Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Harry, not Draco... and if I have copied some other author besides J.K. Rowling then I will give credit where credit is due. The song is owned by the band Disturbed or some other person or organization that is not me.

Warnings: This is slash, you know boy meets boy, boy kisses boy, boy loves boy... slash. Oh, and yes there is a Veela Draco in this fic, but it's not the main thing in the fic, I swear. It's rated M, well firstly because I don't really get the rating system and secondly because there will be heavy stuff later in the story And also there is some Hermione bashing, she's a right old bitch in this story.

Summary: Harry Potter wakes to find himself different, Draco Malfoy comes into his inheritance. The two boys find themselves stuck at Hogwarts over the summer between their sixth and seventh year. DM/HP, HG/VK, GW/Unknown

A/N Okay I had some interesting reviews… Blaze, Tom Riddle, Severus…all interesting guess, personally I like them all. So no you guys are not the only weird ones. I wont be telling you who he is… not in this chapters or then next actually, but rest assured you will be told eventually. Okay this is unbeta'd so sorry, but hell did you want a new chapter or not?

Here you go… review at the end please.

Chapter 6

"How great that you could finally make it, Potter." The sarcastic voice of Harry's Potions Professor said as he walked into the room. Harry glanced at his Professor only for a moment and began his way to the back of the room, deciding that he needed to be as far away as possible; the Potions Master seemed to be in a worse then normal mood and his normal mood was bad enough.

"Potter, what may I ask are you doing?" Harry had just sat in the normal desk that he and Ron had shared through out their six years of Potions. He could not find what he had done wrong, but this was Snape, if you sneezed too loud you could be in trouble.

"Sorry, sir?" he asked.

"Potter, move yourself to the front. I do not want to waste my voice yelling at you across the room." Harry shrugged and moved himself a few seats closer, his eyes trained warily on the other man.

"Turn to chapter three, read and answer the questions at the end." He pulled out his slightly battered copy of Advanced Potions Making Turning to chapter three he began to read. This was a strange assignment Snape had never in class made them read and answer the questions at the end of the chapter; it was almost like busy work.

A while into his very interesting reading on proper use of an enlarging potion Harry glanced up to see Draco Malfoy stride into the room, his smirk firmly in place. He stopped at Snape's desk and proceeded to start an apparently deep in discussion with the man. Harry looked down at his book, but he was unable to read the words any longer, the words were blurry and unintelligible. He looked back up again at Malfoy. The blond had moved so that he was looking at Snape but Harry got a very good view of him.

His pale blond hair hung in waves across his cheeks and forehead; every few minutes Harry saw him reach an elegant hand to brush the strands away from his face. He had never really paid much attention but Malfoy really was attractive, with his high cheek bones and puffy lips. He looked sort of feminine but he was too tall and muscular to be described as girly by anyone's standard. He wore black robes that fanned out behind him, obscuring Harry's view of his back, among other things. Even that could not hide the obviously fit body beneath the robes. Quidditch did that too people, you have to be in shape to be able to stand the long hours, possibly, on a broom.

Even though this was the boy who had made his life hell, who had insulted him and his friends all his years at Hogwarts he found himself very interested in the blond, not that he would ever do anything. Unfortunately Malfoy's personality, his hatred and prejudice would always get in the way.

If Ron could hear his thoughts he would be in a lot of trouble. He thought as his eyes traveled downward. The boy had very long legs, thoughts of that body wrapped around his, his hands in the pale hair rushed through his imagination. He could almost feel hot breath on his neck, could almost feel soft hands running down his chest around his waist and across his shoulders.

Harry averted his eyes, blushing, when Malfoy turned to him, the last thing he wanted was Malfoy notice that he was checking him out. Malfoy would never let him live it down.

"Potter! Have you finished?" Snape said in a voice that clearly said he was not even sure if Harry knew how to read.

"No, sir." Even though the chapter was short and only a review, he had spent most of his time staring off into space or at Malfoy. What was wrong with him anyway? He shook his head, oblivious to the Slytherins who stared at him, both with very different expressions on their faces.

"Potter!" he said a bit sharply, Harry jumped slightly. "Mr. Malfoy will be your tutor for today and possibly for the week. I have better things to do." For some reason this made Malfoy grin. He found himself staring again, not even caring that Snape was still talking.

