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Classes:
Medical Magics was a mixed class, with the sixth year students from each of the four houses. It was usually a class where the seating arrangements were separated by Houses, each House having a small group which sat in the same position every week, rarely mingling with the other houses. They were too used to working within their houses that the arrangement was automatic, and not considered strange. The Slytherins always sat separate from the rest of the school, eyeing the rest of the group warily, while the Gryffindors sat in the middle, laughing while listening to the lesson. The Hufflepuffs usually sat quietly to one side, a little unsure of how to act with the other children, and the Ravenclaws usually sat near the front, afraid to sit any further behind in case they missed an important detail.
It was therefore an amusing sight to see Harry Potter sitting next to a protective Draco Malfoy, who was in turn glaring at the Irish boy leaning a little too close to his mate, his jaw clenched as he fought to regain control over his emotions.
Everyone could see the rage beginning to build up in the usually cold silver eyes and moved rapidly away from him, leaving Harry, Draco, Seamus, Ron and Hermione in a small group on their own.
"Skele-Gro is an extremely painful experience, as the process of growing bones from scratch is a lot more difficult than fixing them. I'm sure Mr. Potter remembers, thanks to Gilderoy Lockhart..."
Madame Pomfrey seemed to have decided to ignore the situation and continue teaching, although her eyes often lingered on the strangely silent group, curiosity clear. Every time she looked at Harry, he blushed darkly and his eyes flickering to the floor, much to Draco's hidden amusement.
"Why are you blushing" he whispered, leaning in close so that his breath lightly skimmed Harry's bruised cheek.
Madame Pomfrey had rubbed on some ointment as soon as they had entered and the bruise was now slowly disappearing. The sight of it had nearly sent Draco into another fit of rage when he discovered that it would clearly bruise. Madame Pomfrey had finally managed to calm him by telling him that she could fix it, and Harry had allowed Draco to hold his hand, hoping that it would be enough to placate the other boy.
Pansy had had to leave the room for her own safety, much to Draco's disgust, for he had clearly wanted to seek revenge. Even though Harry had told him that she wasn't worth it, the Veela couldn't shake off the feeling of rage which had filled him at the mere thought of Harry's battered face and his beautiful green eyes clouded in pain.
"Why are you blushing" Draco repeated patiently, leaning in just a tad bit more.
"I'm not" hissed Harry, sounding indignant.
"You are" teased Draco, voice slightly mocking.
Harry scowled.
"Now you're in a sulk" taunted Draco, leaning closer, just enough for Harry not to notice until they were almost nose to nose.
"I'm not sulking" Harry's eyes flashed darkly, the brilliant green smouldering with hidden flames.
Harry never saw the look of desire, which suddenly overcome Draco. After all, Harry Potter was perhaps one of the sexiest things Draco had ever seen. He wondered what those dark green eyes would look like lit by the flames of passion... would they glow? Would they widen or narrow...? He imagined Harry pinned underneath him, dark hair tousled and lips parted wantonly…
He imagined Harry's moans as he lightly touched that teasing nipple ring. The sight of Harry's bare stomach had nearly driven Draco crazy last night. He had barely slept and had finally awakened early to visit Harry in Gryffindor Tower.
'Would he like that?' Draco wondered vaguely.
"Mr. Malfoy" screeched a voice.
Draco blinked in shock, looking up to see Madame Pomfrey staring at him angrily. Harry looked confused, and he looked around the room. He suddenly noticed that everyone, except Ron, was eyeing Draco Malfoy as if they wanted to pounce on him, including Seamus Finnigan.
"It won't happen again," Draco said, voice sharp.
"As much as your attraction for your mate is impossible to deny, please keep it at an acceptable level when you are not alone together. I cannot teach a group of drooling teenagers" she nearly shouted.
"I have already said that it will not happen again," Draco snapped, glaring at the infuriating woman when he realised that Harry was edging away from him.
Madame Pomfrey's eyes softened noticeably when she realised why the Veela was so upset. The only thing which stopped Draco from rolling his eyes was the fact that it was beneath a Malfoy to do so. Honestly, he thought, were all women so ridiculously romantic? Or was it the fact that the Veela charm was very persuasive after all, even on middle aged matrons who ruled with an iron fist.
"Apology accepted."
