Sorry this has taken way too long to update. I've been accepted into College! I started August 19th and so far it's been great. I also got two jobs, but I quit one. I will try to update more often. Please forgive my tardiness. But Hey! I have an AOL screen name if you want it. YummyCellist69 and/or KinkyCellist. Here goes with the next chapter. Hope you enjoy my faithful knaves...uh...fans!
Chapter 8
Albus Dumbledore was playing a game. Not just any game...no...this was his favorite game. And who better to play his favorite game with? Severus Snape of course!
The two were sitting in Snape's private quarters. Snape did have a home outside Hogwarts, but it was empty. He had loads of house elves...that annoyed him greatly. To be honest with himself, and not admitting this to anyone, he rather liked the students. Slytherins, obviously being his favorites, and then Gryffindor being his second. He could care less about Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Those two were extreme brown-nosers...and he really disliked stinky people.
Snape grumbled, getting snapped again. "I can't believe you talked me into playing this irritating game."
"I didn't talk you into anything...you fell into my elaborate trick!" Dumbledore laughed his best 'evil-man's-maniacal-laughter' laugh.
"Elaborate trick my arse! You flipped a galleon! Don't think too highly of yourself...you old goat!"
"Well, what should one think of you?!...heads- I win, tails- You lose...oldest trick in the book! I just can't believe you were thick enough to fall for it!...anyways...my three beats your two!...I win again!"
"You cheated..." Snape pouted playfully. He was only mean to students during the term, not the man who saved his life from Voldemort. "You want to play another round?"
Before Dumbledore could even respond, Minerva came rushing in with a piece of parchment. She looked as though she had ran the entire way from her room near Gryffindor Tower all the way to the Dungeons...maybe she did.
"Oh! Albus this is some news! I...I can't believe this, Albus...I don't know if this news is good or bad or strange or something that was bound to happen anyway!...what are we going to do?!" She was breathing heavily and waving around the parchment frantically.
Dumbledore stood and pat Minerva on the shoulder, "Calm down...take a breath... start from the beginning...and give me that blasted parchment you keep waving about!"
Minerva did as she was told, "I was sitting in my room, and making plans for a future project when one of the owls from the Ministry of Magical Bonding came in through my window. I took that," she waived the item around in the air once more, "piece of parchment from the owl's leg... this is just too incredible to believe, sir."
"May I see this parchment, please?" Dumbledore asked bemusedly. She handed it to him; he unrolled it, and began to read aloud.
'The Ministry of Magical Bonding would like to announce the magical bonding of one Harrison Jameson Potter, who is one-eighth Veela, to one Draconis Adonis Malfoy, who is one-sixteenth Veela. Congratulations from the Ministry of Magical Bonding.'
Dumbledore finished reading the parchment and rolled it back up. He looked to Minerva who had the look of 'I told you so' written all over her face. Then he looked to Snape. He had gone paler and was starring blankly out in front of him.
"Severus?"
"I...he would never...Potter...Merlin...they had...sex! Dumbledore! Your precious Potter has deflowered my Godson! I demand some type of action be taken to see him punished!" Snape was fuming. His godson was all he really had left, other than teaching.
"Severus, calm down. Besides, you should know that there is nothing I can do. A document such as this is completely legal. This was a Veela bonding; it's forever. I am curious as to why those two are together in the same place."
"I specifically told Harry before summer holidays that he had to stay in the house. Why doesn't he ever listen? He's like his father, that's why!" Minerva spoke up.
"Draco should have stayed at Malfoy Manor. I know for a fact that his father never lets him wander alone away from the Manor. Plus, I have no idea why he would even consider being with Potter." Snape added.
Dumbledore held his hand up to silence the other two. "We are forgetting the important facts here. We all knew that Veela blood runs in the Malfoy lineage. That's like saying fire burns; it's common knowledge. But what about Harry? The parchment said he was one-eighth Veela. He's more of a Veela than Mr. Malfoy. I want to know how we missed such a thing...we need to get them here immediately. They obviously don't know what has happened."
"And what are we going to do, Albus?" Minerva asked kindly.
"Well, since they are legally bonded, they will need their own living quarters...any suggestions?"
"The old music tower." Snape suggested.
"That's a wonderful idea, Severus. Minerva, I will leave you in charge of their living arrangements. Severus, you will find the boys and bring them back here. The longer they are out there, the more danger they are in...accio portkey!"