"Do you understand?" Snape said snapping Harry out of his gazing.

"Er… what sir?" Snape sneered.

"I said do you understand." Harry nodded his head, not able to recall what the Potions Master had said but not really caring either. He would find out soon enough. Snape left the room, slamming the door on his way out. Draco Malfoy stood only a few feet in front of him. Suddenly everything seemed to close in on him; he felt an enormous pressure on his chest.

"Well Potter, shall we start?" Malfoy said his voice soft and filled with an emotion that Harry could not place.

Earlier that morning, before he found himself standing in front of his mate, Draco had walked into a fight between his father and his godfather. They stood close together his father smirking, eyes coldly staring at Severus. The other man glared with a fury that Draco had only seen reserved for his father, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You will do as I say." Lucius said his voice betraying his anger.

"I wont. He is my responsibility and not some whore for your son!" his voice rose with every word. Draco felt a burning anger rip through his heart. How dare he say that about Harry? Thankfully though he decided to see what else the two men would say, setting aside his thought of torturing his Godfather.

"Severus." That one word held many different meanings, mostly threats. Draco watched as Severus closed off, his face taking on the mask of a Death Eater.

Draco had worn that masked, seen it on many of his father's and mother's friends and his childhood friend's parents. His father had taught him that the best way to get what you want, what you needed, is through indifference.

"No." He tried to be firm but Draco, and he was sure his father too, could tell he was about to give in. Lucius smiled, not really a smile that other people besides Draco and Severus could see, he never smiled in a way that was obvious.

"You have too. Draco needs you." Deciding to make himself known, he walked out of the shadows. Both men turned to him, their eyes glue to his.

"What about me?" he asked, knowing that they knew he had been listening to the whole conversation. Strangely enough, Severus blushed slightly.

"You are going to be tutoring Potter in Potions and the both of you will be getting some lessons outside of the school curriculum." Lucius said his eyes back on Severus.

"You will not. I won't allow it." Severus returned, lifting a hand to tug at his collar, a sure sign that he was about to give in. Draco found it very strange that his Godfather was giving all these signs about his feelings. Normally he would only be able to pick up on maybe one, never two and certainly not as many as he had.

"Severus." His father could be a very stubborn man. Draco took a seat to watch them fight silently with their eyes, his legs propped up on the coffee table. He had always loved to watch the two men fight, he learned quite a bit of hexes and curses when he hung around them for too long.

"What would I say?" Severus asked defeated, Draco frowned; he had thought this would last a bit longer.

There are only a few people in the world that can change Severus Snape's mind. One was sitting on a dark leather couch and the other was standing just about half a foot away form said man. Not that many people would even try to change his mind. They were also one of the only people allowed in his home outside of Hogwarts.

"Say that you have better things to do." Severus glared at the senior Malfoy.

"Like what?" He asked harshly.

"Does that really matter?" Lucius asked.

Draco could tell that there was something that he was missing from this conversation. His father and Severus had always not told him something, as a child he had tried to find out what that was, his curiosity too great to contain. He had found nothing; at least nothing that he thought was their secret.

Now Draco stood in front of the room conscience of the fact that Harry's eyes were on him, checking him out. He leaned over, making sure that Harry got a good view of him.

"Severus, how long has he been here?" dark eyes glared at him before answering.

"About twenty minutes, when you should have been here." Draco smiled cheekily.

"Well, why would I do that? I thought that you two needed some quality time together. "

"Quite right." Severus returned his eyes to the paper he was working on.

"So what should I teach him?" he asked, trying to stall for time, he already knew what he was going to teach his mate.

"How about you show him a good Veela Repellant." Draco frowned; something about this situation had his godfather upset.

"Severus… you know I wouldn't do that. Why would I?" He hoped that he would explain why he was so against his union with his mate.

"Draco, if you want the boy… don't turn your charms on him." Draco blushed; he had been allowing a small amount of his Veela powers free.

"Why? He'll want me and he and I can be together." Draco said it was all very simple. If he could get Harry to begin to want him, if only in a sexual way then the part in Harry that was meant to be with him would be awakened. He had read that in a book about his powers, that the mates of the Veela, who were not Veela, could sense something about the union.

"It won't work" he spoke softly but harsh "I know it won't, not with Potter." Draco frowned, jealousy rearing its ugly head. How could Severus know what Harry would want?

