Disclaimer: Anything that you recognise does not belong to me; it belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling. Lucky her! I am doing this purely to see if I can, I am not making any money off of this what so ever. Unlucky me!

Also, I have read a lot of stories on this site, so if anything is familiar, it is not on purpose… Could you simply take it as an homage?

AN: Sorry its so short, I have been wanting to post something for a while now, but I am up to my ears in assignments that I just didnt have the time to write all that I wanted!

Hermione sat back from the book she was reading in a daze, full of conflicted emotions, on one hand she was surprised, on the other she was confused but she was also full of wonderment, a real live veela was here in Hogwarts. And from the look of it, if she was interpreting all the signs right, Harry Potter was Draco Malfoy's soul mate! Pushing her thick hair back from her face, Hermione buried her face in her hands, what was she going to do?

The next day was Halloween, a school holiday. Deciding to take advantages of no classes, Harry and Draco met in the library to finish their assignment that was due in the next Potions session. During the past two weeks while working on this assignment Harry had come to see Draco as, well not really a friend, but definitely not an enemy, and in a strange way he was actually feeling quite sad that he didn't have any other reasons to hang out with the blonde haired boy. No matter what the public opinion of Draco Malfoy was, he was always real with Harry, if Harry was acting like a prat, Draco called him on it, if Harry was upset, Draco offered a sympathetic ear. Draco's thoughts were along the same lines as Harry's, he was feeling quite upset that he was no longer going to be able to spend a lot of time with his mate under the guise of an assignment. These past two weeks had been better than he had imagined they could be, he had been in close contact with his mate, Harry seemed to be accepting him – at least as a friend, and Draco felt that that was the best way to approach the relationship he eventually wanted to have with his mate.

"Right, I think if we just switch these two passages around the assignments should be done" Harry said to Draco

"Which passages?" Draco asked leaning towards Harry

"These two here," replied Harry, leaning closer to Draco to make his point, "See, if we move the herbs to be under the animal casings it will make the assignment flow better."

By now the two boys' heads were almost touching and the pull of attraction was too strong for the young veela. Reaching out Draco turned Harry's face towards his and pressed his lips against the other boys. Pleasure flashed through Draco before his mind took control again and he pulled back, his face draining of colour.

"Why did you do that?" Harry whispered, looking at Draco in confusion

"Oh God, I didn't mean to do that, I mean I meant to do that only not now. Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'll go now." Draco babbled as he hurriedly grabbed his stuff and left the library, leaving Harry to stare after him in bemusement.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Draco cursed under his breath as he stalked along the corridors on the way to the Slytherin common room. He had completely blown it! Why oh why had he let his stupid hormones cloud his thinking? What must Harry be thinking of him right now? This was not part of his plan! He was going to move slowly, he could handle not being intimate with his mate as long as Harry didn't despise him and spent time with him. And it seemed that Harry had really been beginning to accept him as a person, and not just seeing the Malfoy public persona. Growling at a third year as he passed, Draco stepped into the common room and went directly to his dorm room, throwing himself on his bed to spend the rest of the day berating himself for being such a hormone driven idiot.

While on his way to the library to do some homework of his own Ron was very surprised to see Malfoy storm past him looking the seven hounds of hell were on his heels. Looking in the library, Ron saw Harry sitting at the table looking as if he had been hit by a two by four.

"Malfoy" Ron growled

He knew that Malfoy had been hanging around his friend recently and now he thought he knew why.

"Stupid wanna be Death Eater, why can't he just leave him alone?" Ron muttered to himself.

Leaving the Library Ron made his way towards the dungeons with the intent of giving Malfoy a piece of his mind and warning him not to mess with Harry in the future. Not being able to see Malfoy on the path from the library to the dungeons Ron decided to tell the next best thing and trust that the message was passed along when he saw Goyle lumbering along the corridor. Stepping in front of Goyle, Ron decided to just speak and go, not really expecting a reply from the great gorilla

"I want to speak to you about your ferret friend. You guys better not be plotting anything. If I see any sign of this all being some scam so you can take Harry to your master Voldemort, I will tear you to pieces."

Before Ron could move after saying his speech Greg moved with a speed which was surprising for his size, wrapping his meaty fist around Ron's throat and slamming him against the wall, speaking with an eloquence that surprised the red head.

"Voldemort is nothing more than a murdering snake; I would rather die before serving him. We do not want to harm your hero, Voldemort is the small picture, and we are focusing on the big. Slander me or my friends again and I will tear you to pieces."

And with that Greg released Ron and walked away without a backwards glance, leaving the Gryffindor behind to gape at his retreating form in bewilderment.

What the hell was going on then? Malfoy was being nice to Harry, Goyle could actually string two words together without falling over and Goyle had threatened Ron all on his own! Without Malfoy's command directing his movements! Had the world gone mental? Had he somehow fallen into an alternate universe? He needed to go and speak to Hermione about all of this; she would know what was going on.

That night at the Halloween feast, it was a very quiet Trio that sat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione was still reeling from what she had found out last night, Harry was confused about what had happened in the library and Ron had yet to speak with his girlfriend about the events of the day and so was keeping his mouth closed until he could do so. Of course, it didn't help that the cause of this quietness was not present at the feast.