A/N: Here's the third story of the set! Thanks again for the reviews! I hope you enjoy this one!
Veela Mate.
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Draco Malfoy was watching the clock, waiting for his seventeenth birthday. Waiting for his Veela Inheritance.
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0.
A bright light surrounded the Slytherin, and he felt a curious floating sensation as his body changed to accommodate his Veela powers.
The sensation and light faded as Draco ran to the mirror. He was amazed by what he saw. His hair was slightly longer, his eyes a brighter silver, and his skin paler.
"I can't wait 'till my mate sees me!" he thought. "I'll knock them dead!"
Draco was wandering down the corridor on his way to his first class when a wonderful scent caught his attention. He stopped dead, knowing instinctively that his mate was nearby.
Draco's heart began to beat faster when he heard voices approaching. Around the corner came the Dream Team, and when they saw Draco, they stopped and stared at him, a lusty glint in their eyes.
However, Draco just stared at Harry. To him, it seemed as though the Gryffindor was bathed in twinkling lights.
Ron was the first to recover, his love for Hermione seemingly counteracting Draco's Veela powers, and he pulled Harry and Hermione away from the Veela.
Draco didn't take his eyes off Harry until he rounded the next corner, only then did he realise what had just happened.
"Oh no!" he thought, sinking to the floor. "Harry Potter is my mate! Father will disown me, the Dark Lord will come after me, and worst of all, Harry hates me! He'll never consent to being my life-mate!"
The door to Professor Snape's office opened and the sallow faced teacher swept out on his way to his first class. Seeing Draco on the floor, he frowned and crouched down.
"Draco, are you alright?" he asked the blonde.
"No! Yes!" Draco replied. "I need to see Professor Dumbledore. What's his password?"
"Pepper Imps," Snape answered, after a brief hesitation.
"Thanks," Draco stood up and moved in the direction of the stairs, head hanging.
Reaching the Headmaster's office, Draco knocked on the door and hesitantly entered at Dumbledore's command. The old wizard looked up from his desk.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I was expecting you," Dumbledore motioned to the chair opposite his desk. "Please sit down."
Draco sat and glanced up into twinkling blue eyes.
"You see," he began. "At first I thought that I'd have to see you when people started jumping me because I can't control my Veela powers, but it seems that I have a bigger problem than that. It's about my mate..."
When Draco trailed off uncertainly, Dumbledore took the opportunity to speak.
"Draco, I would like you to know that I have had thoughts concerning your welfare," he said. "I took the liberty of arranging a set of rooms for you and your mate. If you go to the fifth floor corridor on the left, you will find a picture of the Quidditch pitch. The password is 'Golden Snitch'.
"Now, what is the problem with your mate?"
Draco hesitated before answering. "It's Harry."
"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore was mildly surprised.
"Yes," Draco mumbled.
"Well, that is a problem," Dumbledore was slightly amused. He knew that Harry had feelings for the blonde Slytherin Veela, but apparently neither of them had worked it out yet. He would simply have to help them out, it seemed.
Making up his mind, Dumbledore said, "Go to your new rooms, Draco. You are excused from classes today. I will send for Harry and speak with him. He will join you soon."
Draco stood up when the picture opened and Harry stepped into the room. The two stared at each other for a whole minute before Harry spoke.
"Dumbledore said you're a Veela."
"I am," Draco replied.
"He said I'm your mate." Harry stated.
"You are," Draco confirmed.
Harry walked slowly over to the Veela, who was now studying the carpet. Harry put a finger under Draco's chin and raised the blonde's head. Harry stared up into the silver eyes, searching for Draco's emotions.
Draco grew uncomfortable under the smaller boy's searching emerald gaze, but he refused to look away. Even so, he didn't see what was coming when Harry suddenly leaned up and kissed him softly.
For a moment, Draco couldn't respond, however when Harry's tongue swept across his lips, Draco opened his mouth, granting Harry access, and kissing back.
Pulling away, Harry tucked his head under Draco's chin and leaned against him, loving the feeling of Draco's arms around him.
"What do I have to do as your mate?" Harry asked.
Draco thought for a moment before answering, "Well, you have to help me control my Veela powers, by taking some into yourself. That's about it, apart from staying with me for the rest of my life."
"How do I take some of your powers?"
"We make love," Draco whispered. "But we don't have to yet. You know, when you're ready, we could, but-"
"Where's the bedroom?" Harry's voice cut across Draco's ramblings.
"You want to..." Draco was stunned. "Right now?"
Harry pulled back a bit to look Draco in the eyes.
"Well we've both got today off classes," he said. "And what happens if we don't?"
"For a few weeks, nothing," Draco answered. "Then, I'd get sick and eventually die."
I don't want that to happen, so we'd better take precautions," Harry told the Veela. "Unless you don't want to..."
"Of course I do!" Draco interrupted. "You're my mate! I love you! But I just didn't realise that you'd want me so soon."
Harry looked incredulous. "I've been crushing on you for the past two years and you never noticed?"
"You've had a crush on me since fourth year?" Draco could hardly believe it.
"Since the end of the year, yes!" Harry was exasperated. "Now, are we going to the bedroom?!"
Draco smiled and pulled Harry towards the red and silver decorated room.
Draco watched Harry as he slept. The Gryffindor looked happy and peaceful. Draco had never felt so content and loved. The feeling of Harry's hands roaming over his skin still lingered and Draco couldn't forget how he'd felt when Harry was inside him and when he'd been inside Harry.
Draco was brought out of his thoughts by Harry's fingers stroking his cheek. Looking into sparkling green eyes, Draco smiled.
"Hey, Beautiful!" he whispered.
"Hi," Harry replied. "This morning was amazing!"
"Yeah!" Draco agreed.
Harry gave him a saucy look and said in as innocent a voice as he could muster, "But now I need a shower."
Draco's eyes widened.
"Would care to-er-scrub my back?" Harry continued.
"Of course!" Draco replied.
Giggling, the two made their way to their bathroom.
"What's that?" Harry had caught sight of his reflection in a mirror.
Looking down, Harry saw a small red heart marked in the skin of his right hip. Draco moved around Harry to look, and Harry saw an identical mark on Draco.
"You've got one too, look..." Harry brushed his fingers over the mark.
"Oh!" Draco smiled. "I know what it is! It's a mark that a Veela and it's mate get after they make love for the first time. Every pair has their own unique mark."
Harry grinned.
"I like it!" he whispered, pulling Draco down for a kiss.
The two collapsed back onto the bed and only made it to the shower much later in the day.
The End.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!
