A/N: See more chappies! If I can, I'm going to make the one on Saturday extra long! If I can. Life might step in, the kind of life everyone hates, and try to stop me.

Chapter Fourteen: Comings and Goings

As Harry drifted off to sleep, Draco decided to follow his advice and read the book, Elemental Veela: Personalized Guide for Mates. The personalized part Draco didn't really understand. The book itself was old looking and made of soft, worn leather.

Opening the book, Draco soon came to discover it was blank. The yellowed pages were totally clear, like a journal.

"How am I supposed to read a bloody blank book? Merlin, this is hopeless!"

Draco rubbed his eyes, the book open on his lap. Harry was determined to make sure Draco knew what he was getting into before he agreed to anything and Draco was mad at him for keeping the secret and worried sick at how long Harry would survive not being bonded.

Suddenly the hand that was still on the book, felt something. It felt like someone had just written on the parchment as it was slightly indented in the pattern of words.

Looking down at the book, Draco was that words had begun to appear across the page.

"What the bloody hell?"

He was reminded of the time his father had to give the female Weasley the Dark Lord's old journal. The girl had written in it and had almost died. But Draco didn't write in it! He just asked a question.

Shrugging to no one, Draco took a chance and read the words.

'First off, I am not a bloody blank book and second all you had to do is ask!'

Then.

' And don't swear.'

Okay, the book had just answered his questions like it had a personality. Getting it, Draco looked at the cover. Personalized Guide, it had said. The book had a personality.

"Sorry about my fowl language but this is more than a little frustrating."

More writing appeared.

'Yes, as it is with all Elemental Veela mates. You are the first one I have talked to in over a century.'

Draco raised his eyebrows at the book. A century? That's a long time to be stuck in a book with no one but yourself to talk to.

"Well, I guess this is your lucky day because I have no idea what is expected of me now."

'No idea? Has your mate told you nothing?'

"He told me I had a choice, which I didn't, and then almost died because of his stupid sense of honor or whatever it is he thinks he should live by."

The book had this old personality that Draco found comforting, like a grandfather.

' He gave you a choice, did he? Well then he must have fallen hard for you, young man.'

Fallen hard? The book must not understand.

"Harry, the Elemental Veela in this...situation, and Ihave hated each other for the last five years, almost six. I thought he was a spoiled, egotistic, famous boy-hero who could do no wrong and he thought I was a spoiled bigoted Death Eater in training who was as evil as the man I 'served'."

'But you are not. Both of you were blinded by society. I suspect that the situation was , in fact the total opposite. That is why you are mates.'

Draco snorted. "Because we hated each other for five years? Yeah, I'll admit I was wrong about Harry but I am in many ways a spoiled bigoted person. How can we benefit each other?"

If a book could sigh, the book in his hands just did.

'This is going to be harder than usual. By being passed on to you, I am aware of everything that goes on in your life. You may be spoiled and bigoted but what you lack in that area, your mate will make up for. Now would you like to know why this has happened?'

Draco looked at his watch, it wasn't a muggle one, although at first glance you would think so. It was made of white gold and had his parents names on it, pointing to things like 'Working', 'At Home' and 'Trouble'. Touching one of the three dials, Draco could change it to actually tell time or to show a small map of the area he was in. It was a gift from Blaise, Pansy and Theo last year for his birthday.

Changing the dial to 'Time' and saw that, even though the time was late he, Draco, was wide awake.

"Might as well. Harry won't let me help him until I 'understand' what I'm signing up for andI don't know how long he has."

'Your mate is unusually powerful, even for an Elemental Veela. His Transition Week ends seven days from his birthday. But first you must understand how Harry came to be what he is.'

The book then began to tell Draco of the legend of how Elemental Veela were made, by the Goddess Aphrodite and how they were attacked by their jealous cousins.

"So Harry doesn't have an ugly side when he gets angry?"

'No but he is even more deadly than an enraged Veela. No wizard or witch, or magical creature for that matter, has survived an attack by an Elemental Veela. Once they are set on destroying something, only their mates can stop them.'