Draco merely smirked, aware that he had not even uttered an apology, but didn't correct her. It would be better to keep the woman on his good side. One never knew when one would need an experienced Medi-Witch, and Madame Pomfrey was clearly exceptional at her job.
She turned and swept away and Draco carefully avoided looking at Harry's wide green eyes. He had completely lost control there for a second, but he couldn't help it. How could anyone be so pure and wanton at the same time? Draco secretly thought that God had invented Harry Potter simply to drive him insane.
"Are you okay" asked Harry hesitantly.
Draco nodded, still avoiding Harry's eyes and ignoring Hermione's smothered giggle. Draco fought to put on the cold mask that he had perfected over the years and just managed to win. As the usual cold sneer slid over his features he relaxed. He could not afford to push Harry too far. He was lucky that Harry had been willing to stop his anger in the Great Hall. The boy clearly could not see his own attraction.
"Bloody Potter" he mumbled, much to Hermione's amusement, as she was the only one who heard him.
It was in Defence Against the Dark Arts class when Harry learnt more about Veela. The new teacher, Professor Carroll, seemed to think that Draco was a living dark creature, much to the Veela's amusement.
Professor Carroll was young, pretty, and intelligent, but she seemed to have a fascination with dark creatures. Harry secretly thought that she would make Hagrid the perfect friend. She was quite small at only 5'4". Her eyes were a vibrant blue and they reminded Harry of Dumbledore's. Her hair was a mass of gold curls, untameable and wild. She often appeared to be little older than they were, but she was a thorough teacher, and she knew more things about the Dark Arts than Harry could have guessed. Her appearance was clearly misleading.
"Today class, I was hoping that Mr. Malfoy might share a bit more information with us about his Veela magic" she said excitedly.
Instantly all eyes fixed on Draco.
"What do you want to know" Draco shrugged non-committedly, his tone clearly bored.
"You have recently come into your Inheritance - Could you explain"
"Yes, Veela usually come into their Inheritance on their sixteenth birthday."
"Would you care to tell us about it"
Draco thought with a frown on his face, considering what to say.
"The Inheritance is when a Veela comes into full power. As a part Veela, I am biologically different from a pure Veela. I will not change into a different form in anger, although I do have a minute taste for revenge" Draco smirked sarcastically, his eyes flickering to Pansy who was sitting as far away from him as she could get.
Pansy audibly gulped.
"I inherited their pale looks at birth, and have their inhuman strength which multiplied a hundredfold on my birthday. Their magnetic attraction also came into full force and it is now harder to control. Before it was hidden, disguised, but now that the barriers have been stripped away I have little control, especially as I've recently chosen my potential mate."
"Mr. Potter" grinned Professor Carroll, almost giggling when Harry blushed crimson.
"Yes" Draco smirked, his eyes sending a clear message to Harry, who promptly tried to avoid his gaze. Draco idly realised that they both had a habit of doing that when uncomfortable around the other.
"How do you go about choosing a mate"
"Veela go by scent. They usually find a scent that triggers their – I guess the polite term is desires. The pull towards the person will have existed between the two before the Inheritance of the Veela but afterwards the pull increases, making it almost impossible for the Veela to stay close to the person without trying to seduce them."
"And what about the bonding ritual" the Professor prompted eagerly.
"The bonding ritual is a binding ritual. It literally binds the Veela completely to their mate, creating a link so strong that it can never be shattered. Veela are creatures of desire and need a mate to ground some of their magnetism before it goes out of control. The Veela will usually do everything possible to try and persuade their chosen mate to bond with them, they can't help it, and it's almost an automatic reaction to the discovery of their Chosen.
The bond allows the human to have their strength, gives the pair the power of mind communication after a period of time, and, also, the need for touch and each other's physical presence. During the mating season, which is in the Spring, the pair will become even more in need of contact, almost never going out of sight of each other.
Veela are immensely over protective of their mates, as you've all already witnessed. They dislike any harm occurring to their mates, particularly in malice. They seek revenge, and in their anger are only controllable by their chosen mate. The human does in fact have a lot of power over the Veela. They are the stabilizer in the relationship, grounding the magic and the bond."
Harry was listening closely, not really aware of the dreamy way Seamus Finnigan was staring at him. The Irish boy was clearly more interested in Harry than listening to Draco - Draco barely fought down his rage. Harry was his! How dare that Irish prat try and take him away?
"They dislike sharing during what Veela's class as Seduction, and will not stop at anything to get rid of competition" Draco added smoothly, sending Seamus a cold stare.
