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'THE PLAN'

Draco sat, fuming, as he watched the other men in the room calmly eat their breakfast. Hadn't Severus said they were going to talk about 'The Plan'? He had been here fifteen minutes already and no talking. Eating. They were eating!

"If you are done stuffing your faces, could we please get to 'The Plan'?" Draco snarled. "It's been almost three months. I will start hexing someone and soon." He turned to the red head beside him and glared until Ron looked up from his plate. He was shocked to his pureblooded core when all he did was smirk and resume eating.

With a loud snort, Draco glared at everyone. It was minutes later that he heard the first snicker. Soon all four men were laughing.

"Merlin, you people are enough to drive a man insane!" Draco said icily as he continued to glare at them.

Remus gasped out around laughter, "I am starting to pity Harry."

"Excuse me?" The blonde snarled but that only seemed to send the men into harder gales of laughter.

"You should see your face, Malfoy." Ron chuckled. Hagrid piped up with a low, "yeah!"

"Oh please! Grow up!" Draco crossed his arms in front of him on the table and slammed his head down. He let their laughter roll over him as he tried to reign in his temper. A temper he was glad to have because lately all he could seem to do was talk softly and smile like a loon. The first thing he was going to do once he had Harry was smack him upside the head for the way he was having to act. Well….not the first thing.

"Malfoy?" Ron hissed quietly beside him.

Draco lifted his head slightly to glare at the man beside him and snapped, "Weasel."

Ron's eyes flashed at that but then he grinned, ah the old Malfoy was still in there somewhere. He face grew grave and he whispered, "he saw you, that's why he ran." He watched him as he spoke with what Draco could only categorize as a sympathetic look.

Draco stared at him in confusion, "saw me what?"

"He saw you with Pansy."

"Weasley…Ron, I haven't been with Pansy since before the war." Draco said with a slightly disgusted look on his face.

"Ah…you see, the day he left he went to see you. Pansy had come in earlier and he thought she had left. She hadn't…you were…and she was…" Ron whispered as his face grew red.

Draco's eyes widened and his pale face became even paler as he realized what the other man was trying to say. "Oh God!" He moaned as he slammed his head back down onto the table, "that BITCH!"

He took a few seconds to get his anger under control before speaking in a tired voice, "if he had stayed longer he would have seen me push her off. She was trying to get me to give her more money. She lied to me I thought I saw someone else in the room but she said that there was no one there. I was still so weak, I didn't know."

"I think that is why Harry is seeing this guy. He thinks that you and Pansy are back together. He just doesn't want to be alone anymore." Ron said sympathetically.

"If you two are done whispering we can proceed." The Headmaster said silkily.

Draco's head snapped up and his gray eyes flashed in anger and he snapped, "bout bloody time."

"So it is." Remus said with a chuckle.

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Harry had ignored the letters for three more days and it wasn't until he had gotten four in an hour that he decided to open them. He read the first one in confusion. Why was Bill writing to him? Not that he minded but he had never written him before. The letter didn't say much until the last line where he mentioned seeing Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid at St. Mungo's.

The next letter was from Hagrid but he made no mention of a trip to St. Mungo's, he just asked again to come and see him saying that he thought the nice climate would do his leg good. One letter was from Ron. His letter contained the same as his last one, giving him the update on Sally's pregnancy. He even went so far as to ask after John. His letter mentioned seeing Hagrid at St. Mungo's but on a different day than Bill's.

The next letter was from Pom and she just mentioned how much she missed him. She said that she had drafted a letter to the ones he had recommended and would be sending him a copy to proof read it if he would stating she wasn't sure if she had asked correctly. Harry grinned at that. Pom may have a great bedside manner and knew her stuff but she was still very…brisk…around new people. Her letter ended with the information that his last patient was recovering slowly and would be well in no time but had still not taken over his classes much to the Headmaster's regret.

His heart clenched at his first news of Draco since he had ran. Oh, yes, he had come to the conclusion that he ran, but he also knew that he had done what was best for both of them. He read the rest of the letters and all of them had at least one sentence where they had seen Hagrid at St. Mungo's. Harry was beginning to notice a trend here.

The last letter was from Hagrid himself and it stated, in his simple way, that he was going to be away for a while. He was sick and he needed to get help. Immediately, Harry felt ashamed. His first friend ever and he was too cowardly to help him when he knew he could. Quickly, he grabbed a pen and wrote that he would be there as soon as he could settle his affairs here and that he was sorry that he hadn't come back sooner to help.

It never once crossed his mind that Madam Pomfrey could heal Hagrid, he felt like it was his job to come and do it. But, deep down he was relieved for this excuse to go home more than he was willing to admit even to himself.

Within hours of sending Hedwig back to Hogwarts, he had gotten leave from work, told John he was heading back to England for an extended amount of time, made flight arrangements, and healed his broken arm.

For the first time in months he felt…well he felt unburdened. He was going home and that scared him but he was going to help a friend. He was determined to do all that he could to help Hagrid get better. And stay out of Draco's way in the process.

