and I'll join you."

He nods and settles himself on the edge of the couch. I walk over and hand him a glass of water before retreating to the opposite end of the couch. I take a quick glance at him to see he's just blankly staring at the glass of water in his hand.

"Drink, I didn't poison it."

"I know." He says it so softly I have to strain to here it.

And so we both sit there sipping our water and thinking about what just happened.

"Do we want to try it again? See if it's a one time thing or something?"

He shrugs in response. That's real helpful.

And a bit more of the comfortable silence where we both ignore eachother and sip our water. But he seems just a tad bit quiet to me.

"What's wrong?"

He shrugs.

"Oh come on, don't just shrug everything off. At least tell me something. Tell me you hate me, I don't care." It's like I need to hear his voice.

"I don't hate you."

"That's nice to know. So, are your feelings just up to a point of strong dislike for me at this point?"

He shrugs.

"Back to that now are we?"

He shrugs.

"Oh screw you. I'm going to my room."

I see him shrug before I get up.

"Do you want me to take your glass to the kitchen?"

He shrugs.

"Seriously, what is going on with you? I've never seen you this way!"

There's no movement, at least that's a step in the right direction, I hope. I wait, to see if he says anything, and right when I turn away…

"It's just…" He cuts off, so I wait even more. "It's like I had a vision when, you know."

"Yeah," I say in response. I join him again on the couch, a little closer than before.

"It was my parents, my mom was screaming after my dad as he ran to go save Snape, it must've been. And my dad had this look on his face, this look of extreme pain, and now I know what pain he felt." He trails off a bit at the end.

It's not like I know how to respond to this so I just reach over and lightly touch his arm. And it's like a wave of relief washes over me, and I can tell he feels it too. He looks up and me and grabs my hand. The more contact the better. And then before I know it his lips are on mine. It's like tasting roasted chicken for the first time in years after eating only water and bread. It's like tasting sugar after eating a whole lemon. It was the sweetest tasting thing. But I couldn't. This could lead to more, my father would expect me to…and then his tounge his invading my mouth, and I couldn't resist. I bring my tounge into the battle for the kiss…but I can't. I draw away. We stare at each other for a couple of seconds breathing hard before he starts to lean in for another taste. But I draw back.

"I'll go wash these dishes, I'll make dinner tonight." I rush away and don't even look back to see his reaction.

I sit in my bedroom for the rest of the day. About an hour after sitting in silence I hear a quite sob coming from outside. And I know it's him, and I know it was me who did the hurt to him, but I couldn't go outside. I couldn't let…that…happen again. I'm just so afraid that once my father finds out about this, and knows that we're close, then he's going to expect it of me to give Harry to Voldemort. I don't think I could do that. Even if I was going to willingly be a death eater. I try to block out his sobs coming from the next room, and when I realize that it won't happen, I let a single tear fall down my face. I lay back and let my silent tears consume me.

I wake up to the sounds of voices outside my room. Voices, who could be here except for Harry? Did Hermione and Ron eventually make it over here? I step out of my room and am greeted by a smile from Dumbledore and an absolutely horrifying look from Severus.

"You fell asleep," came Harry's voice from the couch.

"Like I hadn't noticed." I replied just a bit too icily.

"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet.

I walked calmly over the couch and sat next to Harry, and I had to sit right next to him. Because Severus was sitting on the opposite side as Harry. So I hung my head my head in defeat and sat next to him. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand reach out for mine. I jumped and looked to find Harry looking at me expectantly. I grabbed back and squeezed which obviously was the correct response because he smiled and I immediately felt his hand grow warm.

"I assume by now that you've noticed the bond that you two share. You will find that you need to be closer before you can be farther. Of course, Harry will be more affected by the bond than you, Draco, just because he is the one with the veela blood. But as you two get closer, Draco, you too will share the bond." I met Dumbledore's twinkling eyes.

"And now it's Severus's turn to describe all that will happen, seeing as though he is the one with the most on hand experience that we have."

I see Severus take a deep breath and I sympathize with him. This has got to be hard, remembering his old lover like this. No wonder he hated Harry so much. His father left him, for a girl no less. I chuckle as that thought runs through my mind and I hear Harry's voice.

"I don't see what's so funny."

"I'll explain later." I flash him a smile and turn back to my godfather.

