Summary: Harry Potter is not human. Draco's Veela is starting to come through. When Harry is being raped at home. When he comes into his birthright. What will happen when Draco wants to help after Harry's friends turn on him?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. All Characters, situations, and the like belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warning: This story contains: Rape, Slash, Lemons, Sex. You have been warned.
On with the show...
Draco brought the tray upstairs, then set it on the bed. Harry was still in the bathroom, and Draco was about to leave when the raven haired teen came out, fully clothed and clean. Draco smiled at him and handed his opposite a plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes and carrots.
Harry's smiled widened as he looked over the amount of food, he was starving. Digging in, Harry wasted no time polishing off the entire meal. Taking his glass of pumpkin juice off the tray, that went down just as quickly. Draco laughed at how fast the food vanished from both their plates, since Draco hadn't eaten anything since receiving Harry's letter and Harry not having much to eat since school ended.
Once done Harry and Draco both went downstairs, Draco carrying the tray. Draco handed the empty tray to the old bartender, then they headed out the back door, into the back area. Draco removed his wand and tapped the proper bricks, the aforementioned bricks moved aside to reveal Diagon Alley.
Harry and Draco walked side by side through the crowded street, weaving through the mass of people. Draco had a gentle hold on Harry's sleeve, not wanting to lose the teen in the crush of bodies. Harry was more then willing to follow Draco, for some reason he trusted the blonde Slytherin.
Harry had always trusted Draco, even though they had never been friends, he trusted the other boy with his life. Something about the lithe blonde had always struck Harry as trustworthy. Harry knew that Draco had never lied to him, instead had forced him to think; to actually think about the questions he asked and the answers he got. And now he did not question what Draco was doing for him.
They continued their trek through the street, moving easily in and out of the crowd. They finally reached a store, the front anonymous except for the sign hanging above the door, Shop of Potions: Remedies for all Your Ails and Other Such Problems. Harry gave a small smile at the name as they went in to the dimly lit shop.
Draco went right up to the counter, pulling Harry gently along behind him. The man at the counter was thin and tall, with greasy black hair that rivaled Snape's. " Good day." Draco said in a calm voice with a superior smirk on his face. " I would like to see some of your healing potions." The blonde said simply.
The tall man nodded and pointed out a series of shelves near the back of the long shop. " Anything else you need just ask." His voice was nearly as greasy as his hair, causing Harry to shudder slightly.
Draco pulled him back to the aforementioned shelves and proceeded to look at each of the potions. " Okay, now. You have cuts, bruises, and I would believe internal scarring, as well as internal bruising. So we'll need this, this and this." Draco mumbled, more to himself then to his new friend.
Harry just smiled at how calmly the other boy worked when surrounded by familiar things. Harry gave a soft chuckle as Draco pulled him back up to the front of the shop.
" That will be three galleons, and four knuts." The shop keeper intoned with a slight sneer. Draco huffed and pulled the proper amount out of his pocket. Handing the coins to the tall man Draco then left the shop, making sure to never let go of Harry's sleeve.
Once back in their room at the Leaky Cauldron Draco proceeded to administer the potions to the raven haired teen, who sat silently in one of the two chairs. Draco soon had all the potions that he could give Harry at once down the boys throat.
" Now, I can't give you this one until tonight, preferably after dinner. If you get tired just go lay down, but try not to fall asleep. It won't hurt you if you do indeed fall asleep, just take longer for the potions to work." Draco said calmly as he put the now empty vials in the bathroom.
When he came back, Harry still sat in the chair, now with a book resting in his lap, open to about half way through. Draco watched him for a moment, seemingly entranced by the sight of Harry reading at a good pace, finger skimming as his eyes flicked across the page, following his finger.
" You can stand there and watch me all day, but I would assume that you would get rather uncomfortable." Harry said, voice barely masking his mirth.
Draco started in surprise at the blunt statement, not expecting such a remark from Harry-Bloody-Potter. Draco gave a small smile, " what if I like watching you read?" Draco asked casually, sitting in the chair opposite Harry.
" Then your life is more boring then I thought." Harry intoned, looking up, eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter. Draco couldn't help but laugh at the look on Harry's face as he tried not to laugh himself.
" Oh, the look on you face. It was priceless. You were trying not to laugh, but your lips kept twitching." Draco gasped out in two breaths, as he brought his laughter under control.
Harry joined in on the quiet laughter of his friend, shaking his head slightly at the blondes obvious enjoyment of the situation. Going back to his book with a broad smile on his face, Harry tried to ignore the feeling of his companion watching him with sharp silver eyes.
