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A/N: I am so sorry about the delay... Uni and computer troubles were cospiring against me! I promise the next update will be very soon, also thankyou to my Beta dreamerdoll, I hope you are back in action soon!

"No Harry, you misunderstood me. You are my mate."

"Sorry?" Harry asked, feeling slightly as though he had been hit over the back of the head with a two by four.

"You are my mate Harry." Draco replied

"Wow," replied Harry dazedly.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this, even though Draco had just told him that he was a part veela with that intense look in his eyes, he hadn't clicked. Which was quite silly really, how else could one explain two mortal enemies suddenly putting aside all the animosity between them and embarking on a relationship? Harry's hopes were starting to sink down to depths uncharted by man or wizard.

Draco was looking at Harry in concern, Harry wasn't speaking to him, he wasn't even looking at him.

"Harry?" He asked hesitantly, watching with worry in his eyes as his mate traced the white stitching on the infirmary sheets.

"So the only reason you are interested in me is because of some scent thing?" Harry asked, avoiding Draco's eyes.

"What?" Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing, "No! No, no, no, no, no, never that, Harry. Don't you remember anything from Defence or Care of Magical Creatures? Yes, I initially identified you as my mate by scent, you smell like all my favourite foods and my every good memory, did you know that? But I am not with you just because of some scent thing, Harry, you are my soul mate. And I am yours. We are meant to be together forever, the fact that I had some extra help finding you doesn't mean anything, we would have found each other eventually."

Harry looked up with scepticism in his eyes.

"You are saying that the son of Voldemort's right hand man wouldn't have not become a death eater and embarked on a scandalous affair with the boy who lived without being a veela? Sure"

Draco knew he had to say something that would convince his mate of his feelings.

"Okay, so what I am now going to tell you is very secret. Dumbledore doesn't even know this, and the old coot knows everything, that is how secret it is."

"Yeah?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I trust you so that is why I am telling you. My father is no longer an active member of the Death Eaters. He paid a large sum of money to 'the cause' and got out of it. He still goes when Voldemort summons him, but he no longer participates in raids or mass slaughters. I don't know why my father just suddenly didn't want to be a part of it any more, I asked him once, but he just smiled and shook his head, and said that some things were more important than one's beliefs. He has been sending me letters since then detailing what Voldemort's plans are and I have been passing the letters along to Dumbledore. Without him knowing of course. Let me tell you, it is very difficult to give Dumbledore a letter while not actually handing it to him. I have turned into a whining nancy boy with a strong aversion to birds it seems. The only way I can get into Dumbledore's office is to complain about something."

"Hang on; you have been passing information onto the side of the light? Why? The Draco Malfoy I used to know couldn't wait to join Voldemort's cause. You were always spouting off his beliefs and stuff. Although you haven't done that recently, did the veela in you change that as well?"

Draco sighed and decided to explain further.

"Harry, I never intended to join the Dark Lord. What you have seen the last six years has all been an act. Vincent, Gregory and I have all been playing different parts, surviving in the Slytherin house any way we know how. The Slytherin's reputation, though grossly exaggerated, is based on some fact. We are all very secretive and would do almost anything to get ahead in the world. Family is very important to us, and many parents were joined with the Dark Lord's cause. Vince, Greg and I could never be sure of anyone's allegiances and we had to act accordingly. So Greg and Vince drafted themselves as my dumb bodyguards and I took the part of the obnoxious leader."

"Hang on," Harry cut in disbelievingly, "Crabbe and Goyle are smart and have been playing a role for the last six years?"

"Why do you think they are still in the advanced classes except for Potions? If any teacher was to just let them slide it would be Severus, they earnt their way into each and every one of those classes. Most teachers are not inclined to give the Slytherin's a free ride."

"Oh," Harry said in a small voice, trying to wrap his mind around the concept of a smart Crabbe and Goyle.

"I guess that makes sense." He conceded, "They did help me get to you after all."

"What?" Draco broke in, taking his turn to be confused, "What do you mean, helped you?"

"After you disappeared, they came and beat me up and told me to focus on all my feelings for you and I would find you."

"What? They beat you up?" At Draco's angry squawk, Harry hastened to reassure him.

"They didn't hit me, they only pretended to beat me up, so the could tell me that Pansy had sent you to Voldemort."

Draco started to calm down, the thought of anyone hurting his mate made his blood boil. He knew that Vince and Greg were his friends, but the thought of them beating up Harry made him think of bloody mutilation, and inflicting huge amounts of pain onto the fools who laid their hands on his mate.

"I still don't understand that, how did I manage to apparate to you, even though I had no idea where you were?"

"Harry, I don't really know how that happened. Veelas are able to apparate to their mate's side because of the soul link, but I never read anything about it working the other way as well."

"Oh," Harry answered. His mind was still reeling, he understood that Draco was a veela now, but it was still really confusing he felt like his life had been turned upside down once again. And on top of that, Voldemort was gone; he had the rest of his life ahead of him, free from danger. But now, it was almost as if his life had been decided for him again, but instead of what he was going to do with his life, it was who he was going to spend his life with. Not that that was a bad thing, he loved Draco, he knew he did, he just had some things to think about.

"Draco, do you mind if I leave you for a little bit? I just need some time to think about stuff, ok? I still love you; I just need to think about things." Harry looked deep into Draco's eyes, trying to telepathically convey all his love and feelings for Draco, before giving him a small smile and a kiss on the forehead and walking out of the infirmary.

Draco sighed as he lay down, wincing as some of the burns on his back pulled a little bit, Madame Pomfrey was a genius, but he still had some healing left to do. He only hoped his mate would be back soon to take his mind off the pain.