A/N: See more updating! I'll probably have Harry finding out about who his mate is soon. If I can I'm updating every night. Yeah I have no life.
Chapter Eleven: Finding Mates and Pansy the Spy
Unfortunately for Blaise, it rained for the next two days at Hogwarts, not the ideal conditions for a Quidditch match. Harry didn't mind though. He spent hours just standing in the rain, practicing moving the wind and freezing the water. Remus had said that his mother loved it when it snowed, but Harry had an obsession with the rain.
With his new and improved eyesight, Harry could see people's magical signature. Hogwarts herself even had one, pure white. Dumbledore's was the twinkling blue of his eyes mixed with a golden color, Remus' was amber and blue with a hint of grey while Sirius' matched Remus', a sign of mates.
Harry could only read these though because they were either experiencing high emotions or doing magic. So he had yet to see any Slytherins preform. Then his nose finally gave in and hyped up.
Sadly, it was right when Harry was returning from a bout of dancing in the rain. His clothes being only half dry, Harry suddenly got a whiff of himself, times ten. The smell made him stagger into the wall.
"Eww. I smell like wet...Snuffles." Harry complained before quickly looking around. No one in sight, he quickly ran his hands down his body, drying himself and ridding his nose of thatawful smell.
Harry had found out last summer at the Order Headquarters that he was very good at wandless magic. When he told Hermione of the Dementor Attack on his cousin and him she gasped when he told her how he found his wand. She then made him practice all summer. It turns out wandless magic can't be traced like magic used with a wand.
Watching the green and silver glow around his body Harry sighed. It was four days into his Transition Week and finally he was making some headway into the 'Who's my Mate?' bit of his life. With his sense of smell finally co-operating, all Harry had to do was single out and sniff the Slytherins present.
Matt Flint passed Harry,waving but with his nose stuck in a book. As he passed Harry caught the smell of...bubble gum? It wasn't awful but it told Harry what he already knew: too young to be his mate.
Harry was just walking pass the kitchens when he smelt it. Coffee, vanilla and cinnamon twirling around his nose, making him feel like he was floating. Rounding the corner, Harry came face to face with the Slytherin Dream Team. Harry could practically see the fumes coming from them. It was one of them.
Blaise smiled at him. "Harry! Just the GryffindorI was looking for! This blasted rain stops tomorrow! Then on with Quidditch!"
Pansy rolled her eyes at them. Just like Hermione, she could live without Quidditch. She suddenly looked at Harry concerned.
"Are you alright?" she asked stepping closer. The smell didn't come with her, again ruling her out as his mate. "You look... dazed."
Harry shook himself mentally. Geesh! Find a nice smell and he goes all Pepi La Peu on them. Clearing his throat Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just bored. Can't wait for that Quidditch match though. I haven't been on my broom all summer. I'm probably rusty."
Draco sighed. "Natural fliers don't get rusty, Potter!" He said Harry's last name without it's usual malice. "And I hate to say it but you're a natural."
The compliment gave Harry another warm feeling. He had the sinking suspicion ever since the whole Elemental Veela thing came out that Fate was going to play one huge cosmic joke on him and give him Draco Malfoy for his mate. Now that at first, stupid idea was looking very possible.
'The Book' as Harry had knighted it, told him he'd be attracted to his mate before he knew that person was his mate, and well, even if Harry wasn't an Elemental Veela he'd have to have had his important bits hacked off at a very young age not to be attracted to Draco Malfoy in some way. What was it Ginny called him? Every Hufflepuffs nightmare, every Ravenclaws science project and every Gryffindor's wet dream. It also said for the first bond to work, both parties had to know of the connection.
"I just find it damn freaky that it rained for two days straight when we decided to play a game of Quidditch! You can't have a good game in the rain!" Blaise declared, still miffed with the current weather.
"I like the rain." said Draco and Harry in unison, then looking at each other curiously. Blaise sighed. Draco had been pondering Harry Potter since he saw the boy barely a week ago. Maybe if they were left in peace they could sort out their strange sexual tension.
"I'm off to check the weather reports again. If there's nothing I like more than watching a good game of Quidditch it's playing a good game of Quidditch. Ta."
Pansy suddenly gasped. "Oh I just remembered I need to return that book to the library. The one I borrowed long...long ...ago! Theo! You can help me look for it!"
