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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. Now you can all safely assume this is in Draco's POV unless otherwise noted.

This chapter is back to Draco's POV. We meet those nasty Slytherin's this chapter.

Bloody Potter. He thinks he's all high and important. Reading until the middle of the night. Alright I know I did that the other day, but no one else was in the room, right? It's too bad that I can't hurt him, the pain I'd feel on my side would be about worth it.

"Potter."

"Hmm?" he vaguely answered.

"Don't you ever sleep?"

"Hmm." Another vague answer.

"Come on, don't you know what time it is?"

He glanced over at the clock, but I could tell he didn't really look at it.

"Yeah."

"What are you reading anyway?"

"Demon Lord of Karanda."

Kinda demented, but whatever flies your broom!

"Well, can you at least turn off the light after this chapter?"

"But it's so exciting!" he pleaded and looked over at me with a small pout on his lips.

"You can read it tomorrow, I don't think you want to see what I'm like during school without any sleep."

"Right, I'll keep that in mind." And he already turned back to the book.

I roll my eyes and try to get out as much light as possible. Obviously this time it worked because the next thing I remember was being woken up again because he was walking around.

I groaned. "Now what are you doing?"

"I'm debating whether going to go check out the next book or not."

"I doubt this library would have it."

"No, I didn't get it from there, I got it from Snape."

Whoa. Did I just hear what I think I heard? That woke me up to at least have a decent conversation.

"Snape? Owns Muggle books? He's a DEATH EATER!"

"Not as much as you think. True enough, he is, but he's a spy. Or at least he was the last time I saw him at a meeting."

Meeting?

"Meeting?"

"Yeah, Order of the Pheonix."

He kept pacing around the room. Bloody annoying.

"Could you stop moving?"

He stops abruptly. "Sorry."

"It's fine." I responded with mild surprise, I didn't think he would actually listen to what I said.

But obviously saying it was 'fine' was the wrong thing to say, because then he started up the motion again.

"Come to bed would you?"

I rolled over to try and fall back asleep.

"Yes dear." I could almost hear the smirk on his lips. I felt the small dip in the mattress from his weight as he settled next me. The room became dark and I felt him curl up to me.

"Must you be so close?"

"Oh, sorry." He back up onto his side of the bed.

It's fine as long as you give me warning.

"It's fine as long as you give me warning."

"Well then I'm warning you now. I'm gonna sleep near you."

I didn't mean to say it, believe me, I didn't!

As I drifted off to sleep for probably the third time that night, I heard him faintly whisper, "Thank you," as he also drifted off.

His lips brushed that sensitive spot that every guy has on his neck, you know? And it ran shivers down my spine. I felt his tongue leak out of his mouth and onto my neck. He pushed on my shoulder lightly so that I turned on my back. I lay practically spread eagle, succumbing to his every touch and breath on my skin. I looked up into those eyes and was surprised to see them smiling. He was almost laughing. I lightly smiled also.

"Draco." It whispered, because this must be a dream. "May I touch you?"

Oh boy was I waiting for that!

"Oh, merlin, YES!"

His fingertips brush my nipples and I feel them perk up at the attention. His mouth captured my lips in a dazzling, passionate kiss. I could barely breath. I felt his tongue slip out, seeking for entrance and I gladly let it enter my mouth.

"So smooth." It breathed on my lips, and I hadn't even noticed what his hands were doing, his mouth was such a wonder.

His lips continued their ministrations while his hands slowly rubbed along my chest paying special attention to those places where he got an extra gasp. He stopped kissing me for a bit and scooted down so that his head was right about where my bellybutton was. He continued moving his hands down until, OH GOD! He brushed against my length with such a caress that I could barely feel it, but it made me feel so good!

"Do it again!"

"Ah Drakie, no talking!"

Drakie? No matter, just keep those hands moving!

His lips started moving down now, towards the general area, I think you know of what I speak. His tongue did slight circles around my bellybutton as I gasped over and over again. I'd never felt this sort of pleasure before. His eyes laughed at me when I made a noise. I decided then, I should definitely make more noise. He slipped my boxers down, and I had no humility for him, he slowly brushed by length up and down, with just enough pleasure to make me moan for more. He abruptly grabbed it and started pumping. My back arched and I couldn't stop bucking. I screamed.

"OH YES!"

And I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop anything. Over my screaming I barely heard,

"Come my baby, come Draco."

And come I did.

"OH HARRY YES!"

I shot up in bed alarmed at what had just happened in my mind. It wasn't my first wet dream, but it was with him in the picture. His arm is lightly draped a little lower than my waist and I gasp at what he would say if he woke up and his arm was wet. No, no, no more. I decide right there and then that right now is a good time for a cold shower. I look to the clock and see that it's only a bit before when I'm supposed to wake up anyway. I look to him to see a slight smile on his face. I lightly take his arm off of me and get out of the bed. Right before I go into the bathroom I take a quick look at him. He's still smiling, and if possible, almost, laughing.