" What are you reading that seems so interesting?" Draco asked as he leaned forward in his chair, looking at the light writing on the thick parchment.
" Book." Harry stated simply, trying to get Draco to respond to the smart ass comment.
" What's the title? You goof, I can tell it's a book." Draco said brightly, liking the other boy more and more with each passing moment he spent around him.
" Title? Oh. Creatures of Myth and Legend: The Truth About Them. Why, would you like to read it?" Harry asked, looking back up into the brilliant silver-blue eyes.
" No, just wondering. Why so interested in magical creatures?" Draco asked as he leaned back in his chair again.
" I wanted to look up more information on Werewolves, and then decided to go a head a research them and other magical creatures at the same time. You know you have a striking resemblance to a male Veela?" Harry asked as he looked into Draco's eyes.
" That would be because I am over half Veela. I got it from both my parents and will come into my true self on my sixteenth birthday, which is next week, August fourth." Draco answered in a slightly dreamy voice, as he looked out the window.
" Hmm. Never would have guessed. Although I should have noticed sooner that you weren't all human. You were always a little to attractive to both the female and male population at school." Harry went on. " Your birthdays next week, mines today. Hmm. Odd, I can't believe I never noticed the fact that your birthday was so close to mine." Harry whispered, more to himself then to the young Veela sitting across from him.
" What, your birthdays today? I completely forgot. Would you like to go do something?" Draco asked eyes snapping back to Harry, now wide with surprise.
" Oh, no. No, I'm just fine with staying here. I don't ever do anything for my birthday." Harry said quickly, looking away from the blonde, back down to his book.
Draco got up and pulled the heavy book gently from Harry's bronzed hands, setting it on the bed before coming back and pulling Harry up. " Come on, lets go out. Maybe get some ice-cream. I want to do something for you. It doesn't have to be anything big if you don't want it to be, but lets go out and enjoy the day." Draco asked, eyes pleading.
Harry gave a soft chuckle at the pleading tone and look that Draco was giving him. " Alright, lets go get some ice-creme. But nothing else." Harry said sternly. " Unless its for yourself." He added.
Draco smiled broadly at him and made no comment as he pulled Harry out of the room and down the stairs. Tom smiled at them as they nearly ran passed. Draco pulled Harry back out into Diagon Alley, the crowd slightly thinner then before as every one was eating lunch.
They walked at a steady pace, not to fast, but not to slow either. Arriving at the ice-cream parlor, Draco lead the way to the counter and ordered two chocolate sundaes.
" How did you know I like chocolate?" Harry asked, head cocked to the side as they sat near the back of the shop.
" I know a lot about you, since I have been your 'enemy' for five years. I watched you carefully, getting to know your likes and dislikes. Making sure that I knew everything I could about you." Draco stated simply as he put a small amount of the chocolate ice-creme into his mouth.
" Well then I don't feel so out of place about watching you all the time." Harry said with a bright smile as he to ate some of the cold treat. ( A.N: Sorry but this won't be some inappropriate slashy scene. Just two friends enjoying ice-cream. The good stuff comes later.)
Draco smiled over at the painfully thin black haired boy. ' Well at least I'm not the only one who knows how to keep an eye on the 'Enemy'.' Draco thought, almost smugly. " Well lets see how much you know. How about we get to know each other a little better. Question for a question?" Draco asked easily.
" Sure, you go first." Harry answered as he leaned back on his bench, still eating his ice-cream.
" Okay, what's my favorite color?"
" Deep, nearly Black, Blue." Harry answered.
" Nice. What do I like to do in my spare time?" Draco asked, a smug look on his face.
" Work on potions with your Godfather, Severus Snape." Harry intoned, wiping the smirk from Draco's face.
" Okay. What is my favorite subject?"
" Transfigurations."
" My favorite teacher?
" Amazingly, Hagrid."
Draco looked at him surprised for a moment, not even Pansy knew that. " Scary. What do I do when I'm not helping Sev?"
" Writing. Poems, short stories, letters."
" Okay, I get it. You know me inside and out. What about my personality?"
" Depends on your mood of course. Even though no one else sees it, you are actually very caring, compassionate, and willing to help those who need it, whether they ask or not." Harry answered, looking meaningfully into Draco's eyes as he said the last part.
" Now your turn." Draco said, sitting back while pushing his empty bowl away. Harry in turn leaned forward.
" What's my favorite color?"
" You have two. Emerald Green and Silver. You damn Slytherin." Draco muttered the last with a smile slipping over his lips.
" What do I do in my spare time?"
" Well beside flying, you also write poetry and sketch."
