A/N: Same warnings and notes as before.

Any comments would be gladly appreciated, as I have been working on this fic almost as long as Finding Harry, and had I not been publishing FH, it might have been done much sooner. If you would like to email me, my address is elfflame at hotmail dot com.

Thank you to so many people who helped me with this story. The first is Foodie, who read large chunks of this story for character purposes, and is always a doll when it comes to encouraging me to write. The second is to Dark Angel, who was particularly a major influence on the Lucius in this story. Without her, this Lucius would have been much wimpier. And the final thank you goes to my lovely Turtle Avenger, who tells me that she'd read the phone book if I wrote it. :D Love you, hon.

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I hope you all enjoy.

What's Done Is Done

By Elf Flame

2 Veela and Their Mates

"Draco…"

"Hmm?" Draco murmured, sleepily.

"What…Why…what was this about? I…I thought you hated me."

Draco sighed, and rolled away from Harry, cast a quick cleansing spell on both of them, then lifted the quilt, got underneath, and held the quilt for Harry to crawl in after him. He had hoped that this wouldn't end quite so quickly. But he owed Harry an explanation.

It took him a moment to sort out his thoughts as they cuddled together under the blanket, but finally he spoke. "I don't hate you, Harry. I never…hated you." Harry's eyebrow raised. Draco smirked. "I was…jealous. You got all the attention. Stole my glory. Refused my friendship. No one's ever done that to me. It was infuriating."

Harry mulled this over, a slight frown creasing his brow. "So, what? You had to…claim me to…fix that?"

Draco chuckled, and felt Harry shiver at the sound. "Hardly. That just explains why I acted the way I did in school. This was…something else entirely."

"Oh? Do tell."

Draco sighed. This was information he'd never shared with anyone at school. It made him…vulnerable. He took a deep breath. Harry deserved to know if anyone did. "I don't know if you ever heard the rumors at school about my family, Harry, but I'm part Veela." Harry looked curious, but not startled. He'd obviously heard the rumors, but Draco could tell he wasn't sure what they had to do with…this. When he did not comment, Draco continued. "What do you know about half-Veela?"

Harry shrugged. "I assume they're rather much like regular Veela."

Draco shook his head. "Not really. We don't have quite as much drawing power as full-blooded Veela. It's more subtle with half-bloods. And we can't control it, or use it as well as full bloods can. In fact, the less Veela blood, the less likely we can use the power."

"And how much Veela blood do you have?" Harry asked curiously.

"Grandmother's mother was a Veela. I'm not even quite sure what that makes me, to be honest. I can't even use the attraction powers. At least father could a bit."

"Your father?" Harry looked surprised at this. "I…I'd assumed the Veela blood came from your mother's side."

Draco laughed. "Oh, no, the Blacks are much more pureblooded than the Malfoys. They would never have allowed any of their children to marry such a 'creature.' Good thing we Malfoys keep secrets so well," he smiled.

Harry thought about this for a moment, then looked back at Draco. "So, if you can't control your powers, what does it matter that you're a Veela?"

Draco smiled. "Just because I don't have that ability, doesn't mean it doesn't affect me in other ways. I don't know if you know anything much about Veela and their mates, but, well, we're rather monogamous in our relationships."

He could see Harry was trying not to laugh. "Monogamous? But, Draco, you were with at least half the school in the past year, according to the rumors."

Draco smiled. "Not just rumors. I did have to know I was getting what I wanted, after all. When I say monogamous, I mean that once we've bonded to our chosen mate, we have no wish to be with anyone else."

Harry gazed intently at Draco for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was low, and Draco wasn't sure if he was holding back because he was angry, or because he was scared, or because of a third emotion that seemed too unlikely to hope for. "And which am I, Draco? A fling? Or a potential mate?"

Draco swallowed. He couldn't look away from those eyes, no matter how scared he was at this moment. "A…mate," he whispered, his heart in his throat.

Harry was pulled back, eyes wide. "Are you sure? Why? I…You hate me!"

"I never hated you, Harry. I told you. I despised you, for a bit, because you chose Weasley over me, and because you got all the attention, but I still wanted to be your friend. And it pissed me off royally because you didn't seem to want the same. I never bend, Harry, and you made me practically fold in half!"

"Did I?" Harry smiled.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "No one can get a reaction out of me like you can. But I was content to piss you off forever, and then you went and killed any chance I had of hating you…"

"Oh?"

"Yeah." Draco smirked. "You spoke Parseltongue. Second year?" He watched as Harry's eyes glowed with the memory. "I wanted to scare you with that snake, and instead, you controlled it. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard." He leaned towards Harry, his lips just brushing his earlobe. "And I've wanted you ever since," he whispered.

"So, I've been a potential mate for you since you were twelve?" Harry asked, incredulously, looking over at Draco.

Draco grinned. "Yes, well, I've always been a bit precocious."

Harry smiled uncertainly. After a moment of thought, he looked at Draco curiously. "So, now what?"

Draco's heart thundered at the question. He'd always assumed that if he'd got this far, that Harry would thank him for the good time, then walk away forever. He'd never allowed himself to imagine that Harry would still be here, holding him. "You…you want to stay?"