I couldn't keep my thoughts straight through all of Transfiguration. My thoughts kept drifting back to that dream that I had last night. And worst of it all, he was sitting right next to me, licking his lips, sucking on his fingers. Oh, if only those fingers were my-

Never mind. We'll stay away from that area of conversation. What am I supposed to do in this situation? I mean I know we're technically supposed to get married someday. But I was hoping to find a way around it. How am I supposed to tell him about this dream? And what if they keep happening?

Finally Transfiguration is over and we started heading over for lunch. This will be the first time facing the whole school, and actually be in a weird situation.

Let me explain it. We stayed in our rooms for breakfast, and it doesn't really matter where we sit in Transfiguration, so it didn't come as a big surprise that we were the last ones in and absolutely had to sit by each other. But now, we will have to sit by each other, and I'm not sure what other people will think. We haven't even decided what table we're going to sit at. Though with his mood lately I think I might be able to get by with sitting at the Slytherin table. Hopefully he won't mind. We walked out of the room, with me following him and his 'groupies' towards the Great Hall. Finally he lets them go and looks at me.

"Shall we head over?" He points towards the Slytherin Table.

"You mean you actually want to sit there?"

He shrugged. "I just assumed you would, and I thought, why not? I could handle it."

Gryffindor bravery.

"Fine, lets head over."

And so we walked over, and let me tell you what a mistake that was.

"What's he doing over here? Draco!"

Pansy's annoying voice stuns me.

"Haven't heard that voice in a while." I mutter under my breath. I hear him snicker slightly.

"Yes Pansy, I realize Potty is coming over here, but we'll just have to deal with it won't we sweety?"

I feel his stomach muscles clench next to me, I can tell he's holding in a laugh.

"Don't make me laugh." I whisper to him.

"She'll be suspicious." And then I turn back to Pansy, waiting for her reaction.

"Well, fine, we'll just make him fell right at home won't we Draco?"

"Oh yes darling, and I want him to sit next to me the whole time."

"But Draco!" Merlin, she's such a whiner, "I want to sit by you!"

"Well, there are two sides to me darling, just come sit over here, and we'll have potter on the edge."

I smile to her, hoping she'll catch the bait. And thank goodness she does.

"Whatever Draco, just as long as I sit by you!"

His stomach muscles are still tight as ever. I can tell he's really working on keeping that laugh in.

"Don't worry if I get any food on you, I'll just clean it up later alright?" I mutter to Harry under my breath. He gives a slight nod in response.

Well, we make it pretty far into lunch, and then pansy had to figure out (again I might add) that Harry was here.

"Since he's technically an unwelcome guest at our table, can't we do something to him?"

"And what did you have in mind darling?" I lean towards her making sure to breath on her ear. "Throwing food at him or something?"

"Sure, that sounds great." Works like a charm, that trick, gets her into a mood where she'll do anything, it's a real good thing to know.

"Alright, what I want you to do," as I continue to breath into her ear, "is pick up those chips in front of you and throw them as hard as you can at him. Aim especially for his legs so that when he stands up all the crumbs fall on the ground."

"Ok," she smiles lightly and takes a big handful of ships and throws it at him. It mostly misses him because she was trying to aim past me, which makes people start laughing at her. I lean away from her just in time to see her scowl. This is exactly what I want, she's not daring enough to do anything worse than glare at me, and everyone else's attention is directed at her.

"Our perfect time to depart," I mutter to him. "Let's go."

I see him nod and follow me.

"Walk briskly, you don't know when they'll realize that we left."

"I think they did, because there's something cold and wet on my back."

I take a quick look back, "Uhm, that's milk. That is not going to smell good in about 20 minutes. Let's go."

We luckily made it through the doors without anymore encounters.

"So are we going to have to sit with them everyday?"

I look at him. "Of course we are! Are you insane? If I don't, my father...he'll kill me. No, I have to keep my alliances with them!" My voice level steadily increases. I see him start to cower back.

"I'm sorry." I smile lightly. "Come on, lets get you out of those clothes."

Its amazing ever since this bond has actually set in, I've started caring about this guy more and more, and I don't know what to do about it. I wonder if he feels the same way though?

We reach our room in good time and he heads straight for the bathroom. I sit down on the couch waiting for him to come back out.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"I need some clothes. Can you bring me some from the dresser?"

"Uh, yeah, what do you want to wear?"

"I don't care."

This could be fun. I open up his drawer to find some really out of fashion clothes.

"Harry, where did you get-"

"Just give me the clothes alright? Just grab some pants, a shirt, you don't need to ask questions."

"Ok, ok."

I open the door a crack and hand him the clothes.

"Thanks," he comes out the door. "I'm kind of ashamed of the clothes that I wear." He sort of shrugs and moves out of the room, and I assume towards the couch.

"Where did you get them?"

"They're hand-me-downs from my cousin. It's kind of hard to explain. I'll tell you later." He buries himself into his book. I shrug, recognizing his behavior and decide to get into my book: The Two Towers.

Well…that's the end of that chapter. I think next chapter I'll have a deep in touch conversation, and maybe some action wink. Alright. R&R! Tell me what you think, what you want to see, what you don't want to see, anything.