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Jealousy caused by a green eyed God:

Harry stood nervously in the sixth year boys' dormitory, not sure what to wear. He glanced at his clothes, which, although only a small collection, all fit him for once, and were ones he had chosen himself with Hermione's help. He had bought them himself using money Sirius had given him, after Sirius had discovered that Harry had been forced to wear Dudley's hand me downs ever since he had lived with his Aunt and Uncle.

'The red shirt is too Gryffindor, the green shirt is nice, but what about the….' he thought, before suddenly realising what he was doing. 'Oh my God, I'm worrying about my clothes like a love struck schoolgirl,' Harry thought wildly.

A picture of Draco Malfoy came to his mind. Was he starting to like the boy? Was it the Veela charm affecting him? Harry sighed, raking his hand through his hair.

'Why is my life always so complicated?' he mused thoughtfully.

"Harry"

He whirled around to see Hermione at the door, her face alight with curiosity. He groaned, gesturing for her to enter. She looked around at the piles of clothing scattered on the bed and fought a smile. Whether he liked it or not, Harry was attracted to Draco Malfoy.

Hermione began rummaging through the piles of clothes. She had never seen Harry so nervous before about his appearance and it surprised her. Normally, Harry barely even registered what he was wearing, never mind buying when he went shopping normally. In fact, Harry was well known for wearing some of the most appalling outfits imaginable, especially when he went shopping with Ron.

She ignored the red shirts that Harry always wore. 'Typical Gryffindor,' she thought with a smile.

"Try this" she said softly, picking up a black vest shirt and a pair of black casual jeans.

Harry hastily pulled them on, not in the least bit bothered that Hermione had seen him in his boxers. Over the last few years their relationship had developed into a brotherly/sisterly love, which suited them fine. They loved each other in a simple, platonic way. To Harry, Hermione was the sister he had never had the chance to have.

Hermione studied him critically when he stood facing her, his eyes avoiding her gaze. She couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic, vividly recalling the scrawny first year boy she had once known. It was only later on that she discovered that his almost malnourished appearance was caused by years of neglect. The Harry she had known then and the Harry she knew now could almost be completely different people – at least appearance wise.

The black vest clung to his muscled stomach, looking casual and seductive. His bare arms were tanned and strong, his broad shoulders enhanced by the tight material. The dark jeans clung to his long legs, making them appear endless. They were slightly tight fitting, leaving very little to the imagination. Combined with his unruly, slightly damp black hair, a pair of vivid green eyes and a strong handsome face, even Hermione had to admit that Harry was beautiful.

"You look great" she smiled.

She left him in the room alone, not sure what to say to try to calm him down. Instead she headed down to the Common Room to find Ron, who was impatiently waiting for Harry to arrive. He obviously wasn't pleased about spending the evening with a love struck Veela.

"Is he ready yet" asked Ron immediately.

Hermione fought back a giggle at his frustrated face.

"Nearly. He couldn't find anything to wear" she explained.

Ron looked at her blankly.

"He didn't want to wear anything too revealing, or too simple" she lied, knowing that Harry had been panicking over what Draco would think.

"Why didn't he ask me then" asked Ron, clearly bewildered.

"Because he didn't want to go looking like a prat" grinned Dean, who was not at all bothered by being caught listening to their conversation.

Ron gave his friend a dark look, looking miffed.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and gathered his books into his arms. He hastily shoved a couple of quills, parchment and a bottle of ink into his never ending pockets, which had been created by a spell that Hermione had taught him last year. He was about to exit the room when Seamus Finnigan appeared. At first Seamus never noticed Harry but when their eyes met Seamus grinned, a slightly dreamy look in his eyes, as he looked Harry up and down.

Harry froze. Seamus Finnigan was definitely checking him out. Even Harry, who was known for being oblivious to any form of flirting could see that. He wondered how he could have been so blind.

"Looking good, Harry, who's the lucky guy" he grinned finally.

"Ron, and Hermione, and I have a study date with Malfoy" Harry shrugged, warily keeping an eye on the blond.

Seamus frowned, forcing himself not to scowl angrily. He had noticed that Harry was aware of his attentions, and knew that Harry was uncertain of how to act around him. He couldn't believe that Harry was actually going to meet the Veela – and Ron and Hermione were encouraging him as well!