Pansy seized a protesting Theodore Nott by the arm and dragging him after Blaise. Harry and Draco watched them go, Harry with a questioning look on his face, Draco with an amused one.
"Not very subtle, your friends, are they?" Harry asked the blond. Draco laughed. An honest to God laugh. It sounded like music to Harry.
"Pansy means well, she really does. It almost killed her to not be herself for the last six years. I expect that we'll all end up with an overdose of Pansy before school commences."
Harry smiled as the two boys began walking down the corridor together.
"She reminds me a lot of Hermione and a bit of Ginny, really. I expect Ron to die of shock when he returns from America to see you've all gone spy."
Draco grimaced. "Simply because I am attempting to be civil with you in no way means we and Weasley will ever get along. He's just too fun to tease."
Harry was silent. That would be one major problem not that Harry knew a Slytherin was in fact his mate. Ron wasn't a very accepting person. Especially of new things. He saw the world in black and white and hated anything Slytherin. But Harry had to try.
"You know he's not that bad. A lot like your friend Blaise. A bit flaky but a nice person. He's just had a lot to live up to with six siblings."
Draco sighed. "I'd rather not talk about Weasley. Our families have hated each other for decades. A Gryffindor befriending some Slytherins is not going to change that, Potter."
For a brief moment Harry wondered what his name, Harry, would sound like on Draco's lips. Hesitating, Harry finally threw cation to the wind.
"First off Draco, my name's Harry. And second, does either side even remember what caused the feud in the first place? All I ever hear is that you hate each other...blah,blah, Gryffindor and slytheirn...blah,blah...Weasley, Malfoy."
Draco's elegantly curved eyebrows frowned in thought before he gave Harry a sheepish look.
"I've honestly never asked what we hate each other for. And me and Weasley just hate each other on principle. Must there be a reason Harry?"
Harry sighed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"Doesn't hating for no reason, or hating for any reason get tiring? Not to mention childish? If you all spent less time arguing and more time working together, Voldemort might not have come to be."
Draco looked over at Harry, approval showing in his eyes. "You still call him Voldemort. Even after all he's done to you?"
Harry's posture stiffened. "I suppose I could call him Tom but to call him the 'Dark Lord' or 'You-Know-Who' or eventhe stupiderstupider 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' would be an sign of some twisted show of respect and I have nothing but hate for that monster. So I call him Voldemort."
Draco nodded and looked out the window, sighing. At Harry's curious look he explained.
"I'd love nothing more than to go out in the rain right now."
"So why don't you?" Harry asked, thinking the idea was great even though he himself had just spent hours under the storm.
"I'm a Malfoy, Harry. It would be undignified ifI just..."
"Played in the rain?" Harry was grinning. "I still do it, if that makes you feel any better. Come."
Without another thought, Harry grabbed the pale boy's hand and began to drag him down the stairs. The tingles where their hands touched became waves of warmth and from Draco's small gasp, Harry wasn't the only one to feel it.
At the Main Hall, Draco struggled and Harry reluctantly let go of his hand. Quickly Draco took off his expensive looking robes and motioned for Harry to do the same. Harry complied.
"If I'm going to do this I'm not getting my best robes dirty." Was all the Slytherin said before grabbing Harry's hand this time and pulling the other boy along.
That's when Harry noticed the smell, that wonderful sent was coming off Draco in waves. Then it was dampened by the rain that fell in buckets. Draco had the sent of his mate. Now allHarryhad to do was trick him into doing some magic.
The rain felt great on Harry's sensitive skin but Draco started to shiver within the first five minutes. Catching Harry's eye, Draco grinned.
"We should have kept on our robes, instead of dying of hypothermia."
Harry took out his wand and made a show of shivering. "Warming Charm?"
Draco nodded. He pulled out his wand and did one for himself as well. Harry squinted and saw that while both their magical signatures were present, they were identical in color. He had found his mate.
His Veela side was dancing merrily inside him at the fact that he had found his mate and with them being so close right now, Harry felt that energy too. His hair and clothes were soaked and his mate was someone he had hated for the last five years but he didn't care.
The urge to bond with Draco was almost too much but Harry was just over half-way through his Transition Week and could keep himself in check. For now.
