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
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.
A/N: Thank you everyone who reviewed, I am very sorry to say that I wont be able to update but once a week. If I did start to update more I would end up never updating at all. This way I have lots of time. I hope you like this chapter.
Okay this is a re-post, it was pointed out to me that Fleur was spelt wrong… its fixed now. You know it's amazing how many review you get when people find a mistake. Oh well… I hope this is better. I don't have a beta any longer.
Chapter 7
Harry left the castle, not caring that he was told to stay indoors at all times, not even caring if it would be raining or not. Luckily it was a beautiful day, the sky was bright and clear only a few scattered clouds contrasting against the blue were about. He glared for a moment at the happy and peaceful atmosphere this presented to him. He was not really in the mood to be cheery, not at all.
"Accio Firebolt!" he shouted, his hand waiting out expectantly. Soon a low whistle sounded in his ears and his Firebolt was resting in his palm. He quickly straddled his broom, kicking off the ground hard.
Soaring through the air he never felt as calm. Ever since he had first flown his broom, all that time ago during first year when Malfoy had taken Neville's Rememberall, he had always needed flying to be sane.
Even that thought brought him back to the incident. After the thing with Malfoy in the Potions room he had practically ran from the two Slytherins. God knows what had possessed him; he had felt as if the only way he would never find happiness would be in Malfoy's arms. An overpowering need to be with the other boy, to feel every inch of his skin had threatened to take him over and almost did.
He had yielded, not only that but he had forced himself on the blond. Not that Malfoy had minded so much, if his moans could be any indication. He could still feel the hard, slightly bigger body of his nemesis pressed against him. Where had all those feelings come from?
Malfoy had looked so good, when he had entered the room he had felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. Malfoy was so beautiful, so sexy. Sure he had noticed the other boy before, that summer mostly but he had not been affected by his presence quite this much. The blond looked like the equivalent of sex on legs. He had found himself reacting to the sight quickly. He found himself yet again wanting the blond, wanting to posses him wanting to be possessed by him.
He pushed the broom further, faster trying to drive out his feelings. He did a small dive enjoying the feel of the wind rushing through his hair. This is what he needed to make him forget about Malfoy and his own reactions to him. But it was too late thoughts of the boy had tainted this for him. All he could think about was the incident, and all he wanted to was find Malfoy and snog him as senseless as he had before.
It was all just wrong, he liked boys, hell he even found Malfoy to be sexy as all hell, but he was a bloody prat. Not someone he could see himself with. He dove wanting to find himself a niche to hide himself in. He knew that hiding was wrong, cowardly even but he did not think that he could handle anyone right now.
He strode over to the broom shed; placing his beloved broom in its place he locked the doors. He trusted that when he came back it would be left undisturbed; no one wanted to mess with him, not that anyone at Hogwarts would want his broom. Not after everything that had happened over the years.
"Ginny dear?" Molly Weasley said as she gently knocked on her only daughter's bedroom door. She entered cautiously, Ginny was a lot more private that any of her other children. Maybe with the exception of Percy, she thought bringing forth a wealth of anger and disappointment towards her third son. Where had they gone wrong? She smoothed the front of her dress down, taking small steps toward Ginny.
"Yes, mum?" Ginny was sitting by her window seemingly lost in thought. Molly though she never looked more beautiful.
"Dear, your brother, Bill and Fleur are going to be taking you for your school things. I've got too much things to do around the here." She ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, pushing the loose tresses behind her ears. Ginny looked only mildly disappointed.
"That's okay mum, but what about Ron?" He was still lugging about the house, same as her, both actually wishing school would start. It was a scary thought, but the siblings had never felt as out of the group. At Hogwarts their opinions would count for more, they would be apart of more. Here they were nothing.
"Oh, Ron's going with Harry I think later on this week." Molly said moving around the room picking up things here and there, all the while her tongue click with annoyance.
"You know Harry really is a nice boy." Molly said her voice taking on that of motherly concern. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Mum, Harry's gay!" Molly narrowed her eyes at Ginny.
"I know that. He and Ron are very good friends, very compatible." She smiled knowingly. Ginny tried not to gag.
"I wouldn't get your hopes up mum; those two will never be anything more then friends. I think Ron likes someone anyway." When Ginny saw the light in her mother's eyes she knew the real reason she had mentioned Harry and Ron.
"Oh? Really, who then?" Molly stepped closer.
"Merlin I don't know." Ginny huffed and bent to pick up a shirt off the floor.
"Fine." Molly looked around the room with distaste.
"Ginny, could you try and be just a little bit neater? I know that it's hard for you, but you are a girl." Molly had some very old fashion ideas one being that girls were supposed to be neat and put together at all times; she had more ideas about girls but would not say them in front of Ginny in fear of Ginny's temper. It was better left unsaid.