"Dressed like that" he finally managed to ask, looking at Harry's tight outfit.

Harry blushed, avoiding Seamus' eyes. He shifted position slightly, uncomfortable. Perhaps he should have worn a less revealing outfit, even though Hermione, whom he trusted not to make him look ridiculous, had chosen it…

"Hermione chose it" Harry explained hastily.

"Oh..." Seamus murmured, not sure what to say to that.

"Yeah."

Seamus studied Harry quietly, trying to refrain from pouncing on the boy who, for years, had only regarded him as a friend. He frowned. Usually Harry never noticed when he was flirting with him, and yet lately he had been uncomfortable when talking to him.

A suspicion rose in his mind and he barely stopped himself from going to murder Malfoy. The Veela had obviously told Harry what everyone else had known all along.

'Well,' he thought, 'I'm not giving up to some stupid Veela.'

"Your hair's a mess" Seamus said suddenly, breaking the awkward silence.

"What"

"Your hair... it's a mess... do you want me to try to fix it" Seamus asked casually, hoping that Harry wouldn't hear his pounding heart.

"Err... yeah... if you want..." Harry said uncertainly.

"Sit on the floor by the bed" said Seamus quietly, not wanting to scare Harry away. "I can reach easily that way."

Harry sat down quickly, sitting still when Seamus sat on the bed behind him, running his slightly shaking fingers through his unruly locks. He sat quietly while Seamus tried to style his hair and was surprised when he heard a muttered spell. He fought down the urge to ask what it was and waited patiently for the other boy to finish.

"Done" Seamus exclaimed finally, admiring his handiwork. "That looks much better."

"Thanks" Harry smiled.

Harry gave him another smile before quickly leaving the room with his books. He didn't look at his reflection as he passed the mirror. He lightly ran down the steps towards the common room and was surprised when it went silent, everyone gaping at him.

"What the hell have you done to your hair" gaped Ron.

Harry blinked.

"Err... nothing" Harry asked hesitantly.

"It looks " began Hermione.

"Bloody hell" blinked Ron, still in shock.

"Seamus did it" Harry said quickly.

"It looks lovely, Harry" Hermione smiled.

"He's got Slytherin colours in his hair" argued Ron, clearly looking revolted at the very thought.

Harry's face must have shown his confusion because Hermione tutted and magically produced a mirror with her wand so that Harry could see. His usually untamed hair had been tamed into soft spikes, embroidered with streaks of silver and green. It made him look older, and Harry wondered why Seamus had dressed his hair in Slytherin colours.

"How the hell did he do that" gaped Ron.

"I don't know. He just said that my hair was a mess and asked me if I wanted help. I didn't know how to say no, so I said yes and then let him do it. I never even looked in a mirror, I just came straight down here" Harry explained.

Hermione could see several students about to question Harry and hastily grabbed his arm and propelled him out of the Common Room. Lavender Brown whistled loudly, causing the boys to collapse into laughter and the girls to start giggling. The Fat Lady winked at Harry and the innocent young boy blushed. Harry gaped and was about to question her about her unusual behaviour when Ron and Hermione started to drag him towards the room where Malfoy was supposedly staying.

They soon arrived at the painting of Merlin, who bore a strong resemblance to Dumbledore. Harry almost expected him to start handing out Lemon Drops. Merlin smiled at them, winking at Harry. It was obvious that he had heard the latest news.

"Password"

"Damn it! He never told me the password" Harry moaned.

Suddenly the portrait opened to reveal Draco Malfoy. Draco smirked at Ron and Hermione before his eyes travelled to Harry. His eyes widened considerably, strangely glowing. A genuine smile lit his face before he stepped aside, allowing them to enter.

"You came" he said huskily.

He had been uncertain as to whether Harry would actually show up. He knew that Harry really needed time to sit down and think about everything before he made a decision, but Draco longed to be near him, even for a few hours, simply studying.

"Yeah..." Harry said uncertainly, slipping into the room.

Curious, he glanced around. He soon discovered that the room wasn't anything like what he had expected to find. They were in what appeared to be a common room. The room was a light cream with several cream sofas littered around the walls. A coffee table stood in the middle while a desk stood in the far left corner, covered in what Harry correctly guessed was Draco's homework.