And Draco looked too happy to disturb. He, like Harry was soaked to the bone but was also enjoying every minute of it. Harry was suddenly struck with an idea. Grabbing Draco before he could conjure up an umbrella and twirl around, Harry began to lead him toward the lake.
"I want to show you something." Harry explained as Draco suddenly yelped.
Walking down the sloping grass that lead to the lake 'it' happened. Draco was walking a bit behind Harry when his shoes slipped out form under him, making him landflat on his arse with another yelp and slide into Harry. Harry had turned at the noise Draco made only to be knocked off of his feet as well, when the blond Slytherin came sliding down the hill. Falling on top of him, both boys were powerless to stop as they rolled all the way to the bottom of the hill.
As Fate would have it, Harry landed on top. Bruised, grass-stained and tender, Draco Malfoy did the only thing someone in his position could do. He laughed.
Harry's world was still spinning when he felt Draco trembling under him with laughter. Looking up into his mate's face Harry was transfixed with the way it was transformed when he laughed. Silvery grey eyes crinkled at the corners and his blond brows were pulled down into an 'm'. His usually pointed nose was scrunched slightly and his pale lips were pink and pulled back to reveal beautiful straight, white teeth.
Noticing Harry's stare, Draco's laughter slowly subsided and he gave the black haired wizard a questioning look.
"What are you staring at?" he whispered, not sure why.
Harry cocked his head to the side and Draco noticed for the first time that the boy wasn't wearing his glasses. It made his eyes stand out like two glowing emeralds.
"You." he answered honestly. "You were laughing."
Harry's body was registering major tingling in all the places where their bodies touched. Draco's faced inched closer.
"Why? Is there something wrong with my laugh?"
Harry's head was also moving closer and Draco heard the words "No, it's beautiful." before their lips met. Neither party hesitated in contributing to the kiss as both pairs of satiny lips glided over one another. Draco worked a hand out form under Harry, threading it through the Veela's hair and Harry almost purred.
Everything else, the hard ground they were lying on, the rainand themud that clung to their clothes faded away as Harry and Draco continued to kiss. Of course Draco was still human and Harry wasn't immortal, so the need for oxygen arose and they reluctantly broke apart for air before they sprang back together.
Harry expertly coerced Draco's mouth open with his tongue, distantly wondering when he became such an expert on kissing but stopped, thinking that is, when Draco's tongue snaked out to meet his. Draco tasted like he smelled. Coffee, vanilla and cinnamon combined uniquely made the taste of Draco and Harry loved it.
Of all the things to break up what Harry considered to be the most wonderful kiss he had ever had, he never thought a sneeze would be it. Pulling apart rather quickly, Harry sat up and turned his head quickly before the sneezing fit caught him.
Draco, pushing himself up to rest on his elbows,looked on in amusement until Harry finally finished. Raising his eyebrow in question, Harry felt his face burn.
"I got some water up my nose." he mumbled, embarrassed.
This got Draco started back in on laughing.
Wiping tears from his eyes, Draco got up and gave Harry a hand.
"Come on. Let's go get something to eat. Your godfather may send a search party out for you if your gone too long."
Harry snorted. "Yours would accuse me of feeding you to something in the Forbidden Forest."
There was a bit of an awkward pause as they both walked back toward Hogwarts. At the entrance, Draco smiled at Harry and entered. Harry stood outside thinking.
The high of being near his mate had worn off into a pleasant buzz and Harry could finally think. Draco Malfoy was his mate. What had taken place just minutes ago was proof enough of that fact. But Draco didn't know. As far as he was concerned, Harry just randomly kissed boys in the rain.
If Harry didn't tell Draco, the bond wouldn't be forged and Harry would die. But Draco didn't have a choice in the matter! He either chose to bond with Harry or face the fact that he killed another person.
It wasn't the fact that Draco was Harry's mate that had him upset, Harry now realized looking at the door that Draco had entered a few minutes ago, but the fact that because Draco was his mate Harry had taken away Draco's ability to chose his own life. And he deserved that chance. Not the Draco Malfoy Harry had come to hate in his last five years at Hogwarts but the Draco Malfoy who was a witty, proud ex-spy that loved to stand in the rain. He deserved the chance to say no, to not fall for Harry like Harry had already fallen for him.
Pansy and Theo stopped at the Common Room portrait and looked around before whispering the password. By some amazing stroke of luck, the dorms were completely empty. Most of the Slytherins were taking advantage of Hogwarts library while Draco's father was busy helping Snape make Potions in his personal labs.
