Harry woke the next morning feeling very bright and cheerful. He had a huge smile on his face as he almost skipped down the stairs into the common room to greet Hermione.
"Good morning, Hermit!" Harry called to her, hugging her.
"Morning, Harry, you're quite chipper this morning." Hermione said, smiling slightly. "What has you in such a bright mood?"
"Wha' time d'you gerrin s'mornin?" Ron demanded of Harry whilst yawning and struggling to get his words out through his tiredness.
"I don't know, it was late. You didn't wait for me did you?" Harry asked.
"Yes, we did." Seamus snapped glaring as he passed Ron on the stairs. "Ron and the others fell asleep before you got back but I know that it was nigh on two in the morning by the time you dressed for bed."
"Why are you so upset?" Harry asked. He was feeling a little bit sheepish because he knew that not only had he upset a Dominant with staying out past curfew but he had upset his friends and one friend he counted as an older brother who, by his Veela nature, he felt he should be obedient to.
"We were worried!" Seamus snapped again, "He could have done anything to you, you can't trust him."
"By his nature as a Light Veela I can trust him." Harry countered him. "What are you so afraid of him doing to me?"
"Betraying your trust and defiling you." Seamus admitted. "Ostendo sum insontis."
Harry outstretched his arms and stared at the now familiar white glow. "He would not do that to me. Finite Incantatem, I do trust him, there is no need for you all to worry, except maybe you, Seamus, for obvious reasons."
Seamus walked over to Harry and drew him into a hug. "As I've said; Fae are petty and easily angered."
Harry hugged Seamus back and smiled. "I have a question. That Blaise Zabini character, what is he?"
"He is a dominant male Vampire. They too can be quite petty. They live in fairly strict hierarchies and are closer knit than the Fae, Veela and Elves. They have extraordinarily powerful mind magics and have a natural Allure that is more powerful than that of Veela, Elves or Fae which is why you must have felt so conflicted yesterday when he made a fuss of you." Seamus explained.
Harry nodded. "Draco seemed annoyed. Zabini is a Slytherin, isn't he? Then he and Draco must be very well acquainted, if not friends. Would the whole chase-a-Mate thing put a strain on their friendship?"
"Yes and no," Seamus answered, "Just before the Season they will be agitated with one another because they are a Threat, during the Season they will attempt to knock out, main or kill one another but after it's all over thing will cool off eventually."
"I don't want to be unfair to people. I mean, Draco holds my favour, but I think I ought to give you, Blaise and Theodore, if he is interested though in truth he has not shown any interest, a fair chance."
"Great," Seamus beamed, "I'll walk you down to breakfast."
Harry smiled and started down the long walk to the Great Hall conversing about trivial things such as events over the summer and family members.
"Well I ought to go and sit with Dean before he starts nagging me." Seamus muttered.
Harry laughed and hugged the Fae. "I know the feeling. Hermione and Ron are like the older brother and sister that I've never had but they can get protective sometimes and I swear sometimes I think they're going to turn around and shout 'You're grounded!' or put me over their knee or something."
Seamus laughed and hugged the Dark Veela close again, burying his head in Harry's thick black hair. "If we do become Mates then I might just spank you as a punishment should you be bad, if we don't become Mates then I'd love to see you get spanked none the less."
Harry gasped and blushed, "You're so crude, Seamus." He giggled, smacking the Fae playfully on the arm.
Harry walked away from the Fae and settled down onto the bench beside Ginny, waiting for his other friends to come in. He felt uncomfortable in his uniform because it was stiff and new but he knew he'd have to wait a while because spells to break the material in usually made it go threadbare.
"Seamus was alright with you, wasn't he?" Hermione asked as she sat down.
"Yeah, he was fine, if a bit rude, but it made me laugh." Harry said, smiling as he picked out a crepe from the food around him. "What I wouldn't give for Pringles."
"Pringles? What are they?" Neville asked.
"They're really good crisps. Crisps are, or were, potatoes what have been cut up into slices thinner than parchment and flavoured." Hermione asked. "What is your favourite flavour?"
"Sour cream and onion." Harry answered, "It's a lovely mild taste and it's so addictive."
Hermione smiled and nodded. She looked up curiously as the Headmaster approached, looking far too benign in her opinion, she just knew he was up to something that would not work in their favour.