The room was large and airy and oozed elegance. Harry's eyes travelled to the large display cabinet along the wall next to the roaring fireplace and studied the small figurines, mostly of dragons and other dangerous creatures. Harry saw a few unicorns and wasn't surprised to notice that all of them were made out of ivory and decorated with precious stones, mainly ruby, diamond and emerald.

'They're beautiful.' Harry thought, not used to seeing anything as expensive as them. The Dursleys had certainly never been able to afford to buy such exquisite statues, and Harry was suddenly reminded of exactly how rich the Malfoy family were.

"What do you think" asked Draco casually, moving to gather his scrolls off the desk and to sit down on one of the sofas.

"It's nice," Harry admitted surprise clearly evident in his voice.

Draco smirked, knowing that they had probably expected something closely resembling the Potion Master's classroom, or dark like the dungeons.

"Not what you expected, is it?" Draco teased.

Harry flushed.

"No," he admitted.

Draco laughed, able to relax in the presence of his mate while away from the very watchful eyes of the students and faculty. He knew that Hermione and Ron would not be surprised by his change of behaviour – they had already experience his violent mood swings when around his mate.

"It's lovely" agreed Hermione.

Ron scowled, clearly a little over-awed by the beauty and wealth of the room.

"My mother insisted on visiting by floo to make sure that the room was up to Malfoy standards," Draco explained. "She loves to decorate and is constantly changing the rooms at the Manor. She drives my father insane."

"Your home must be very beautiful," Harry murmured.

Draco wanted to tell the other boy that it was now his home as well, but he knew that it would isolate Harry even further from him. Instead, he nodded, not denying the truth. The Manor was beautiful. It had been created for that purpose, generations ago, as a sign of how much money the Malfoy family had. No expense had been spared in its creation.

"Sit down" Draco gestured, his eyes lingering on Harry and then drifting to the space next to him. There was no doubt that he wanted Harry to sit next to him. Harry moved forward and silently sat down, avoiding both Draco and Ron's eyes.

Draco barely stopped himself from ravishing Harry, then and there. He looked delicious in black, Draco decided. The dark colour accentuated his long, lithe body and enhanced his green eyes. The spiked hair was amazing and the green and silver streaks added an air of mystery and darkness mingled with the innocence that was purely Harry. He wondered whether the Gryffindor had done his hair himself, or whether Hermione had helped him with the spell. It was a well known fact that Hermione Granger had to help out Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley when it came to fashion.

Ron and Hermione sat on the sofa opposite them, and soon silence filled the room as they got to work on their Defence essays. Every now and then Hermione or Harry would ask the Veela a question, and Draco answered it carefully and honestly.

It wasn't long before their essays were nearly done. Harry had found out more information on the Veela, mainly about their bodies and attitudes, than he could have ever found in the books in the library. Draco had told them that many of the books described lies born from fairy tales.

Harry glanced down at his scroll with a frown, reading what he had written.

'Veela naturally progress faster than normal children. Their intelligence and magic shows at an earlier age, especially within male part Veela. Veela are naturally curious creatures, especially about their mates. Veela do not specifically desire either sex, and they have no sexual preference. They simply choose the one person that completes them mentally, physically and emotionally.'

'So Malfoy isn't just after me for my looks. Does he really care about me though? Or is it just the Veela charm that tells him that he wants me to be his mate? It would help if I could ask him, but I don't feel comfortable talking about this to him. Perhaps…' Harry thought with a sigh.

Draco leaned forward, entranced by the image of Harry's thoughtful green eyes, wondering what had caused the other boy to become so serious, and as he did so he caught the faint smell of someone else emanating from Harry's clothes. The smell was strangely familiar - strangely sweet mingled with Harry's usual musky scent. He had smelt that scent before, but he didn't know where...

Realisation suddenly dawned on him and he grabbed Harry roughly, slamming him down on the sofa and pinning him down with his own body. His eyes glowed coldly, emitting pure fury as they stared down into bewildered green.

He vaguely heard Ron and Hermione's cries but ignored them. Nothing else mattered except the boy underneath him, the boy who had come to meet him wearing another boy's scent - Seamus Finnigan's scent.

"Why the hell do you smell like Finnigan" he hissed.