"Mom, it is neat." She looked around the room and it was neat for her. There was a bit less amount of clothing on the floor, and only a few of her books were off their shelves.
"It's not, but I suppose you'll clean before you go?" her mother asked, or more like demanded, and Ginny nodded. Not that she thought she would but if she did not her mother would be on her case till she left.
"Good, then I'll just leave you to it. Be ready to leave in about an hour." Molly walked out of the room and the second Ginny heard the door click she rushed over to her truck. Hopefully he was still there.
"Come on… where are you?" she tapped her finger against the back impatiently. Soon her boyfriend's head appeared in the little mirror.
"Hello, everything's fine there right?" he asked his face lined with worry for her.
"Yes, yes, everything's fine. But I want to know where I am going to meet up with you for Draco's meeting." She said, glancing about the room, worried that a member of her family was about to walk in.
"Oh… where are you going today?" he asked.
"Bill and Fleur are taking me school shopping in Diagon Alley. The normal stuff I expect." She waited while he thought.
"Are you going to be able to get away from them?"
"Oh sure, that's easy. All I will have to do is point out something shinny for Flour and she'll drag Bill off." She laughed; actually the part Veela was very protective of her fiancé's family. Also the girl was very powerful and intelligent, she would never have been chosen as her schools Champion otherwise. Ginny would have to steer her off with thoughts of the upcoming wedding which would be easy enough to do.
"Good, then sneak off as soon as you can, I'll be waiting for you in the book store and we'll go from there. Don't worry about your supplies; we'll have enough time after the meeting to get everything I'm sure." He smiled at her, but then looked away, when he turned back his mask was firmly in place.
"I have to go." He said in a whisper. She nodded her head and gave him a smile.
Deciding that she might as well do some cleaning before she left, to keep her mother happy, she walked about the room picking things up here and there.
Draco was tied against his bed, his father and Godfather standing beside him looking down.
"Let me go." He said quietly knowing that it was useless but trying to intimidate his father or Severus into letting him go.
"Draco, we're doing this for your own good." Lucius said Draco knew that his father found the whole situation very funny.
"You're keeping me from my mate!" he growled and bucked his hips trying now to physically free himself. The magical binds however, had been cast by two extremely powerful wizards.
"Potter's fine." Severus said.
"He needs me! I know it, I can feel it." Draco was not reduced almost to tears.
"Narcissa did mention something about mood swings." Severus said staring at the pitiful figure on the bed.
"I don't care what the cow said." Lucius turned on his heel, ignoring the pleas coming from the bed. They had been forced to physically restrain Draco from running after Harry and forcing himself on the dark haired boy. Even though it was against his nature to hurt Harry Draco felt an almost irresistible urge to claim him as soon as he could. Lucius and Severus thought it would be best if they stopped Draco before he could wreak damages that could not be repaired. Lucius picked up one of the books he had been studying.
"The Veela Mystery: A History of Veelas and Their Lives. "I picked this up at the Manor I think it will help us with Draco. I don't even want to think about that old cow of a woman who gave birth to him." Severus raised an eyebrow but took hold of the book. He flipped through the pages quietly for a few moments while Lucius stared at his son.
"Father, please I have to see him. I have to make it better!" Draco's eyes were slightly glazed over; he had the look of a mad man.
"FATHER! How can you do this to me?" He thrashed about the bed, making it shake and thump against the wall.
"Draco calm yourself down, you are a Malfoy." Usually this would have made the young man stop whatever he was doing immediately but today it only made his struggle more.
"Severus read the introduction please; I believe there is a passage there worth your time." Lucius said quietly, Severus nodded.
The Veela are a race of many different stereotypes. For centuries the wizarding community has had views on the Veela race that are quite simply not true. The Veela do not nor have they ever eaten their young, they do not worship the moon Gods, there are in fact male Veelas and they especially do not crave humans in any ways or form unless they said human is in fact the Veela's mate and then not for food.
Perhaps the one aspect of their lives that is constant through out all of the Veela races is that either male or female or dominate or submissive they crave and need their mates. Through out history of Veelas have had been power struggles and anger shrouding the blond haired beauties and their quest to find their mates.
Before we get into that it would be best to explain the three different types of Veela for they are all very different.
First there is the most well known verity, The Veela Woman. They are highly beautiful creatures that have the ability to charm any man and some women into doing some highly difficult things that they would normally never be able to accomplish. They use a highly sensitive Veela Charm, that incidentally if used properly can help elevate most minor ailments. The Veela Charms can seduced, entrance and generally confuse most every male. However once the Veela Woman has found her mate, usually another of a Veela heritage, their Charms are only used on their mate.
These women adore children and are very protective of their mate's family. These Veela are normally submissive to their mates. When angered this type of Veela turns into large bird like creatures. If their mate is not found, either by death or some other means, then the Veela Woman will become crazed. Her mind will not be able to handle anything she also looses most of her powers with age.
