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Author's notes: I have no idea what I'm writing. But thanks all wonderful people for reviews!


Reviews

Lita-2003: Thanks for review! Yup, glad that you liked it!
icetinkles
Yes best friend! Thanks for everything! Gee, we're both crappy authors now!
Yana5:
Yup, here you go, the next chapter.
Empathicsiren
: Yes, good spotting of cliché. And let's not forget winking- Dumbledore.
Oberstmybubble:
Will keep that in mind. Currently trying to play around with the two poor boys in the story. Heh heh. Princess-Fictoria: Yes, all couples JUST have to start from being at loggerheads ay? Like Ron and Hermione… and more upcoming couples. Heh heh.
Elvengoddess696:
Maybe can try feeding bird or getting him/her to read as well. Maybe I'll throw in some Hedwig action to keep bird occupied. ;)


"Stupid Potter, let yourself succumb to that son-of-a-Finnigan… and all that fainting on the train… getting on my nerves…" muttered Malfoy as he stormed out of the Great Hall. Walking swiftly in no particular direction, Malfoy kept his eyes on the ground and suddenly felt himself run into someone.

"Mr. Malfoy! Watch where you're going! And kindly explain your absence from the Great Hall," leered Professor Snape. Draco had run into the Professor in his haphazard steps.

"You're not in there too, Sev!" Draco spat, his eyes full of fury.

"Watch your language, Mr. Malfoy. In school, I expect you to have a certain decorum and due respect for your professors. You shall call me Professor Snape, and only that. Do you understand?" Severus Snape took a step nearer the blonde, his face contorted in a menacing manner.

"I am then sorry, Professor Snape." Draco enunciated each word clearly before stepping away in another direction.

"Wait up!" The Professor ordered. "I was just looking for you."

"And may I know of what purpose, my dear Professor? To mock further at my plight?" Draco shot bitterly, unable to control his emotions. Scenes of Seamus attempting to seduce Harry flashed through his mind, how the former had his lips dangerously on Potter's ear, how he had edged his body towards his Potter… Yes. His Potter.

"Your father has already informed me of your maturation, Draco. I have brewed this potion for you, to help control your Veela charms. Unless if you would prefer to put beautiful Veela side on full display, I would have no say over that," snorted the Professor.

"Fine," barked Draco. He then followed the Professor to his office located in the dungeon.

Along the way, he tried hard to control his temper, but he just felt this burning desire to hex Seamus Finnigan.

"Keep your temper under control or it will control you." Snape chided as he opened the door to his office. "Go on, get inside."

Draco stood in the centre of the office, gritting his teeth. The Professor went behind his desk and fished out a bottle of blue liquid.

"Here, take it. The effects will last one lunar cycle." Snape handed Draco the potion and returned to his desk, back facing the boy.

"I feel like a bloody werewolf," Draco scowled as he emptied the content into his mouth. It tasted bitter, like other Potions, but had a calming effect on him. He no longer felt angry, and a cooling feeling swept through his body, spreading from his stomach to every last nerve on his fingers and toes. It felt the exact opposite as what he felt on the train- the heat rushing within him whenever sodding Potter fainted.

"I gather that you know who your mate is, looking at how worked up you were just now," sputtered Snape, his back still towards Draco.

"Yes," murmured Draco, seemingly ashamed.

"And he is…?" Snape questioned.

"How do you know it's a he?" Draco was shocked by Snape's question and choice of word.

"You mean you didn't know that male veelas' intended are always males?" Snape turned around to face the perplexed youth, his own lips curled into a smirk.

"I see," Draco replied dryly.

"And I presume it is Harry Potter?" Like Draco, Snape took a liking to pronouncing Harry's name with an interesting drawl to the "t" sound in "Potter".

Draco did not reply, only nodded solemnly. At that point, he felt a little stirring in his heart, but nothing strong. Unlike the lonesome moments back at his Manor, where it had felt as though his world was crashing down, Draco felt little for his mate now. If Potter fell dead now, I most probably won't feel a thing, thought the blonde.

Or so he thought.

Xxx

As Draco left Snape's office, he felt that tad more light-hearted. At least now I can resist the urge to slobber over Harry…Wait! Not Harry, I mean Potter, thought Draco. He slapped his forehead with the back of his hand to remind himself, we are not on first-term basis. Lamenting himself on the way back to the Slytherin dungeon, Draco heard a voice on the first floor corridor that made his heart leap. Potter was in the vicinity.