"Silly boy, you know that I can't stand him." Severus said as he read the sings that the Veela was becoming angry. Draco narrowed his eyes, allowing more of his Veela Charms to run through the room. This time not only centered at Harry but at his Godfather too.

"It will work." He said. Severus' eyes roll in the back of his head, but he fought the urges that run through his body.

"Stop it." Draco focused his Charms toward Harry, not as much as before.

"Fine, but it will work." Draco repeated himself.

"Draco." Severus said as if her were only a child.

"Don't talk to me like that, I'm not a child. Not by wizard standards, nor Veela." Trying to change the subject he remembered his father's request.

"Father wants to see you in his study. Now." He left no room for argument, just as his father had told him to do. Severus ignored him and looked toward Harry.

"Potter, have you finished?" Draco narrowed his eyes at Severus' obvious thought that he doubted Harry could even read.

"Potter!" he said a bit sharply, Harry jumped slightly. "Mr. Malfoy will be your tutor for today and possibly for the week. I have better things to do." He smiled suddenly, remembering his Father's and Severus' argument.

"You will treat Mr. Malfoy with the same respect that you would any other Professor. I will be checking your progress. Do you understand?" Snape said. Harry looked dumbfounded. Draco thought he looked adorable.

"Er… what sir?" Snape sneered.

"I said do you understand." Harry nodded his head, Severus walked out the room, holding the papers that he was working on in his arms. His godfather definitely had a taste for the dramatic. He glanced back at Harry he was still watching where Severus had just exited.

"Well Potter, shall we start?" Harry looked at him with a small amount of wonder.

"Er… sure." The boy really was not in the brightest of moods today, he could not ever string together a full sentence.

"Let's start with something simple, yeah?" Draco asks, trying desperately not to jump on his mate now that the two of them were alone, and his bloody conscience had been settled. Harry said nothing, just stared at Draco.

"Come on, I don't have all day. Let's just get this over with. Minimal body damage would be preferable." Silently Draco cursed himself, why the hell did he just mention body?

"Yeah… sure." Harry looked uncertain before he pulled out his text book once again.

"Right then. Where should we start?" Draco fliped through the text book.

"Well this one here looks good." He pointed out a potion that should be able to make it possible for someone to go with out oxygen until the antidote potion was ingested. Interesting enough.

He watched as Harry moved the book toward him and glanced down at the potion. An idea suddenly struck him.

"Harry?" said boy looked up sharply at the use of his name, "I want to make a truce, just for this summer, mind you." Draco added quickly seeing the look on Harry's face.

"I… yes. A truce for the summer. I can do that." He said.

"Good than. Let's get started. "

The door slammed with an angry thud making the walls rattled slightly. Lucius glanced up only for a moment before returning to his papers.

"What exactly do you want?" Severus stalked over to the corner of the room where he glared moodily out the window.

"I want many things." Lucius said.

"Does your son always have to mess with that spell?" he glared at the sunny happy outside. Lucius looked up but only spared a moment for the window.

"He always does that." Severus spun on his heel, his robes flaring about him.

"Your despicable son had the nerve no the audacity to demand me to come and see you." he narrows his eyes "and on your orders." Again Lucius only looked up at Severus briefly.

"Demanded? Did he really?" If he had been looking he would have seen a faint blush touch the Potions Master's cheeks. As luck would have it he was much to engross in his papers to look up again.

"He implied at such, yes." Severus said sharply. Lucius chucked.

"Well my son does imply much, doesn't he?" his fingers ran down the length of the paper his eyes moving furiously across the page.

"What is it that you are so fascinated with that you can't even look at me?" He tried to snatch up some of the papers, but strong hands gripped his wrist. Severus ripped his hand away.

"It, my friend is a way to secure young Mr. Potter for Draco."

Draco stood behind Harry his fingers clenched at his sides, itching to grasp hold of his mate. He and Harry had worked well together so far, both shedding their animosity like a bad robe. With Draco quietly showing Harry the correct way and Harry asking questions when he was confused or needed clarification, it almost seemed as if they were friends. Draco shuddered, his Veela senses working over drive as Harry once again brush up against him. He was sure this was accidental but he could not stop the wonderful feelings he received him at the contact.