"I thought maybe we should just start with questions that you two have so that I wouldn't have to go through everything." A bit of hurt passes over his eyes but it's gone before I could make understanding of it.

"Draco?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you have any questions?"

I do have at least one question.

"So how is it that since I'm not your blood son, that I have none of your blood, that I still inherit this relationship in a sense. How did it actually pass on to me?"

"It has nothing to do with blood. It just so happens that I consider you as my son, and that is how it happens. Whom ever the man or woman is with the veela blood will generally have a best friend or lover before they come to realize they are a veela. When they do realize it they have to leave their lover and, or, best friend and find their mate. The lover and, or, best friend is then left alone, and the next generation of their's will then have the honor of being a veela's mate."

"Honor? What do you mean by honor?" I ask leaning forward in my chair.

"It is most wizard and witches greatest wishes to become a veela's mate. It means unending happiness. The veela will treat you with the utmost respect, get you anything you desire, and somehow acquire ungodly amounts of money. You are blessed for the rest of your life. And if you do become a veela's mate, it is then the opportunity to cut off all former ties of family and friends and start a new life with your new lover."

"That means I could…" I drift off just dreaming about never having to see my father again.

"Of course in your situation, I wouldn't recommend that to you. One reason is that you could be a very important asset to the Order in the future, and plus your father, and you very well know, is dangerous. And we always need to watch our backs when it involves Lucius. You know how close he is to the Dark Lord."

I nod and look over to Harry. I nudge him gently in the ribs and he looks towards me.

"How about you? Any questions?"

He shrugs.

"Oh, we're not back to this again." I give him a look and a peck on the cheek, he doesn't even respond.

"I'll get to him later. The bond. Harry had tried to leave earlier and-"

"Pain right?" Dumbledore butted in.

"Yeah."

"That would be the bond. Like I said. You will learn you need to be closer to be farther. You're lucky that you two can sleep in different beds still. Usually it only takes a couple hours for the full bond to settle in."

"You mean we'll have to share a bed?" I ask unbelieving.

"Yes."

Great. We sit in silence for what seems like forever.

"I guess that's it then?" I break the silence hopefully.

"It looks like it." Dumbledore stands and Snape is right behind him.

"Just one more thing. I would recommend no visitors anymore, seeing as though the bond could have settled in just seconds ago. Have fun boys."

And I simply watch him leave, with Severus trailing behind him. Right at the entrance Severus turns around,

"If you ever have any more questions, you know where live." And with that he's gone.

I noticed then that Harry had left my side and gone to the kitchen.

"You alright?" I tentatively ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine, you?"

He looks up at me in all seriousness. No sarcasm, nothing.

"Fine, fine, absolutely fine…Well, I'm pretty tired, so I guess I 'll see you in the morning?"

"Good night." He smiles at me.

Harry's POV

I start to head to my room after a couple minutes of relaxation in the Kitchen, my natural home. And then it hits me, that extreme pain. I don't know how else to describe it except, it's like a bullet through my heart, through my entire body. I collapse and scream. I don't know how much longer I'll stay conscious. And then I feel his hand on my back, that comforting touch. And then his voice, oh that beautiful voice.

"Sleep together tonight then?"

And the perfect words I might add. I chuckle a bit.

"I guess. I get the side closest to the bathroom."

I hear him laugh lightly.

"Right."

His arms slip under mine to support me as I stand up. I feel his warm breath on my neck.

"Nothing happens tonight."

He whispers in my ear. Right, nothing. He pushes me lightly forward, his hand on the small of my back.

"You relaxed yet?" I hear him say.

"Yeah," I answer. "I'm fine now."

"Good." But he doesn't stop helping me. He doesn't stop touching me. He leads me to the bedroom and lays me on the bed.

"Change in here, while I'm in the bathroom, I'll be back, do you think we can do it in separate rooms?" He chuckles.

"I hope." I lightly say back. I can tell we're avoiding the conversation. The conversation that almost came up about an hour ago. The conversation about his father. I don't want to bring it up. It's his business right? I'll just leave him be, and when he wants to talk about it…

That's the end of this chapter. The next chapter will revolve around them dealing with the bond…stupid bond...it won't be here very long…I just had to make them stay together somehow and make them sleep together somehow…hehe.

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