Severus looked up; Lucius shook his head, his hands moving lovingly across Draco's pale hair.
"That's Narcissa." He waved his arm gesturing to continue.
Second there are the Veela Males similar to the Veela Woman they are very beautiful and they have their own Veela Charms which they use to bed anything they can. These Veela are highly sexual and will use any means to have a warm body with them, though once they find their mates that urge lessens in them. With their mate theses Veela are very protective and jealous of anyone and everything that comes into contact with what they believe is rightfully only theirs. Though they mate for life, they feel no qualms about adultery unless it is their mate who is committing the act. These Veelas are almost always dominating. If the mate is not found, this Veela will be physically well, though forever he will think about his lost mate.
"Draco?" Severus asked, not quite thinking of the blond as the type who would screw anything that moved too close to him. Lucius shook his head, amusement in his voice.
"No, no I don't think so. At least I can't imagine Draco acting like that." Lucius looked back toward the once angry teen, shaking with anger.
"Though he does fit some of the qualities, doesn't he?" Severus thought so too. He returned to reading.
The last Veela or the Durer Veela kind is probably the least known race. Their mates are usually not of Veela heritage. They are very secretive by nature and can be both males and females, both dominate and submissive. Though they share many qualities with both of the other races they are almost an entirely different species. These Veela do have Veela Charms that can work on any person that they feel the urge to release it too. They eventually have complete control over their Charms but at first it runs free affecting anyone that it crosses paths with, except claimed mates. These Veela's have an uncontrollable want to be with their mates once the claiming reaches a certain point. Usually the first sexual encounter.
"Well, we know what set him off." Severus looked back toward the book. Lucius nodded his head offhandedly.
These Veela are highly susceptible to their mate emotions, they can feel anything that is particularly strong just as if it were their own especially before the claiming process has been completed. The claiming process is again something that while not restricted to only this type of Veela it is yet another difference between the three races.
There are three stages of the claiming of a mate. The first stage is set off by the recognition of the Veela's mate; this stage also includes the first sexual encounter. The second stage is the physical claiming, this can be either a mark given to the mate or it can be something as simple as a magical tattoo. Mostly you see mates marked in the first way; a tattoo would not show other Veela that the mate has been claimed. The third stage is an emotional bond, this is harder to complete. When the Veela has completed this stage he or she will not be able to physically leave his mate, the amount of space he or she can physically leave varies with every bonding, for a period of three days.
This Veela kind sometimes is forced to take a potion, Amare il Repellent. This will stop the Veelas urges to take and unwilling future mate. This will not work for long periods of time and is highly difficult to create.
"This is why you wanted me to read it, right? The Amare il Repellente, I've heard about it, I can make it if you need me to." Severus glanced at the now silently plotting blond on the bed before looking at Lucius; he too was looking at the teen.
"Yes, can you?" he knew that Lucius was not questioning his ability, but rather his want.
"I will, actually it is a rather simple potion that wont take me but an hour and half to create. I can get to it now" the thrashing had started again "unless you need me here?" he asked.
"No, I think I'll be able to manage. "
Ginny, Bill and Fleur took the Floo to Diagon Alley. Once they reached the busy wizard shopping are they were hard pressed to enter any store without fear of very long lines.
"Why is everyone here?" Fleur's accent had lessened with her time in the Ministry.
"Well it almost is time for school to start." Ginny shrugged, this could only help her in the long run, though she was annoyed that yet another person had ran into her nearly knocking her over.
"I don't know, it seems like more then the back to school crowed." Bill pulled out and arm to steady her as he glanced around, his other hand wrapped tightly around his wand. Ginny seeing this decided to intervene; she did not need his over protective brother attitude to rear its ugly head.
"Bill, come on. It's just busy, not that bad anyway." Even as she said it another person ran into her, this time connecting with Fleur. The blond glared her skin starting to glow; Bill quickly put his arm around her. The glowing stopped.
"Fleur, its okay, he did not mean to hit you." Bill whispered calmly into to her ear. She smiled at him.
"Yes, let's go." She grabbed hold of Ginny's arm and led the way.
"Hey, Fleur" Ginny said as the passed the Wedding Store "that dress would be perfect!" she tried to show enthusiasm, but ended up looking slightly psychotic. Thankfully only Bill seemed to notice. Fleur's eyes were glued to the white dress in the front window.
"Oh… oh Bill. We must see dis!" she rushed into the store almost knocking Ginny down in her haste. Seeing the opportunity she quickly pushed Bill after her.
"I'll take care of my school shopping, don't worry." He looked about to protest so she sped off calling to him after a larger distance separated the two. "I'll meet you guys in two hours at the Floo Station!"
TBC