"HARRY I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU AND MALFOY ARE TOGETHER THIS IS RIDICULOUS JUST GIVE IT UP HE DON'T LOOOOOOOOVE YOU HE DON'T WANNA HAVE YO BAAAAAAAABIES HE JUST USIN' YOU TO GIVE YOU TO VOLDEMORT AND THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU GIVE HIM UP DO YA HEAR? HE JUST USIN' YOU AND YOU TAKIN' IT ALL YOU LITTLE HOBAG!"
"Hermione, it's been three days. Do you think Ron will ever stop talking in capslock?"
"I don't know, Harry. He's gone all ghetto-Springer on you." Harry and Hermione giggled at the muggle reference.
"What's Springer?" Draco asked, because he obviously wouldn't know, and even though everyone reading this knows (or do they? Does Springer air in Britain?), it needs to be clarified. Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes, because OMG Draco was so! clueless when it came to muggles.
"It's a muggle TV show where all these trailer-trash people go on and fight and throw chairs over who slept with who's baby's mama's transvestite's sister's prostitute's cousin's lover and had who's baby, and that's about it."
"It sounds dreadful," Draco said with disdain. "If I wanted to see people fight, I would ask the house-elves to duel for me."
"Muggles don't have house elves."
"Oh yeah."
"And that's really uncivilized, Draco!" Hermione cut in. "You should be thinking of their well-being! I've started a project called—"
"Hermione, Draco doesn't want to join S.P.E.W."
Ron's voice boomed in the background, but as it would get really annoying if it were all typed out words, they will not make it onto the page but in this passing reference. Ron angrily thought about how little attention he receives in this story.
An eagle-owl swooped into Draco's Gigantic Room where they were all chillaxing. I know what you're saying. 'What? Draco and Hermione chillax together? That would never happen!' So I'm here to tell you that it's happening. Get over it. OBVIOUSLY they would set aside their differences for the sake of Harry, unlike Ron, the Bad Friend.
"Hey Weasley," Draco shouted for no reason. "You're poor! Your sweater has a patch on it! Harry sucks my dick nightly! HAHAHA!"
And then he opened the letter from the eagle owl. This time, it was a picture of the three Nice friends chillaxing, and of Ron red-faced and screaming in the background. It was what had just been happening! The letter on the back read,
Draco,
You still haven't got back to me about my last letter.
Don't make me come to the school and have words with you.
Send a reply now.
"Oh noes," Draco whispered.
"What's wrong baby love muffin sweetie pie?" Harry asked, the sickening pet-name causing Draco to smile.
"I have to speak to you alone," he said with a significant eye-widening at Ron and Hermione.
"Hermiesmerms, d'you think you could take Ron away? Draco and I have to…chat." Harry smiled devilishly, hoping she wouldn't notice anything was wrong.
"Oh…of course, Harry. Ron, let's go," Hermione said with a knowing smile.
"BUT I DON'T -"
"WE ARE LEAVING. COME ALONG."
Harry was forcefully reminded of Mrs. Weasley and winced as Hermione strode over to him and grabbed his arm, pretty much dragging him out of the room.
"Talk to me, Draco, please," Harry said quietly.
Draco took a deep breath. "My father knows about us."
"What? HOW?"
"I don't know for sure; Sev and I think there's a spy here that neither of us know about. In any case, someone sent him a picture of us having sex in that classroom the other morning when you were all sexy and dirtytalking and stuff, and now he just sent me this." He showed Harry the letter and Harry's eyes widened as he read it and looked at the photo.
"What are you going to say in your reply?"
"I'm not going to reply."
"Draco, you have to or he's going to come here and kill you!"
"Harry, my dad can always tell when I'm lying! Always! Even through letters! It's fucking ridiculous!"
"It's called legimilency, Draco."
"Whatever. I –" Draco cut off mid-sentence, staring at Harry. He suddenly wanted – no, needed – to be with Harry RIGHT NOW. He didn't know why but he craved him, his body, his lips, his touch, his everything, and Draco pounced on Harry, kissing him hard, running his hands all over Harry's body. Harry groaned and leaned into his touch, capturing Draco's face in his hands and the mere feel of Harry's fingers against his skin made Draco moan loudly and shudder, (edited), and he fucking needed Harry (edited) right then.
Harry broke off, gasping, and Draco took the opportunity to suck on his neck, (edited). "Draco, we have to focus on this!"
"Can't," Draco said quickly and bit into Harry's neck hard, then lapping at it with his tongue, leaving Harry thrashing helplessly. Draco ripped his pants down and pushed Harry away, (edited). Harry just gaped at the sight in front of him – fuck, Draco looked gorgeous, (edited)…
"Now, Harry!" Draco groaned, and Harry snapped out of his stupor to yank his trousers down, (edited). Draco moaned and gasped and clutched Harry's arms as Harry (edited). Draco groaned and (edited). Draco saw stars.