Harry laughed softly. "Draco, do you honestly think I'd allow you to do this if I wasn't interested, or that I'd walk away after? I might have nearly been sorted into Slytherin, but I'm not that cold-blooded."

Draco couldn't breathe. "You…in Slytherin?" He could feel his body flush with the idea. If they'd been in the same house…would he have waited this long? Could he have?

"Yeah, the hat wanted to put me there, but really, I could have gone anywhere I wanted."

Draco tried desperately to control his breathing. The images that played through his head…cuddling together that first night, homesick and afraid; Harry confiding to Draco that he was a Parselmouth; their first sexual discoveries together; finally admitting to each other that they had feelings for one another…but those were just fantasies, and Harry was here, really here, in his bed. And he wanted to be. "I thought you were straight."

"Yeah, well, when you get the kind of press I do, you try especially hard to be discreet. Besides, I'm not gay, either. I'm just attracted to whom I'm attracted to." Those green eyes were on him again.

Draco swallowed. Did he mean? "You…but…how? When?"

Harry reached a hand to Draco's face and brushed a strand of hair from his eyes. "I can't say exactly. I certainly hated you with a passion. You made that pretty easy. But this past year…I dunno. I think if I hadn't seen you with so many of the guys around school, I might have given you a try. You're not unattractive. And…you made me feel." Those green eyes glowed again.

Draco gulped. "Feel?"

Harry's expression turned bitter, and Draco pulled him closer, knowing that he was lost in memories of the past few months. "Yeah. It was kind of hard to feel anything, knowing I was going to die soon, but you…always you…no matter how I was feeling, you got a reaction out of me." He looked bemusedly at Draco.

"And now?"

"And now…" Harry grinned, "I just want to know what's next. You say that once you're bonded you don't have other partners? How do we do that?" Those arms around him made Draco feel as though he were floating. And the words…

But he had to slow things down. No matter how much he wanted this. He shook his head to clear it. "It's not that simple. Harry, I've known what I've wanted for years. I…I almost acted on it in the last month. Several times. But I didn't want to push. You already had so much to deal with, I didn't want to add another problem."

"Problem? Draco, this isn't a problem, it's…heaven. If I'd gone off to face Voldemort after this, I probably would have defeated him in five seconds!"

Draco wanted to smile at that, but this was too serious. And Harry had to know that. "Harry, believe me, this is not something to laugh at. Once we've bonded, there will be consequences. It's not something I want you to jump into lightly. And you certainly had enough of those kinds of things to deal with last month, okay? Honestly, I never thought…I thought you'd enjoy it, maybe, then tell me to bug off. You know? 'Thanks but no thanks.'"

"You may like me, Draco, but you sure don't know me. I don't do 'casual fucks.'"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Oh, Potter? And exactly how many relationships have you had?"

"Two. And no, I won't tell you who with. Because they don't matter. I'm here with you, not them."

After thinking about that for a moment, Draco nodded. After all, he was certainly no one to talk. "I can respect that. Can I at least ask boy or girl?"

Harry smirked. "One girl, one boy, in that order. Now tell me-what next? Or are you just trying to drag this out so that you don't have to tell me?"

Draco took a deep breath. "Well, as much as I'm loath to let you go…" Harry's arms encircled him. "Stop that, or I won't be able…" Draco pushed him to arm's length again. "It's not that I don't want you here now, but you can't decide while you're in bed here with me. The…my pheromones won't let you. They'll convince you to feel whatever I want you to feel." Draco blushed. "You need to go think this through, Harry. This isn't a marriage. It's a lot more permanent. It means that you won't be able to leave me. Ever. That we'll die without each other. Veela and their mates usually die within a week of each other."

Harry examined his face. He'd never seen Draco look so serious, so worried. He certainly never wanted to see him this way again. He wanted to see him smile instead. "Good. Because, honestly, Draco…" Draco, panicking, put his fingers on Harry's lips.

"No. I know you want to, but it's the pheromones talking. Look, why don't you go to the room that mother had prepared for you, and think this through, all right?"

Harry looked at Draco for a long moment, before nodding. "Okay, but only if you walk me there. I'm not quite…ready to let go of you yet." He grinned, and Draco couldn't help but smile. "Besides, I'm not sure I'd be able to find that room again, all by myself."

Draco chuckled. "Of course." He slipped out of the bed and began to pull on his clothes, but was unsurprised when a still very naked Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind.

"Draco…"

Draco turned in his arms and placed his finger on Harry's lips. "Tomorrow. Anything you want, all right?"

Harry took a deep breath, kissed him, then nodded and pulled away. "All right." Draco watched as Harry's beautiful form disappeared once more underneath several layers of clothing, then sighed and finished pulling on his robe.

Together the two walked silently down the hall towards the visitor's wing at the East end of the estate. "I can't believe you live in this place, Draco. It's…unreal."

Draco snorted. "I can't believe you lived with Muggles your entire life. We're even."

"Believe me, it was far from this pleasant."

Draco grinned. "I'm sure of that, Potter."

"Potter?"

Draco's grin widened. "It's your name, isn't it?"