"Does it matter if I stir it counter-clock wise?" Harry asked, his green eyes searching Draco's. The blond almost melted on the spot as the jolt of sexual tension rushed through him. He did not know how long he could stand the torture.

"Well in this particular potion… er… no. But it is always a good idea to go clockwise. Sometimes it just works better." He hoped that would satisfy Harry, right now he could not think up the real reason why. Harry however did not seem to mind; he only shrugged his shoulders and started to stir.

He watched as Harry's shirt tightened across his back (he had taken off his robes earlier), the itching in his hands back again. He needed to touch. He forced himself back a few feet, but could not deny himself the pleasure of watching, even if it killed him.

"Malfoy, could you help me with something. I'm not sure this looks right." Draco frowned he thought he had been watching Harry's progress well enough and he had seen no mistakes as of yet. He peered over Harry's shoulder, well aware of how close he was to his mate, he breathed in his scent.

"Looks fine." The dark haired boy jumped, pushing the bubbling potion over, spilling its contents over Harry's front. Harry pushed Draco back against the desk, who then fell backwards.

"Potter!" he could not keep the annoyance out of his voice "What the hell was that?" his eyes met those of green, breaking contact he looked down. He felt as if the air had been knocked out of him. Harry had taken off his shirt again and that nipple ring was back. Unable to help himself he let loose his Veela Charms, he could see the consequence of his action immediately. Harry's eyes glazed over, his cheeks turning bright red, his breathing coming out in harsh gasps. Draco reached out almost lazily for Harry, who practically jumped in his arms. The feeling was heaven.

Their mouths met with a frantic fury, both pressing their bodies as close together as they could. Draco ran his tongue along Harry's teeth, enjoying the sounds issuing for the other boy's mouth. He ran his fingers over all the flesh he could reach, he needed this, and this was what his body had been yearning for.

Harry returned his caresses with some of his own, Draco thought perhaps he could die happy after all. He broke the kiss in favor of paying some attention to Harry's neck; his lips placed soft hot kisses down the creamy column.

"Harry… Harry…" he whispered. "I need you…" he knew that his Veela Charms were affecting Harry drastically but he also knew that this was the way it was supposed to be. He could feel something inside of him changing. Harry was meant to be his and only his that was just how it had to be.

He ran his hands over Harry chest liking the feel of the hot skin; soon his mouth followed the same path. He made sure to pay extra attention to the ring. He gave a loud moan of appreciation when Harry pulled him back up to claim his mouth.

Soon though, Harry's hands and mouth became rough, demanding something that Draco was prepared to give willingly. Harry pushed Draco against the desk, his hips grinding against the blond.

"Want you…" was all he seemed able to say, before his hands dove between the two of them finding Draco hardening length. Draco's eyes rolled back, his smiled with pure delight. This dominate Harry was not what he had expected but he could grow to like this. Harry's tanned hand ripped at his shirt, the other currently busy with other things. For a moment Draco felt a small amount of disappointment, it was a really nice shirt, but then he felt Harry's lips on him and all thought floated away.

He scratched at Harry's back, wanting more then a simple hand job. Harry answered him with a low growl, with one hand still working on Draco the other was now trying to push down both of their trousers. Draco tried to help his own hands suddenly clumsy in their efforts. Finally he was able to return the favor, he stroked Harry length, loving the feel. Harry's dominance subsided, Draco pushed him back against the wall, he smiled up into the murky green eyes as he fell to his knees.

"POTTER! DRACO! What exactly are you doing in my classroom?" Draco had never been so annoyed to see his Godfather. He threw a dirty look at the dark haired man before trying to coax Harry back to his original state. Unfortunately Harry now held the look of someone betrayed. He glared at Draco, his eyes burning in a way that was still very arousing to Draco but that was not all together very happy.

"What did you do to me?" Harry's eyes were still clouded over with desire, but a stronger feeling was rushing over him. Draco's throat tightened.

"I… Harry there's something I need to tell you" Draco began to explain but Harry and his Godfather had other ideas.

"Draco did you do what I specifically told you not to do? Did I not warn you that this would go wrong?"

"I don't want to hear it… "Harry said as he all but ran from the room. Draco made a move to follow him, he had to stop the pain he felt in his mate but Severus stopped him.

"You can't follow him." Draco glared at him but nodded his head, trying to get Severus to let go of him. He had to finish this, he was needed.

TBC

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