Harry rolled off of him, gasping, just as another eagle-owl flew through the window. Draco lazily took the note off of its leg. He couldn't remember ever feeling so complete ever.
PS. You're a veela and Harry is your mate. But just for this chapter.
"Fuck, Harry!" Draco squeaked, showing it to him.
"Does this mean we're going to shag a lot?"
"Yeah, I guess so!"
"Wait a second…isn't it true that the author has never even read a veela!fic before?"
Both boys turned and stared at her. She shrugged. So did they.
"Harry! I love you!"
"I love you too, Drakey-poo!" Harry said, adding on exclamation points. He leaned in for a kiss, but Draco stopped him.
"Wait, Harry, we have to find out who the spy is!"
"….Right," Harry agreed, his eyes glazing over as Draco's smooth, pale skin glistened in the sunlight.
"Potter! Focus!"
"Let's go talk to Hermione," Harry said, snapping out of it. "She can figure things out way better than me."
"Are you sure she can know?"
"She's kept our relationship a secret all this time, hasn't she?"
"That she has. All right, let's go."
The three of them spent the next two days observing people and trying to think if anyone had been acting differently. Hermione was also frantically researching in the library ways to find out of someone is a spy. Then, at dinner, someone new arrived.
A ridiculously sexy boy walked in and sat himself down next to Harry. Draco raged inwardly at the thought of someone being so near his MATE.
"Hi, I'm Jordan! I just found out I was a wizard, my muggle family didn't let me know the truth until now. So I just started here! I'm a seventh year!" Jordan grinned at Harry and Harry melted. His smile, and the way his eyes lit up like that, and his gorgeous facial structure…Harry was tempted to yell "TAKE ME!" and go fuck Jordan then and there. But then he saw Draco's rageful face.
"Harry, we need to go. NOW." Draco was in a mood. That much was obvious.
"Jordan, will I see you later?" Harry inquired as he was dragged out of the Great Hall by the Great Veela.
"Of course!" Jordan called. What Jordan really wanted was a threesome, but he had already figured out that Draco was a Veela and wouldn't want anyone so near his mate. Maybe next chapter, when Draco isn't a Veela anymore, he thought wistfully as he finished eating. What he didn't know was that sadly, he probably won't be around next chapter. Timing sucks.
"STOP FLIRTING YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Draco screeched after they got into the hallway.
"But Draco baby, I wasn't even—"
"You WANT HIM and you're ONLY SUPPOSED TO WANT ME. Why don't you want me anymore?"
"Draco, I do want yo—"
"Not from the way you were looking at him! It's like I was invisible! Don't you even love me anymore? Don't you care at all?" And Draco ran to his Gigantic Private Room without a backwards glance to cry and brood and listen to emo music and shake his fist.
Harry, on the other hand, went back to the Gryffindor common room to see if Hermione and Ron were there. Now that Draco was mad at him, maybe he and Ron could make up.
He stepped through the portrait hole to see Jordan standing there with a blazing grin. Harry melted into a puddle on the floor. Jordan frowned; he always had that affect on people. He scooped the puddle into a jar and put it on the table.
A couple of hours later, Draco felt really bad about being so mean to Harry and decided to make it up to him. He just needed to think of how. He craved Harry! He just wanted to schnoogle him. So he called in Blaise to get his advice again.
"Blaise, what can I do for Harry to say I'm sorry?"
Blaise took a drag on his cigarette and surveyed the room quietly through sunglasses. Since Draco's rejection, he had become a Big Cool Hot Pimp and fucked everything that moved, be it man, woman, or squid. Except Draco, who he really longed to fuck but pretended he didn't want to anymore but was just trying to fill the void by fucking everyone else but it wasn't really working but he didn't want anyone to know that so he just kept fucking. And smoking, because all the cool kids smoke at that age.
"BLAISE. I ASKED YOU A QUESTION."
"Fuck him?" Blaise replied lazily with a grin, taking another drag. His heart fluttered like an angry butterfly inside at the thought of Draco fucking anyone but him. Blaise had decided that he would bottom for Draco, but only for Draco. When he came around, of course.
"No!"
"Why not?"
"You said it yourself, in some earlier chapter! I'm a big nelly bottom!"
"I did?"
"CONTINUITY, BLAISE!"
"Right. Of course I did!"
"So what can I do? I KNOW! I WILL SING HIM A SONG IN THE GREAT HALL AT BREAKFAST TOMORROW IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY! That way everyone will know we are together and Harry will love me forever! I'm so glad that this common plot device is so in character for me! In fact, I can't imagine NOT doing something similar!"
"What song?" Blaise asked as his heart panged within his chest. He wanted Draco to sing to him.
"I don't know! What do you think I should sing?"
Pang, pang, pang.
"Something REALLY romantic! And maybe something that the author likes!"