Draco was surprised. "I have that much power over him?"

'You are, in short, his life. If you were, Heaven forbid, killed while bonding, Harry would go into a deep depression and slowly die, thinking he had failed you. If you were to die after you were bonded, Harry would die soon after.'

The connection, the bond would be that deep? That strong?

"What if he were to die?"

'The magic would not be the same. While bonded, you would feel empty inside. You would survive his death but would never be the same. I'm sure you felt that feeling when he was dying tonight.'

The Book, or Chuck as Draco had decided to call him, halfway through the telling of the creation of Elemental Veelas, was talking about the cold empty feeling Draco had gotten after he left Harry. It was not pleasant.

"So how come Harry didn't know he was an Elemental Veela before? Why at sixteen he's suddenly Mr. Powerful Hottie?"

Chuck was a bit stuffy, really.

'Well, the sixteenth year is the coming of age for anElemental Veela. At his coming of age, Harry went through his Transformation Week. It's rather painful, he'd tell you if you asked him. All I was really told about it was that the body is subjected to what they call 'the cold and the heat' to prepare them for their new powers. The 'impure' blood is also forced out of their bodies and replaced by Elemental Veela blood. It can be quite scary for someone who has not been told of their heritage.'

So what Harry's Aunt wrote about him was because of his Transformation Week.

'After that, if the Elemental Veela's mate has been born they begin their Transition Week. It is the process of becoming a fully-fledged Elemental Veela, with control over his or her Allure and powers, from an untrained, dangerous magical being. They gain their heightened senses and the need to find their mate. At the end of the week, an Elemental Veela must make the first bond with their mate or they will perish.'

Now they were getting to the important bit.

"The first bond? What is it? And exactly how many do we need?"

'The First Bond is a physical bond and is established with a kiss. It must be on the lips and be acknowledged as a 'bonding kiss' for it to work. Both parties must participate.'

Okay. So he and Harry had to kiss. It wouldn't be the first time. And, Draco mused, it wasn't as though Harry or himself were bad kissers.

Sensing Draco was okay with this so far, 'Chuck' continued.

'The Second Bond, one of the hardest to establish is a Mental Bond. There must be trust, honestly and love between the mates. This bond takes the most time to establish and is completed when the mates can sense each others emotions. It is a slight feeling, nothing too overpowering or else the relationship becomes too predictable. Because it is essential to keep you safe, Harry will already be able to know if you are in danger but when a Mental Bond is formed, you will also have this ability.'

Harry and Draco were going to have to trust each other? Be honest? Love! That meant sorting through the last five, if not sixteen years of their lives. Draco already knew a bit about Harry's childhood, horrid as it was, but nothing that he knew was told because Harry had wanted him to know, because Harry trusted him with it. It was either rumors from Hogwart's Grapevine or what Harry had told the Ministry to get Remus as a guardian. And Harry really knew nothing about Draco. Having to spy on the real Death Eaters in Training, Draco couldn't let his true personality show. And some of the things they had said to each other...

"What isthe next one? How many more? I mean, what is this a two for one sort of deal?"

'Patience, there is only one more Bond left. The last is an Emotional Bond. It is completed when you engage in a mating ceremony...of sorts.'

A mating cermony? What? Chuck wasn't making much sense. When Draco thought of mating the first thing that popped into his head was-oh.

"You could have just said sex, instead of making me think it out. You needn't worry about being embarrassed, your a book."

Unfortunately Chuck was also as stiff as starched pants, to go with his stuffed shirt attitude.

'There are certain things that should not be spoken about in polite society.' He 'said' pompously before continuing. ' Anyway, when all three bonds are completed, you will be mated for life. Nothing can break an Elemental Veela bond with its mate. What makes this so difficult is that the three bonds must also be completed with six months from the first bond. If not, the Elemental Veela dies anyway, having not fulfilled his duty to keep its mate happy.'