" What's my favorite subject?"
" That's easy. Defense Against the Dark Arts." Draco replied.
" Favorite teacher?"
" Lupin, even though he doesn't work there any more."
" And my personality?" Harry asked, really wanting to know if Draco could see through the mask that he wore at school.
" You are very unlike what your friends see. You can be caring but also cold. You have learned over the years that if you were really as innocent as every one saw you as, Voldemort could kick your ass with out even trying. So you hardened up a little. Your still caring and compassionate, but with an edge of sharpened steel. People better not cross you this year." Draco added, smiling slightly at how alike they really were.
" Very true, although I don't plan on letting my alter-ego get ahead of me. Even if I get really pissed about something there is always, always that voice telling me to stay calm and remember my head." Harry sighed in mild defeat. " I always have to keep myself in check when I'm around the Gryffindor's, it feels like I'm hiding.
" Did you know that the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin? Now I'm wishing that I had let it." Harry sighed again, truly wishing that he had been placed in the darker house.
" Yeah, I knew. I just wasn't sure until you almost lost control in Potions that one time. Then I knew for a fact that you were in the wrong house. You never actually lost control, but you got close a few times. To the point where your magic crackled around you." Draco pointed out quietly as he sat forward so that they were closer, so no one else could hear their conversation.
" Yeah, I got so close. And then all of a sudden I'd look over at you and see that emotionless face, yet your eyes, to me, betrayed you. When I looked at you, I calmed down, gaining some semblance of control over myself, and walking away." Harry looked out the front window, which he was facing. Draco could tell the other boy wasn't seeing the heavily populated street, but the past, or even nothing at all.
" You want to go and walk around for awhile? I don't want to go back up to our room yet." Draco offered, silently praying that Harry would come out of his trance like state.
" Sure. I need to get some more treats for Hedwig and ink. So lets go." Harry said, smiling at the other boy.
They left the steadily emptying parlor and ventured out into the mess of people. Draco still kept his hand on Harry's sleeve, not daring to release it. They made their way through the mass of people and entered the Owl Emporium.
Harry walked around the sides of the room, wanting to look around first before getting the treats. Spotting a large tank in the back of the store, Harry wove his way closer. Inside lay a gorgeous black Python. She was nearly three feet long and looked to be bored out of her mind.
You look a little bored Harry hissed to the snake.
Her black head jerked up and she looked piercingly at the raven haired teen. You sspeak my language. Wonderful. I have been sso lonely of late. She hissed, looking him up and down. Her voice held a slight accent, like she was from France. The accent wasn't strong, but it made her voice richer, a really interesting sound coming from a snake.
Her voice was also very entrancing, and educated, like she had been to school or read books. Yes I sspeak our language. What iss your name?
My name is Sshadow. What iss your name? She asked moving closer to the glass.
My name iss Harry. Would you like to come with me? Harry asked as he looked the beautiful snake over.
Shadow nodded enthusiastically. Yess. Pleasse take me from thiss place. She begged. Harry smiled at her and held up his hand.
Walking up to the counter he looked for the clerk. " Hello?" He called into the shadows.
" Yes?" A young woman stepped out from behind a black curtain and moved closer to the counter. " What can I do for you?" Her voice was soft and silky, yet held a stern slightly commanding edge to it.
" I would like the black Python in the back tank, some owl treats and anything I will need to house Shadow." Harry stated simply, walking to the tank.
The young woman followed him and nodded to the tank. " Let me go get the supplies from the back, anything else?" After Harry shook his head she vanished back behind the curtain.
" What else are you getting? Please don't tell me your getting the snake." Draco whispered looking at the black length of reptile.
" Okay, I won't tell you." Harry said smiling at the blondes look. " Her name is Shadow and she's a black Python. You say anything mean to her and she's liable to bite you if I'm not there. You probable already know this, but she's poisonous." Harry informed his blonde friend.
Draco nodded. " Can you tell her I'm Draco and your friend? I don't want her not liking me." Draco whispered as he moved closer to Harry.
Thiss iss Draco Malfoy. He'ss my friend, sso don't hurt him. Harry hissed to the snake, as the clerk came out from behind the curtain.
Luckily she didn't hear the quiet exchange and handed Harry a bag that was magic-ed to hold large amounts of materials while not weighing very much. Harry took the bag and watched as the women carefully removed Shadow from her tank, using a simple levitation charm.
The clerk transported Shadow into a carry case that looked small, but Harry could tell that it was much larger on the inside. Paying for his many items Harry and Draco left the shop and headed to Florish and Blotts (A.N: Is that right?).