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Draco sat silently next to his Godfather. Severus had broken the news to him that Harry was on his way here. He didn't say anything else as he waited for him to absorb the long awaited news.

"Are we doing the right thing, Severus?" He asked hesitantly worry shining from his face.

"Too late for that question, isn't it Draco?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I-I just don't want him to get hurt." Draco said with a sigh.

"He's hurting now, Draco, as are you." Severus pointed out gently.

"I know." He whispered.

"It will turn out fine, Draco. Do not doubt 'The Plan'."

"No," Draco said sarcastically, "never doubt 'The Plan'. You do realize you're channeling that old fool, don't you?"

Severus grinned but said nothing. Draco snorted and shook his head.

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Harry was exhausted when he reached London, so, instead of heading straight to Hogwarts, he got a room at the Leaky Cauldron. He was so tired that he didn't see the frantic owl that Tom sent off and the almost gleeful look in the old man's eye. He barely made it to the bed before falling into an exhausted sleep unaware of the anxious man waiting for him at Hogwarts.

He woke up the next morning to a raging headache and an empty stomach. He glanced around in confusion before he remembered where he was. With a groan he got up, showered, and dressed before packing up his things and heading downstairs for something to eat before heading to Hogwarts.

"Morning Harry!" Tom called out as Harry entered the dining room. Harry smile his greeting before taking a chair at a table nearest the back. He sat with his back facing the wall so that he could see everything in the room. He shook his head at what he was doing but Moody's training was deeply instilled in him still.

"Coffee, tea, or me, Harry?" Tom asked as he walked over to him. Harry grinned at Tom. Tom knew what Harry drank and he always asked the same thing every time he was here. Maybe Harry shouldn't have gotten drunk here after graduation and told Tom he should ask all the lovely female patrons that. That had been his first and last foray into the land of alcohol consumption.

"Coffee, black and hot enough to boil an egg in two seconds flat." Tom said as he put the mug down in front of him. With a contented sigh Harry took a sip of the almost boiling liquid. Tom made the best coffee.

"Thanks, Tom, I missed your coffee."

"Why haven't you been in lately, Harry?"

"I live in the states now, Tom. I am here to see Hagrid, he is sick." Harry said quilt written all over his face for not coming sooner.

"You'll fix him up right, Harry. Don't be a stranger." Tom called as he went to take care of another customer. Harry sat and drank his coffee ignoring the whispers and glances thrown his way from the other patrons coming in.

Thankfully the Wizard world had left Harry along after his defeat of Voldemort. He was still a celebrity and The Boy Who Lived in the eyes of many but most left him alone. Knowing he was putting off the trip to Hogwarts, he got up slowly and made his way to the Diagon Alley entrance, stopping when the occasional person hailed him and talking to each in his soft, quiet, way.

Finally he sat in a compartment on the train. He stared out of the window, not seeing the scenery flashing by, going over and over in his head the ways he was going to try to stay away from Draco. He had a feeling that the other man would make that easy for him to do, after all, he hated Harry.

Knowing this was the last time he would be able to do this until he got home, he let the sad tears fall from his eyes. He tried to ignore the weight pressing down on his chest as his quiet sobs shook his body. He really didn't know how he was going to handle this. As the hours passed on the train his resolve to heal Hagrid quickly and get out of there grew and by the time the train pulled into the station he already had a few ideas of how to heal Hagrid. He took a deep breath and stepped from the train and he gazed at the outline of Hogwarts before gritting his teeth and sighing apperated to the gates.

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I have finally broken down and joined the ranks of the Veela writers and have started another story. I will not post it until I have a few more chapters written but I actually kinda like it. I have gotten permission from Frizzy or anything like that...should I ask? I don't know. Well, I guess as long as I don't steal her ideas it shouldn't be that big a deal right?

Here's the summary and a small overview; ya'll let me know what you think! I really, REALLY, didn't want to write a Veela story but this would not leave me alone.

Summary:

Draco Malfoy had known what was going to happen to him on his 18th birthday since he was 5 years old. But damn, even he hadn't expected this.

Overview:

Draco is a Veela (obviously). Harry will be his mate. Draco does not know who his mate is, just that it is a boy. When he finds out, there will be hell for the fates to pay. Is it the madness overtaking him or is it really and truly love?

Harry is indifferent. He knows what is going on but he just can't, or won't, care. He is too involved in training to stay alive. He is not clueless and he is going to be brilliant (just because I think a brilliant Harry is a sexy Harry) but it WILL NOT be in DADA, I was thinking more along the lines of Astronomy. He will be good in DADA because he really has no choice not too, BUT, it will not be his passion. He will just be an average wizard learning everything he can to survive. When he is finally forced to acknowledge events, what will his reactions be?

What happens when the Slytherins find out? The Gryffindors?

Also, I don't have a title yet, so if any of you have any suggestions based on what I have told you, please let me know. If someone suggests one that fits I will gladly use it and give them full credit.

So, what do you think? Do I have a shot at a decent story or should I stop right now?

Let me know!

Till next time...

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