Chapter 3 – First meeting?
It had now been nearly two weeks since he woke up with the knowledge that his mate was out there and waiting for him. Two weeks that he had spent looking together with his best friend Blaise Zambini. They hadn't found anything that could lead him to his mate, and he was beginning to despair that he ever would.
"Draco, you really need to calm down. We're going back to school tomorrow, and you haven't even bought the books yet." Blaise said to his friend while he paced up and down in front of him. Draco threw him an angered look.
"Who cares? I have to find my mate, I don't have time for school." He growled at Blaise before stopping to blow up a vase. He had been doing this more and more the last few days.
"Well, have you even considered that your mate might also be at Hogwarts?" He watched with some satisfaction as Draco stopped dead in his tracks.
"Ehr…no, I hadn't actually. You think they might be there? Then maybe I should buy the books. Vixy!" as he shouted the last, a loud POP! was heard and one of the house elves appeared.
"Yes, Master Draco?"
"Vixy, go to Flourish and Blotts and get my schoolbooks, will you? And my new school robes as well. Then pack my trunks and have them ready to go in the morning."
"Yes, Master Draco. Vixy do that." With another loud POP! she disappeared.
"Now that that's sorted, I'm going home to get some sleep and get my things ready. I'll see you tomorrow, Draco. Do try and get some sleep, you look tired." With this Blaise apparated away to leave Draco on his own.
Damn! Why the fuck hadn't he come to think of that? After all, it made perfect sense. He knew that his mate had come into their powers two weeks ago, which meant that they were 17, and they were magical, which meant that they were probably a witch or a wizard. And that meant that they had to attend Hogwarts. Wait a minute…if his mate was 17 and went to Hogwarts…that meant that they were in his year!
"Holy crap! That means that I know them! I wonder who it might be? Well, I don't really care, as long as they're not a Hufflepuff or worse – a Gryffindor. I also hope that it's a girl, I mean, I'm not gay and being with a guy would just be so bloody awkward!" Thinking about what his friend had said about him looking tired, he decided to get some sleep so he could look his best if he met his mate tomorrow.
The day that school finally started, was the first day that Harry was allowed out of bed. He had spent the last two weeks coming to grips with the fact that he was a Veela, and that his mate would soon find him. The thought of having a mate wasn't all that bad, once he got over the initial shock of finding out. After all, all he had ever wanted was someone to love him.
He had had quite of a shock when he first saw his new self in the mirror. His hair was now past his shoulder-blades and smooth. It looked like black silk and wasn't all over the place like it used to be. He had indeed grown, as was in fact 6'2" as Hermione had guessed. His muscles seemed more defined and he was a lot stronger than he used to be. However, the biggest change, according to himself, was that his eyes no longer was the deep emerald colour they had always been. Instead, they were now a piercing jade colour, that seemed to glow whenever he let his smile reach his eyes.
As he got ready to go down to the Great Hall for the feast, he wondered yet again who his mate might be. The books that he had read had told Harry that he was a submissive Veela, and that his mate would be a guy. This hadn't bothered him that much, he knew that he was bisexual and had never had a problem with that. It had come as quite a shock for Ron, though. Harry grinned as he recalled his best friend's reaction to that piece of news. First he had yelled and stuttered a bit, before finally realizing that it didn't change who his best friend was, or their relationship. Then he'd calmed down and grumbled something about never really knowing people. Hermione had just smiled and said that she already knew. That had made him a bit uncomfortable. How could she have known when he hadn't told anybody?
"Don't be silly, Harry. Of course I knew, I have several other friends that are bi, and I saw all the signs before you did. " That was Hermione in a nut shell, she always knew a lot more than you thought she did.
"Harry, are you ready? All the others have arrived, and the feast is about to begin." He turned round and saw Hermione and Ron waiting for him. He smiled at them and started walking down the hall with them.
"So, are you nervous then, mate? He might be in there, you know." Ron said as they reached the Great Hall.
"Yeah, I know. I'm not nervous though, I'm kinda excited, to tell you the truth. But I do wonder who it's going to be. Wouldn't it be just awful if it turned out to be a Slytherin? Or worse – Malfoy?" They all shuddered at the thought, composed themselves and opened the doors to walk in.
When the doors to the Great Hall opened, I automatically turned to see who it was. In stepped Granger, Weasley and…OH MY GOD! POTTER'S my MATE?
I groaned and put my head in my hands. I could not believe my eyes! How could he be my mate? It made no sense at all, we had always hated each other, and he had killed my father this summer, for Merlin's sake!
"Draco? Are you ok?" I turned to look at Blaise, who was looking at me with a concerned look on his face.
"I'm fine, but my…mate just walked in. And I just can't believe who it is!" Blaise looked towards the door and saw the three Gryffindors making their way towards their table. A look of shock dawned on his face as he recognized them.
"Wait, are you telling me that your mate is Granger?" I shook my head, it was much worse than that.
"Surely it's not Weasley?" As I shook my head once again, Blaise's expression turned into one of pure horror as he realized who it had to be.
"No, way…Not Golden Boy him self! DO NOT TELL ME THAT IT'S POTTER!" The entire Great Hall turned around to look at him. He seemed oblivious to the fact and just kept on yelling at me.
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! DO NOT TELL ME THAT WE'VE SPENT TWO WEEKS LOOKING FOR FUCKING HARRY POTTER!" At this point I just wanted to sink through the floor, never to be seen again. I turned towards him and hissed;
"Will you shut the fuck up? You've just succeeded in telling the whole bloody school that Potter's my mate!" I punched Blaise hard in the arm and turned around to stare down everybody who was looking at me.
"What the fuck are you looking at? Sod off, the lot of you!" Right about now I decided that running away maybe wasn't such a bad idea. So I got up and stalked out of the Great Hall while trying to ignore all the whispers I could hear around me.
When I finally got out of there I was so pissed at Blaise, that I needed to punch something or someone.
When a hand landed on my shoulder, I didn't even think.
I just turned around while swinging my fist to give the person standing behind me a real knockout.
My fist froze centimetres from the person's face as my brain registered who it was standing in front of me.