Harry snorted. "I suppose it is at that, Malfoy."

Upon reaching the room Draco's mother had set up for Harry, Draco turned away to go back to his room, but Harry pulled him back. "Don't I even get a good-night kiss?"

"Harry…"

"Just one, then I promise I'll go into my room and not come out till I've decided, okay?"

As much as Draco wanted to, he simply couldn't glare at him about this. "Fine. But just one." He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Harry's, thinking that would be the end of it, but Harry's arms wrapped around him, and soon the kiss had gone beyond 'good-bye' and was rapidly approaching 'maybe I can't wait until morning.' Draco pulled away. "Harry…"

He grinned unrepentantly. "I know, I know. Good night, Draco."

"Good night, Harry." He turned and moved down the hall before he did something he knew he would regret, like joining Harry in his room.

Halfway back to his own room, Draco ran into Weasley and Granger, who were still looking quite out of place. When Weasley saw Draco, he moved to intercept him. "Malfoy. What did you do with Harry? Where is he? I saw you disappear together at least an hour ago."

"He simply wanted to know where his room was. So I escorted him there. If you'll excuse me, it's been a very long night…"

"Where is he, Malfoy?" Weasley growled, pushing him towards the wall menacingly.

Granger came to Draco's assistance. "Ron! Leave him alone. He already answered you. We have a place to look, let's just go there, and if he's not there, then you can come back and fight with Malfoy if need be."

Weasley backed off at this, but Draco was quick to keep them from moving down the hall. "I wouldn't bother him, Granger. He's taken a sleeping draught. He was exhausted. He's fine, I promise. You'll see him in the morning."

"And why should we believe you, Malfoy?" she asked primly.

"Because, Granger, if the hero of the Wizarding World disappears at Malfoy Manor, who exactly do you think will be blamed? He's fine. Leave him alone. All right?"

She frowned at him for a moment, then nodded. "Fine. But if I don't see him tomorrow…"

"Yes, yes, you'll exact your vengeance upon me…whatever." Then he turned his back on the couple and continued on towards his room. The rest of the trip was quiet, until he reached his door. Where Snape stood, waiting for him. "Professor," he greeted him, moving past him to open the door.

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Draco…what are you playing at?"

Draco turned back to his former professor. "Playing, sir? I don't know what you mean."

"Don't use that innocent look on me, Draco. I know it's just a ploy. Half the guests tonight saw you dragging Potter upstairs. Are you sure you should be playing this type of game with him?"

Draco's eyes went steely. "I'm not playing games, Severus. I'm deadly serious. And I've already told him everything."

Snape's head snapped back, as though Draco had struck him, his eyes widened just a bit. "Everything, Draco?" Draco wasn't about to admit that there were still aspects Harry didn't know, so he kept silent. Snape's mouth thinned. "Does your father know?"

"It's none of Lucius's business who I choose."

Snape grabbed his arm. "Draco, this is not funny. You know your father when he's been crossed. And you don't know what he might have planned for you…"

Draco pulled his arm out of Snape's grasp. "Well, he'll just have to make alterations to any plans he's made for me, because I have plans of my own, and now that there's a possibility…"

At this, Snape paled. "Tell me you didn't, boy!" Snape hissed.

Draco smirked. "I did. And it was fantastic. And, depending on how things go tomorrow, I intend to keep on doing it." With that, he turned to the door, opened it, then shut it behind him quickly, before Snape could enter.

Now all that was left was the waiting. Draco could tell that it was going to be a very long night.

It was still dark outside when Draco woke with a start. Someone had entered his room. He sat up and reached out for his wand, but before he could retrieve it, a body joined him on the bed and wrapped his arms around Draco.

"I've decided. I don't need all night to do that. I want you, Draco."

At Harry's words, Draco felt electricity begin to glide across his skin, particularly anywhere that Harry touched. He turned back to the silhouette that was Harry. "You shouldn't be here. There are things you don't understand yet, Harry. You need to take the time."

"I've taken all the time I need Draco, I l…" Draco silenced him with a kiss, panic rising in him.

He drew away. "Harry…you don't understand…"

"I understand enough. I've been away from you for four hours. That's long enough to know for sure that you're what I want…"

Draco wanted to believe him, but knew this could be a horrible mistake if he just let Harry blunder into this as he did everything else. "I know you feel that way…but…"

Now Harry's fingers fell across Draco's lips. "No. I know what I want, Draco. And you're it. Possibly always have been, and I was just too angry with you to see it. But you're the only one who's ever been able to get me to react to anything you did. That's got to mean something." He leaned forward, and Draco felt Harry's lips descend on his own. He was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, and when Harry backed away, his mind remained muddled. "I know it might seem like I haven't thought about it much, but you've always been there, Draco. I might have thought it was hate, but I think I was wrong. I think passion is passion, and it just takes whatever form you allow it to. If only I'd known how I felt sooner, Draco. I'd know that it was just love trying to find an outlet. But now I know. I love you."

And with those words, Draco felt the electric charge surge from deep inside, and join with the electric charge writhing along his skin. The world vanished in a flash of light, and he fell unconscious.

TBC