Pansy had left Draco to unintentionally keep Harry occupied while Lupin and Black were at the Ministry getting Black's account unfrozen. It was the perfect time for Pansy to break into the Gryffindor Rooms.
Theo was left in the 'main' Common Rooms and was ordered to whistle at the notice of anyone coming.
Everyone had, for the most part, believed that Pansy had given up her search on what had happened to Harry Potter, when in truth she had buffed it up. All her research came up empty and those who knew the answers weren't talking. So Pansy dusted of her old spy glass and decided on the trusty 'search through your enemies belongings' approach was best.
After six years of learning the habits of her exhibited classmates, Pansy had learned that Gryffindors were the messy sort. And she apparently had the three most messiest Gryffindors to ever grace Hogwarts living in the Slytherin dorms.
The beauty of the rooms were hidden under books, bits of parchment, broken off quills, clothes and other odds and ends. Zonko and Weasley's Joke Shop: WWW catalogers covered the coffee table, while Defense books and Harry's school books covered the many end tables present in the cozy Common Room. Harry's homework was piled neatly on the kitchen table and Pansy quickly leafed through that, finding nothing. Lupin had a calendar with the full moon marked and the end of the present week circled. Pansy kept note of that date. All the books left were Quidditch books Pansy noted with a roll of her eyes.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the room and it was driving her insane! You'd think they'd've jot down a note and kept it where they'd see it...like on the wall or the fridge. The Fridge!
Said appliance was almost covered with notes: The notice about the reading of the Potter's Will, a cut out newspaper clipping of Sirius' innocence and other tidbits about life as Harry Potter, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black but one thing stuck out in the middle of the fridge.
List of Clues for Harry's Mate
It was in Lupin's writing, she recognized, having had the werewolf for a Professor for a full year. The list talked about Harry being cold until he came to Hogwarts, the person feelinglike itwas a guy and a Slytherin. The list had the words 'sent' and 'sight' with questions marks behind them.
Harry had a mate? As far as Pansy knew, wizards could have soul mates but that didn't make sense. Harry's aunt wrote of him being ill. Having his temperature go from fever to chills like the sun sets and rises. That and the fact that he was throwing up blood had nothing to do with needing a soul mate.
And how different he appeared. Harry Potter was a pretty decent looking guy before this summer, with his black hair and unique green eyes, giving him that dark and mysterious look but on his first night back, Pansy herself felt like jumping the guy. And her own instincts telling her he'd be fine after this. It was like he had transformed.
Understanding hit Pansy like a hammer to a nail. It was rare, but possible that a wizard's or witch's blood was sometimes mixed with that of a magical creatures. That's how werewolves and Fleur Delacour were possible. And Dumbledore saying how Harry was sick with his mother's illness, and on his sixteenth birthday, a coming of age year for many magical creatures.
But what was he? He couldn't be a werewolf, Dobby, the House Elf respected him and House Elfs are known to be fearful of werewolves. Not a vampire either. Dumbledore wouldn't risk having a newly awaken vampire down in a dungeon full of life people. And besides a vampire doesn't need a mate, just a companion or a child.
Pansy had already searched the Common Rooms and quickly moved on to the bedrooms for more clues. Searching Lupin's and Black's would be a waste of time, so she quickly moved toward Harry's. The trunk at the foot of his bed was shut but not completely. Opening it, Pansy saw just what Harry needed for school that year. Carefully putting it back the way it was, she looked around the room. The only other thing that stuck of was a small shelf with a few new-looking books on them. One of the books caught her eyes. It was, unlike the others, fairly old looking and thick.
Sliding it out, Pansy gasped as she read the cover.
Elemental Veela: The Beginning
Everything clicked. Harry Potter was an Elemental Veela.
Flicking through the book, words like 'transformation', 'Veela allure', 'controlling elements' popped out at her before she hit the chapter on mates.
Theo's sharp whistle hit her eras and she quickly shut the book and put it back in it's proper place.
Harry was an Elemental Veela who was looking for his mate. Pansy had three guesses who and the first two didn't count.
A/N: I'm stopping there. I'll probably get another chapter out tomorrow or the next night. I'm not sure how long it'll be!
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S.Tangerine