Six months! He had half a year to literally fall in love with Harry and have sex with him? It was mad! Now Draco was no blushing virgin, his first 'guy' time having been with Luis at the end of their third year, but he and Luis were very good friends when that happened, still were to this day. They had known each other for a good seven years before it happened.He and Harry hadn't had a civil word with each other until five days ago and had even tried to get each other expelled many times.

But Harry seemed to attract life and death situations no matter what he was doing. Just the thought of Harry dying made Draco's heart feel like someone had poked it with shards of ice. What had happened tonight to Harry had looked painful enough!

And what would his parents think? His father was accepting of Draco's interests in other boys but would he be accepting of having the Boy-Who-Lived in his family? Blood lines would have nothing to do with it. Harry was purer than everyone in his whole family! And having an Elemental Veela in the line would be anything but dishonorable.

His mother would be thrilled really. She wanted what was best for Draco and was really nothing like the women she made the Wizarding World think she was. True, she was confident and independent, but she had a sweet side to her that made his father simply adore her. Lucius hadn't even allowed her to receive the Dark Mark, although he was tortured for his decision. Yes, his parents would be accepting of a relationship with Harry.

The only true dilemma Draco saw, was Harry's friends, Weasley and Granger and Draco's godfather, Sev. Harry had already compared two of his closest friends to his, Pansy being like Granger and Blaise like Weasley, although Draco was a little disbelieving of that.

Draco knew Sev hated Harry because of who his father and godfather were, not because of Harry himself, but if what Draco saw in the Gryffindor Graveyard was true, Sev and Harry were family. Something, Draco knew Snape valued more than life. He could remember once when he was little, asking his father why Sev was so sad and bitter. His father's reply stuck in his memory even today.

"Draco, your godfather has lost much in his life because of the choices of others. He does not alway see where the true blame lies and because of that blames himself for letting people in and showing, what he feels, is weakness."

Draco now understood what his godfather had lost because of the Dark Lord, but still didn't understand how he could hate someone who was the blood of the person he loved. For Harry, Draco was willing to try and get along with Weasley and Granger!

That last thought stopped him. He was? He cared that much already for the black-haired Veela sleeping on the cot beside him, he was willing to forget the Malfoy-Weasley grudge if it made him happy.

'You seem relieved to find you do care for what happens to Harry. Were you worried you would not?'

Draco had forgotten about Chuck. But how did it understand what he was thinking?

'I told you. Now thatI am in your ownership, I am aware of the world around you and your Veela. You were projecting strong feelings of confusion before but now you seem content.'

"I'm just sure of what I feel now. I just wish I knew why he was willing to die ifI didn't want this."

'That is something only Harry can answer. I maybe be a thinking book but I do not have all the answers.'

Draco smiled before letting loose a huge yawn.

"I'm exhausted. Goodnight Chuck."

'Sleep well, Master Draco.'

In last night's haste, Madam Pomfrey must have forgotten to shut the blinds. So when sunrise came, its gold and pink light roused from their slumber birds, rabbits and sadly, at least for him, Harry Potter.

His first thoughts were, of course, Why was he in the Hospital Wing again? and second Why am I not dead?

Harry was about to sit up, when he saw a head of white blond hair resting by his hip, gently holding Harry's hand as he slept.

Harry decided then, that no matter what anyone said about Veelas, Draco Malfoy was as close to perfection any mortal was going to get. Muttering a quick time spell, Harry sighed as he slowly withdrew his hand from Draco's. He rather regretted having to relinquish contact with his mate, but Harry was starving.

Surviving last night would mean nothing if he died of hunger.

Not wanting Draco to worry, Harry quickly wrote a note, saying he was gone to the kitchens and would be back after he was finished. Then he put it here he had been sleeping, hoping Draco would see it as soon as he awakened.

The trip to the kitchens was one Harry rather enjoyed. Everything looked brighter, but maybe that was because the Veela part of Harry believed Draco would accept him and start the bonding.