"As I was saying, I am not gay. I don't care where you heard that load of crap from, I am not gay. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Happy?" Harry scowled at Colin Creevey, who apparently had heard from Seamus about Harry's sexual orientation earlier on the train, and has come to hound Harry for an answer.

Draco stopped dead in his tracks. Harry will never be gay. This resounded in his head, and he felt the flutter in his stomach turn into acute churning, like as though he would convulse and drop dead the very moment. The Veela side of him could not accept the fact that Harry is not gay, and never will be. Draco held on to a nearby wall, thoughts of Harry's rejection swirled in his mind, while his felt his body go limp.

"I can't believe it! The Slytherins are spreading rumours about me!" Harry shouted, drawing attention from most in the hallway. Filch, who happened to be nearby, gave a disgruntled snort while his cat hissed. In the corner of Harry's eye, he spotted a pale figure slumped next to the wall, staring at him. He turned towards the pale figure, and raised his eyebrows. He must been seeing things. The all-so-benevolent Draco who healed him, twice, was now the sick one.

No! I cannot be weak! The potion is supposed to work! I'm not supposed to feel a thing for him! Draco forced his rationale side to take control, forcing negative thoughts of Potter through his mind- how smug Potter had been beating him at Quidditch, how Potter always managed to get out of trouble scot-free, how his DA was so successful… jealousy and envy took over the loving side of the Veela, the pained look on his face gradually turning into a typically Malfoy smirk. Harry looked at him perplexed, wondering why the boy had been contorting his facial features. Shrugging it off, Harry continued his way back to the Gryffindor tower. I have succeeded, thought Malfoy.

Xxx

Harry stepped into the Gryffindor common room along with the other sixth-years and headed straight for his dormitory. He sank into his bed, not bothering to unpack his trunk, nor change into his pyjamas. Too much had happened that day, and that was only the first day of school. If I generalise the past few years in Hogwarts, I can safely say, Voldemort won't attack until at least Christmas was over. He would always spend the first few months planning, and then attack just before summer break. This happens all the time, thought Harry. Somewhat comforted by the thought that he would not be involved in any war soon, not on the first day back to school. Then, what had caused that piercing pain in the train?

Xxx

In the Slytherin common room, Draco fumbled with his trunk as Pansy came in.

"Where were you the whole time? I was the only person left to lead the first-years…" Pansy whined as she crossed the room to Draco. Pansy Parkinson, sixth-year Slytherin prefect together with Draco, sat herself down next to Draco uninvited. Despite being warned on the train to not ever touch Draco again, Pansy remained stubborn and launched herself at Draco again. Putting head against his shoulder, Pansy nuzzled against his neck and continued whining. "Drakee-poo… why aren't you talking to me?"

"Stop it! And stop calling me that!" Draco yelled and pushed her harshly away. Unaware of his increase in strength and stealth, Draco had exerted more strength than he had wanted to and Pansy ended up on the floor with a loud thud.

"What's your friggin' problem!" Pansy yelled at Draco. She groaned and picked herself up, a big red bruise clearly seen on her right elbow, where it had hit the ground. "What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing? Pushing me around? Huh?" Pansy screamed, like a banshee, as she lashed out at the blonde.

Draco had once again let rage get to his head and he whipped out his wand, pointing it straight at Pansy. "I told you, don't ever come near me! Which part of that did you not understand? Don't force me!" Draco snarled, his silver grey eyes spoke only one thing; do not trifle with Draco Malfoy.

Pansy scowled and spat, giving Draco a cold hard stare. "You will regret this, Draco Malfoy." After that, she turned around and left the room hastily.

Draco dropped his wand. He could not believe what he had just done. He had just attempted to hex a fellow prefect, just because his rage overtook him. Like what Professor Snape said, he needed to keep that anger in control, or they will control him. That evening, Draco had his first encounter where he is controlled by his anger.

Draco sat down on his bed and slammed his fist hard against the mattress. Damn it. It's all sodding Potter's fault. Gritting his teeth, Draco tried to force Harry out of his head.

That night, both boys had the weirdest dreams of their lives.


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