"What will happen if the Veela does not bond with their chosen mate" asked Hermione suddenly.
"The Veela will never give in, even if they spend their entire life trying to seduce their mate. They will never take their mate by force, as they do not in any way wish to harm their mate. They prefer to seduce, or romance them."
"Is it true that the male partner of a Veela can become pregnant" asked Blaise Zabini suddenly.
All eyes fixed on Harry who was staring fixedly at the floor, a bright crimson blush staining his cheeks. Was it true? Could he become pregnant? The idea wasn't repulsive to Harry, who longed for a family, a child to love and care for. That had been one of the reasons why he had been against the whole idea. He had seen the bonding as an end to his dreams of a child as he had rightly suspected that Draco would not allow him to sleep with a woman to create a child.
The idea of carrying his own child inside his own body for nine months was incredible. He would be able to bond with his child like a mother. He was aware of the blush that was staining his face but knew that although the temptation of a child was great, he could not give into Draco Malfoy unless he was sure about his feelings. He knew that Draco desired him, but Harry wouldn't tie himself down to anyone for life without love.
"Yes, it's true" Draco murmured.
Harry looked up, his green eyes widening. As their eyes clashed, a deathly silence filled the room. Everyone watched, mouths agape, as golden sparks seemed to glow within their eyes, their bodies frozen as they studied each other deeply. They knew that this was perhaps the Veela magnetism but it didn't affect them. Hermione assumed that it was because Harry was unconsciously giving in slightly to the bond.
Draco leaned over, running a long finger over Harry's now completely healed cheek, marvelling at the softness of the skin. His Harry was so beautiful and pure. How could Pansy assume that she was better than him? Harry was the most incredible creature he had ever met, almost like a wolf: loyal, proud, fearless and powerful. He craved him like an addiction, an addiction he knew he would never be cured from, even if Harry did ever bond with him.
"It happens naturally though, if the couple desperately wants a family. There are no precautions at all. As the heir to the Malfoy family, I would be expected to sire an heir..." Draco trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid, his eyes carefully hiding the fact that Draco would love to create a child with Harry.
The idea of a child, his and Harry's, was intoxicating. It was almost as surreal as the image of Harry on their bonding night, and that image had haunted him for a whole week. He needed Harry, and knew deep down that Harry would like a family.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy" interrupted Professor Carroll.
The class finally settled down as Professor Carroll moved on to writing out the homework on the board. Draco nearly grinned when he saw what it was, knowing that this would be an easy A.
'For tomorrow night, write an essay on the Inheritance of a Veela. You must include all of the details Mr. Malfoy discussed in class and any extra research or personal experience you have on their magnetism. If you read Chapter 28 in your textbooks there is some information to help you.
It must be over 25 inches as it will be a part of your final assignment for the end of term module.'
"I can help you, Harry, if you want, as I am perhaps the best person to use to research any additional information" Draco whispered.
Harry looked up from the parchment he was writing on, blinking in confusion. Draco smiled inwardly, his face carefully straight. Harry obviously hadn't heard a single thing that he had said.
"I can help you on that essay tonight, if you want" Draco repeated.
"Thanks" Harry murmured, grateful.
"We can go to my room" Draco suggested, voice innocent. He didn't want to scare Harry away from him so soon but he also wanted to spend some time with his mate and test Harry's resistance to his charm.
Harry eyed him suspiciously.
"Granger and Weasley are also invited, of course" Draco finally said, knowing that it would be the only way to persuade his mate to his new rooms.
Harry smiled weakly, eyes still a little wary. Draco suddenly understood that it would take a while, and a lot of coaxing, for him to persuade Harry to trust him. There were too many fights, arguments, and insults in the past to just ignore them. They needed to work their way through the obstacles in their relationship, one by one, but Draco knew that it would be worth it in the end – when he had Harry voluntarily by his side.
"Thanks... I guess I'm just not..."
"I understand. The situation will take a while to get used to, but in the mean time I suggest that we spend time trying to get to know one another. It would be easier in the long run to put aside all of our petty differences" said Draco, voice firm.
"I know" Harry murmured, sighing, inwardly annoyed at the lack of hostility he felt against that idea. He knew that Draco was being reasonable, and he had asked the Veela to take their relationship slowly – Draco would not force him.
End of chapter 5.
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