Not wanting to ruin his good mood on worrying over what Draco's decision would be, Harry just soaked up the happiness he was experiencing byjust walking through Hogwarts. If he had died last night, he would have missed the castle, with its hidden passageways, trick staircases, the classes, heck, maybe even Snape a little bit.

One person the castle housed, Harry was sure he wouldn't miss, decided that today of all days, she would come down from her tower to walk among the living. She had also decided that, like Harry, the kitchens were the best place to get food, if the Great Hall was empty.

That was how Harry suddenly found himself seated at a small table with his Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, her beads glittering in the light and her glasses making her bug-like eyes seem a bit more larger than usual.

"Good Morning, Harry Potter." she said in her misty voice, her eyes blinking slowly at him as they did while she taught. "My Inner Eye had said I would be meeting you here."

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but just barely. Trelawney had been predicting Harry's death since he had taken her class in his Third year, and had a knack for saying her 'Inner Eye' had predicted something obvious, likeit being cold in January. Harry and Ron had determined that Trelawney must have heard about Harry's previous two years at Hogwarts before picking him as her 'dying student' since he was almost always in danger form Voldemort. That way, she could say that she was almost right and that Harry was 'supposed' to have died or something.

So instead, Harry put on a fake, bright smile and said, "No way! Me too!" before ordering up some salmon omelet, some vanilla tea and a chocolate milkshake. All week, Sirius had found amusement in the strange combinations of food Harry would eat, all being either very sweet or containing some sort of seafood. Trelawney order some rosemary tea.

Trelawney nodded at Harry, smiling also. "Yes, I always saw an aura of power around you when we looked into the future. I'm glad to see your friend, Miss Granger hasn't rubbed off on you. Poor girl, had just as much the ability to 'see' as a blind man."

Harry bristled at the comment of one of his best friends. Trelawney had a habit of putting down the other Professor's subjects, declaring Divination to be one of the most important courses of their school experience.

"Well Hermione is great at a lot of other courses. Especially Transfiguration."

Harry's enhanced hearing heard Trelawney's mumble about Divination being a 'real use' of 'real magic' before accepting his food from the House Elfs. Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney did not see eye to eye on a lot of things in the Magical World. Ron had joked that there was a bitter love triangle going on between Trelawney and McGonagall for Dumbledore's affections. Hermione had told Ron to stop reading his mother's romance novels, but later told Harry that Trelawney didn't have a chance against McGonagall because 'that old bat' was a fraud.

But Harry knew better. Whatever thecosmic powers that shaped the future were, Sybil Trelawney was irregularly connection to them. In her lifetime, the Seer had made two prophecies; one to Harry and one about Harry. He was seeing a pattern here.

Suddenly feeling nervous, Harry began to bolt down his breakfast, wanting to get away from the prophecy spouting bomb. If Harry was her catalyst, he's make sure he was nerve within a ten-foot broomstick of her again. He grabbed his tea cup to quickly washed down the last of his omelet. It tasted odd, not like the vanilla tea he always drank at the Gryffindor table.

Trelawney suddenly spoke again. "Did you receive your OWL results yet?"

Harry shook his head. He had forgotten about those.

She 'hmm'-ed. "They are late."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Harry muttered, getting annoyed at the Professor's powers of stating the obvious.

Finally full, Harry stretched and stood.

"Well, it was nice talking to you. Good day."

His Professor nodded but then spoke suddenly.

"You did well. Your dream is in sight. Good day Mr. Potter." Then she became interested in sipping her own tea.

Harry looked at her, not sure if he should believe her words to be true, shruggedbefore leaving the kitchens. For a moment, he had been afraid that she would go all wonky and possessed-like on him again.

Just as Harry's robed whipped around the corner, Sybil Trelawney made a choking sound and dropped her tea cup. Grabbing her throat, the Seer stumbled backward, eyes wide as the tea she had just been drinking turned a blood red and began to bubble.

The House Elfs were crazy as blood spilled out of Trelawney's eyes, nose and mouth and she fell to the floor. The cups had accidentally become mixed up. The poisoned tea had been Harry's vanilla flavored favorite.