The portkey appeared in his hands. It was a Hershey's collector's tin that had a timeline of chocolate bars inside. Snape and Minerva looked at him questioningly.
"What? I use this in case of emergencies. I figured if I couldn't portkey anywhere, might as well keep myself busy and have a snack...don't roll your eyes at me, Severus."
"Sorry, sir. Shall I be going now?" Snape asked.
"Oh, yes. Tap the portkey three times and tell it where you wish to go on the third tap. Now, go find those boys."
TAP...TAP...TAP...
Snape tapped three times and called out 'Diagon Alley'. He felt the usual pull at his naval and then he felt his feet touch the ground. He looked around to get his bearings and began his journey. An hour later, having been in every inn, he was in the same position as was when he started. He was exhausted. He wasn't accustomed to running all over creation; he was used to staying in one spot yelling at dunderhead students for exploding cauldrons.
'I need a drink' Snape thought wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache approaching. He decided to try the Leaky Cauldron...for his godson and a drink. The inn was the only place he hadn't looked, seeing as how Draco would never stay in a place like this. He walked in, the sudden pungent smell of alcohol invading his senses, and went strait to the bar.
"Excuse me..." Snape said while tapping the bartender on the shoulder.
The man turned around and gave Snape the once over before crudely asking him what he wanted. Snape ordered a drink first; he figured he'd need it. While he sat nursing his beer, he thought of what's happened today...so far. 'Things are just bizarre. First, it's that stupid game...I hate exploding snap, second, Potter has debauched by perfect godson, and third, Potter is part Veela...how the fuck did that happen? What would make Draco leave the manor?' Finally, Snape finished his beer. It was time to get to work on finding that idiot Potter and his godson. He turned to the bartender, tapping on the shoulder once more.
"Have you seen a boy? He's about 5'11'', slim, blonde...he should be with another boy. That irritant would be slightly shorter, a bit of a slob looking, dark haired, and an idiot. Have you seen them?" Snape asked, almost dreading the answer.
"...Uh...yep...they're here...I can't get into their room through." The bartender said grumpily.
"Why would you want to get into their room?" Snape asked suspiciously, quirking an eyebrow.
"I have other people in this inn that were complaining last night."
"Complaining about what?" Snape was really dreading the answer to this question.
"They were too loud. Everyone around their room was complaining about moaning, screaming, and a repetitive banging on the wall. I tried to tell them to keep it down, but I couldn't get near enough the door to even knock!"
"Can you take me up to that room?"
"Sure. Follow me." The bartender turned and quickly strode towards the stairs.
About two minutes later they stopped at the boys' room. No wonder the bartender couldn't get in...there was a strong magical barrier in the way. Snape inwardly groaned. He was feeling quite sick now. There was the proof right in front of him. When a bonding occurs, the two involved create a barrier with their raw innate magic. This is to prevent anyone or anything interrupting the bond. Interrupting a bond is extremely dangerous. The submissive of the two becomes so incensed, that they could kill, thus being the only permissible way a Veela can slaughter.
"Thank you, sir. I can handle this now...alone." Snape said noticing the bartender still standing behind him. The bartender cursed under his breath, turned around, and stalked back down stairs.
Snape couldn't knock, seeing as how the barrier was still in place. He was, however, glad he knew an enormous amount about the Veela race. He took out his wand and pointed it at the barrier. "Munimentum debilitatio," Snape drawled languidly. The barrier slowly dissipated and Snape stepped closer to the door...and just walked right in...without knocking...
"OH! MERLIN!" Snape yelled out. There in the bed, lay Harry and Draco, obviously going for a repeat of last night. However, the boys didn't seem to notice the blushing potions master.
"BOYS! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" Snape yelled again, not liking where the two boy's actions were leading. Harry and Draco froze instantly.
"Sev? ...What are you doing here?" Draco scrambled to cover himself and Harry up since the sheets had pooled down to around their hips.
"Everything will be explained soon. Dumbledore told me to bring the two of you back to Hogwarts. So hurry up and get dressed so we can leave this disgusting place." Snape said quickly through clenched teeth and just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.
Draco turned to Harry, who was blushing red, and then turned back to his godfather. "Sev, Harry and I would like to get dressed without an audience." Draco said politely, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes when he saw the man blush an even deeper red and turn around immediately.