"OMG that is such a good idea! You're the best Blaise!" Draco rushed forward to hug his friend. Blaise held on tight. For a really long time.
"Are all the fangirls going to whine about how there wasn't a comma before my name in that sentence?"
Harry sat down for breakfast with his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. Now, there are definitely some things you should be thinking right now. One—isn't Ron still mad at Harry? The obvious answer is no, because Harry and Draco are fighting like girls. Two—wasn't Harry just left as a pile of goo in a jar? The answer, again, is no. Just because.
"I love huge gaps of blank time with no filler information," Harry said with a huge grin.
"I love everything!" said Ron. He was very happy to have his best friend back from the clutches of his worst enemy; also, the one who threatened to take his place as the Dark Lord's right-hand man.
"I love obvious foreshadowing," Hermione said, grinning also.
The three friends sat around and beamed at each other for a good five minutes, but something was tugging at Harry's delicate heartstrings.
Draco.
He hadn't meant to hurt Draco; Jordan was just fucking hot. Was that too much to ask for, a quick ogle of a hot man? Harry hadn't realized having a MATE would be so straining. He was looking forward to back when Draco would be normal again, next chapter.
Then, suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall burst open! Harry turned around! Draco was standing there! He looked excited! Harry smiled and then remembered they were fighting! He frowned! Then Draco stood on a table!
"This is dedicated to my one true love. You know who you are," Draco announced with a voice-loud-maker-charm on, staring directly at Harry. The rest of the students looked around in wonder, not able to guess who it might be. Dumbledore sat at the staff table with a twinkle in his eye and clapped his hands together delightedly. The things Veelas would do for their mates! It always made Dumbledore wish he was a mate to a Veela. And then he remembered the kick-ass socks he was wearing and those thoughts disappeared like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.
The song began.
"I made it through the wilderness!" Draco sang loudly, pouring his heart, his soul, his EVERYTHING into the song! Harry had to understand how much he loved him! "Somehow I made it throooough! Didn't know how lost I was, until I found you!"
Draco sang and sang some more. Harry's heart slowly turned to mushy mush. Ron was staring at Draco with an angry expression. I'm angry, Ron thought.
"LIKE A VIRGIN!" Draco screeched, doing a wild dance atop the table.
"Take off your bra!" someone from the crowd called.
"TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!"
Oh, it was a thing of beauty, it was. Harry, moved by Draco's song, also felt touched like a virgin for the very first time. He jumped on the table as Draco was finishing singing and kissed Draco passionately, moved by the intensity of the song and of Draco's feelings for him.
The entirety of the student body of Hogwarts gasped in unison. Dumbledore twinkled. Snape growled. Ron vomited.
"I love you so much, Harry! I'm sorry I was out of line!"
"No, Draco, it was all my fault! I was so insensitive! Please forgive me!"
"No, you forgive me!"
"Oh, I love you!"
"I love you more than words could ever express!"
They embraced passionately. It was beautiful. Parvati wiped a tear out of her eye. Everyone was attracted to the power of the Veela-couple's-mating-love. Except Ron, who was still vomiting. Hermione brushed back his hair with a worried look on her face while Harry and Draco scurried out of the Great Hall to fuck. They arrived at Draco's Private Room in record time and began tearing each other's clothes off, kissing furiously, running their hands over every new bit of skin that was revealed. Harry had never felt so intensely attracted to a single person in his life and he never wanted to let Draco go.
Finally naked, Harry and Draco tumbled onto the bed, rolling around together, kissing and biting and licking and sucking like they couldn't get enough of each other. Harry couldn't wait to fuck Draco, to feel the completion he had felt earlier when they two of them were together in the most perfect way…
Harry slid down Draco's body, licking the whole way. When he (edited) as Draco gasped above him. Harry tried not to grin; he loved making Draco make sounds like that. One hand reached to (edited); Harry looked up to see him (edited). Oh, it was a lovely sight.
Harry's need was becoming more prominent, however, so he (edited) before Draco cried out in a not-good way and shoved his chest.
"What the fuck, Potter?"
"WHAT?"
"One word: LUBE. WHERE THE FUCK IS IT AND WHY ARENT YOU USING IT?"
"I…I…I thought arses were self-lubricating when someone got really horny…"
"YOU WERE WRONG."
Both Harry and Draco looked down. Draco's (edited). Harry wanted to cry, but instead pushed Draco's (edited). Glancing up after a minute, he saw that (edited). Then, he tried again, (edited).
"Fuck," Harry breathed, leaning down to kiss Draco. Draco kissed him back as Harry (edited), feeling the magic of their bond and of their Veela-mating-ness beginning to flow up around them, encircling them in a circle of protection. Harry (edited).
Fuck.
"I hope the sex stays this good next chapter, even though you won't be a Veela," Harry said thoughtfully as he slipped out of Draco. Draco nodded his assent.