When Harry got back to the Hospital Wing there was a crowd waiting for him. Sirius spotted him first.

"HARRY! Where have you been? We thought you'd ran away to die again!"

The group consisted of an harassed looking Madam Pomfrey, a bright eyed and bushy tailed Dumbledore, Snape looking like his normal 'happy' self, a relieved Remus, Pansy, Blaise and Theo all looking tired, an oddly amused looking Lucius and a panicked looking Draco.

"Where'd you go off to like that?" Draco demanded, looking Harry over carefully."You should have woken me instead of just running off."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, mum. I don't know what your so upset about, I was only at the kitchens."

"Don't know why we're so upset?" said Madam Pomfrey in full angry nurse mode. "You went from literally dying to just walking off, again, without telling anyone! And we cannot be upset?"

Harry threw his arms up in the air, frustrated at all the babying the nurse was doing.

"I left a note! I was trying to be responsible and... everything! I did! I did!"

Pansy who was sitting on the bed shifted and everyone heard the crunch of parchment. Lifting the blankets that weren't covering the bed like that when Harry left, she pulled out Harry's crumpled note.

Harry pointed at the offending piece of paper, a smirk on his face.

"See? I left it on the bed by Draco's head before I left. Someone else covered it up."

Madam Pomfrey blushed. She had woken Draco up when she had seen the empty bed and had flicked the blankets over the note, thinking the worst.

The medi-nurse cleared her throat. "Well, now that that is settled. Mr. Potter sit down on the bed and let me examine you. I'll be right back."

Sirius flopped down on the chair Draco had been sleeping in with a sigh.

"Harry, I'm going to be grey before term is out if you don't stop scaring me like this."

Harry smiled. "Grey is the new black Sirius. I swear."

"But then the girls won't like me!" Sirius whinnied.

Remus smiled at his friend. "What do you care if the girls like you or not, hm? And besides they don't like you now."

Snape, who was probably dragged down here by Pansy and probably didn't really see what the fuss of Harry being missing was all about, made a face.

"I would rather not heard about anyone who likes Black this early in the morning. It ruins my whole day."

"What were you going to do today that is now ruined anyway, Severus?" asked Lucius, looking happier, at least to Harry, now that he no longer served Voldemort. " Make potions? You do that no matter how your day goes."

Snape glared at his friend. "I am a Potions Master, Lucius. Potionry is what I do."

Madam Pomfrey came back with some more potions.

"This one is just for extra energy."she said giving him a bright pink potion that taste nothing like it looked. "Now, any aches or pains? Is your head hurting? Vision okay?"

Harry nodded. "I feel fine. I'd rather be outside playing Quidditch."

Madam Pomfrey gave him 'the look'. "You will not be flying until at least you're forged the first bond! If I find out your feet left the ground more than the required height to walk, I will tie you too your bed. Understood?"

Harry nodded miserably. Blaise slumped in defeat. Draco went over and patted Harry on the back, smiling.

"It sucks to be you right now."

Harry was about to open his mouth to reply when a curious sounding voice from the door to the Hospital Wing interrupted them.

"Might I inquire what is going on here?"

Everyone turned to see Narcissa Malfoy standing in a traveling cloak, her hands on her hips.

At the exact same moment, Dobby popped into the Hospital Wing, frantic.

"Dumbley-Door! Professor Dumbley-Door! Murder! There has been a murder!"

Dumbledore crossed over to the frantic House Elf and grasped his bony shoulders.

"Who has been murdered Dobby? Who?"

Dobby was sobbing so hard he could barely speak.

"Dumbley-Door'ss fortune teller! Dumbley-Doors Tree-lawn-nee!"

A/N: There you go. I hope killing off Trelawney was okay. She was annoying anyway. Thanks for all the reviews! My next update will probably be Saturday. Anyone know if Potionry is even a word? I swear I've read it somewhere!

S.Tangerine