He couldn't believe it. His mate was covered in another boy's scent. What had Harry been doing to get covered in it? Had they kissed? Had Finnigan touched Harry? Touched him like Draco dreamed of doing but knew he could never do until Harry trusted him enough to let him. The thought made his blood boil and Draco could feel his Veela blood taking control yet again.

"What" Harry choked, looking confused.

"Finnigan! Did you not expect me to find out" he hissed, fury in every line of his face.

"I haven't been with " Harry began arguing.

He was cut off by a pair of soft, forceful lips covering his own. Draco's lips were insistent. His warm tongue plunged to taste Harry's mouth, sucking at his tongue and forcing him to surrender.

As his body began to respond, Harry felt a pair of warm hands travel underneath his hips, grabbing at his thighs and forcefully pulling him closer. Harry moaned at the friction, allowing himself to relax in Draco's embrace. He had never experienced this before and he found that he liked it; he liked Draco doing this to him.

Draco felt the boy underneath him relax and smiled into the kiss, moving his lips to graze the tender skin of Harry's neck, where he had touched earlier that day. He caught the scent of Finnigan again, mingling with the apple scent of Harry's shampoo and growled.

Deciding to mark Harry as his, he bite down on the tender flesh just below his pulse point, sucking at the mark and licking at the trickle of blood. He pulled back, staring into Harry's dazed, passion filled eyes and smiled, satisfied for now.

He saw Hermione grab Ron to try and hold him back from hitting him. He clearly didn't like the thought of his best friend being pinned down and ravished by his archenemy. Ignoring them, he looked down at the boy still lying on the sofa.

Harry's eyes were wide and seemed to glow with desire, the green a strange dark colour that Draco had never seen before and the pupils large and penetrating. Draco pulled himself upright, his mind screaming at him to stop while his heart told him to continue and make Harry his own.

"You'd better go" he finally choked out, moving away from the sofa on which Harry was still lying, a dazed expression on his face and a lost look in his eyes.

Ron was obviously about to yell at him when Hermione stepped forward. She looked at Draco with understanding, and decided to explain herself why Harry had Seamus' scent on him, as Harry was in no fit state to defend himself after being nearly seduced by a Veela.

"Seamus did Harry's hair. That's probably why you can smell his scent on him" she said soothingly.

Draco started in shock before nodding, accepting the excuse for the truth. His eyes wandered to Harry, who was now sitting up and attempting to gather his scroll from where it had landed on the floor.

"I'm sorry" Draco said stiffly, obviously not used to apologising but doing it anyway, for Harry.

Harry looked up, met his eyes and nodded. There was a pensive look on his face, almost as if he wasn't sure what he was feeling. Draco cursed silently, realising that he could just have ruined the fragile friendship he had been developing with Harry.

"It's okay, I understand. I forgot that you could smell- I wouldn't " Harry broke off, frustrated with himself for not being able to say exactly what he meant.

"I understand" Draco said smoothly.

"I would never hurt you" Harry said suddenly, his green eyes ablaze with honesty and innocence as they stared up at Draco, wanting to show that he meant what he said.

'Ever the Gryffindor,' Draco thought with a wry smile.

"I know that, Harry" Draco said quietly.

Harry smiled hesitantly at the other boy, not sure as to whether Draco truly believed him but willing to let the conversation go. He felt awkward. He had not really considered Draco's feelings in the situation until now.

At that moment Draco would have died the happiest man on the Earth. He had managed to touch the boy he wanted, had actually kissed and claimed Harry for his own and Harry had not pulled away.

Harry had leaned into his touches, kissed him back, albeit innocently and with limited experience, but that, to Draco, was what made Harry special. Gaining Harry's love was a challenge, but it would be well worth it in the end, of that he had no doubt.

"I'd better go" Harry said gently, hiding his mixed emotions successfully as he gave the boy who had nearly ravished him a strained smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast" Draco agreed.

"Great! See you tomorrow, Draco" Hermione beamed, following Harry out of the tower and dragging a stunned Ron behind her.

Draco heard the portrait close and collapsed onto the sofa, relief present in every portion of his body.

"I might just win his heart after all" he murmured to himself.

A picture of Harry entered his mind.

"That's if I can stop myself from ravishing him every time I see him" Draco added, not in the least bit concerned about talking to himself. No one had ever said that Veela were normal, especially when they were around their mates.

End of chapter 6.

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