"Come on, Kitten. Let's get dressed...accio boxers." Draco said, throwing off the covers, standing up, and stretching. Harry couldn't keep his eyes off him. Even when Draco wasn't moving, he was still as graceful as ever. Harry stood and accio'ed his boxers when Draco began putting his on. Much to Draco's dislike, they ended up putting the same clothes they had torn off each other the night before. Harry said it was so they could save time. While they were buttoning up their shirts, Harry looked to Draco with an odd look on his face.
"What's on your mind, Kitten?"
"That...why do you call me kitten?"
Draco smirked, leaned over, and kissed Harry on the nose. Of course, Harry scrunched his face up. Draco grinned, "I'll tell you later...are you done?"
"Yeah. I'm ready." Harry said smoothing out some wrinkles on his shirt.
"All right Sev, we're ready."
Snape turned around and smirked at his godson and then turned to Harry and glared. He then shrunk their things and put them in his pocket. Snape pulled out the tin and was about to tap it when he felt eyes on him.
"Its Dumbledore's...what did you expect?" Harry and Draco touched the tin and Snape tapped the tin three times, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmasters Office."
Harry felt the same tug at his naval and moved closer to Draco. A few moments later, they landed in Dumbledore's office. Harry felt absolutely sick. He fell to his knees, feeling bile coursing up his throat. He swallowed it down the best he could and stood, Draco reaching for him.
"You all right?" Draco asked quietly, concern dripping from every word.
"Yeah...my stomach has never gotten used to this is all." Harry replied rubbing his stomach.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, effectively grabbing the attention of the two boys.
"Boys! It's good to see you! Would you care for anything...Tea? Coffee? Are you hungry?"
"Tea for me and coffee for Harry...um...I'm guessing loads of sugar?" Draco looked to Harry, who nodded. In an instant, their tea and coffee appeared in their hands.
"I'm guessing you two are wondering what all this about?" Dumbledore asked the boys, which they nodded.
"I received this parchment today...I think you might find it...interesting I'd say." Dumbledore reached inside a drawer and pulled out the item in question. He, in turn, handed it to Draco.
Draco unrolled the parchment and read it to himself, Harry trying to read over his shoulder. After he was finished, Draco handed to parchment to Harry and began to mumble to himself. While Harry read, his eyes became wider and his face grew paler. Dumbledore was starting to get a little worried; he had two students who seem to be in perfect mental health mumbling to themselves.
"Are you boys all right?" Dumbledore asked humbly.
Draco was the first to recompose himself, "I'm fine, sir. This is just a bit shocking. I knew I had Veela blood in me, but my mother and father said it wasn't a big deal; that the most it would do is give me my looks. But Harry? He doesn't even look like one!...but all this kind of makes sense..."
Harry looks over to Draco, "What do you mean 'it makes sense'?"
"Kitten, it does make sense...you helping me in the inn, when I took you out to dinner, when we went back to the inn to...you know...when I think about it now, I could feel a pull towards you the whole time I was with you."
"I guess you're right...but what do we do now? I don't know much about my family, but there's never been mentioned anyone with Veela blood...I don't know the first thing about being a Veela!" Harry looked as though he was about to cry, "What if I don't do a good job?"
"Now, now, Mr. Potter. Don't fret. We'll help you. Professor Snape knows all there is to know about the Veela race. Usually, Veelas are trained and taught from childhood to the coming of their inheritance. You don't need to take Occlumency anymore, however you will be seeing Professor Snape every night for him to teach you about being a Veela... such as history, powers, mating, etc."
Draco decided to speak up, "What is to be done when the school year begins? I will not have Harry mauled walking to class and I certainly don't trust any Gryffindor around him either."
"I have arranged for you two to have your own living quarters in the old music tower. Minerva has been in there sprucing it up a bit."
As if on cue, Minerva came in out of breath. She was covered in dust and her hair was falling all about her face.
"Everything is finished, Albus. I hope they find it satisfactory. As for me, I'll be in my quarters having a nap. I'm knackered. Congratulations Mr. Potter...Mr. Malfoy."
Dumbledore spoke again, "Well, off you go! Severus will show you the way."
"Follow me..." Snape grumbled. The two boys looked apprehensively at each other and followed their Potions Master.
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