"Harry, when you have finished breakfast, might I have a word?" Albus asked, stealing some toast from Dean's plate, much to Dean's disgust.
"Of course, sir, as long as it wouldn't be too much trouble for you to write me a note to Professor Slughorn informing him why I'm late and perhaps let him know beforehand?" Harry asked.
"Of course, Harry, that won't be a problem."
"Thank you, sir, is it okay if I came now? I've finished eating."
"Certainly, do follow me." He walked steadily alongside Harry as they left the Great Hall.
Ron watched as his best friend walked away and turned to Hermione with a sour expression on his face. "I don't like this." He said quietly.
"Don't like what?" Hermione asked quizzically.
"This thing between Harry and the Slytherins. He's much better off with Seamus; Seamus is a Gryffindor, a good guy, a friend. The Slytherins have tormented us all through school and now Harry is just going to let all that go and fall at their feet! I don't like it."
"He can't help it, Ron," Hermione reasoned, "It's in his nature and there's nothing he can do about it. It is also Seamus' nature to be angered over trivial things and punish their Mates for it. Seamus could really destroy Harry, at least with Draco he'll be looked after and Draco has made an effort this term."
"It doesn't change the past." Ron protested.
"No, it doesn't, but why should the past govern the future when there have been such drastic changes in the infrastructure between Slytherins and Gryffindors."
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Harry sat down in the Headmaster's office and ran his hand through Fawkes' soft and warm red feathers. Harry picked out a Sherbet Lemon from the dish on the table and smiled softly as the ancient Phoenix took the proffered sweet from his hand and gulped it down in one go.
"Did you enjoy your summer, Harry?" Albus asked the teen, smiling sagely at him.
"Yes, sir, it was the greatest time of my life." Harry answered honestly. "How was your summer, sir?"
"Oh it was quite productive, very fruitful indeed. But I am glad to be back; I do love this school and enjoy teaching so much." Albus replied.
"Sir, if it is alright for me to ask, why don't you teach classes? You could start a special class in mind magics like Occlumency or something, then you would be able to do something you enjoy and many students would benefit from it."
Albus looked surprised and thoughtful for a moment before falling back behind his customary benign smile. "That is a fantastic idea, Harry, which I might just make use of depending on how busy this school year will prove to be, of course."
Harry smiled in response and fed Fawkes another Sherbet Lemon whilst continuing to fuss the attention-adoring old bird.
"Now, down to business, my dear boy. I am aware of your recent development, which I would like to take the time to congratulate you for now: congratulations. I am told you have dropped out of Quidditch which, I must say, was very wise of you, well done. I am most sure that you, your Godfather Sirius Black and your Honorary Godfather Remus Lupin have attempted to prepare for the up and coming Mating Season, now I just wish to talk to you about the particulars.
"Now, firstly, do you know precisely what will happen during Mating Season?"
"Not precisely," Harry admitted, "It is individual to every magical creature. I am aware that the dominant males will be Displaying for a while, and then when Mating Season begins they will increase the effort and intensity of or into their escapades to woo me or gain my favour and we will all be running mostly on instinct. Soon the dominant males will start attacking each other in little skirmishes and as Mating Season progresses an all out war will begin. The victor will then proceed to bed me, which will create the Mating Bond between us and is irreversible."
"Do you know of the courting?" Albus asked
"The present Dominant Magical Creatures will court me as a way of gaining my favour. They will be very kind to me, give me gifts, be civil to my friends and family even if they dislike them and they will pay me a lot of attention."
"Very good, Harry. You are aware, are you not, that if the victor is one who is not to your taste that you may resist him? No? Well then, let us take, for example, Mister Draco Malfoy; he has bullied you and your friends during your time at Hogwarts, he is a suspected junior Death Eater and his family are rumoured to be huge supporters of Voldemort. Draco is not your ideal Mate so, when the time comes, if he is the victor and attempts to conquer you; you are well within your rights to fight him."
"With all due respect, sir," Harry spat coldly, "Draco has changed over the summer, I incurred his wrath upon myself in the first place and those unfounded accusations regarding himself, his family and the dark lord are nothing short of below the belt, sickening and they make me embarrassed to associate with you. The Malfoys may be sharp-edged but they have done nothing to deserve your contempt."
With that said Harry rose elegantly and gracefully from his seat and strode out of the oval office in a storm of billowing robes towards the dungeons for Potions.
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Draco was sat at the back of the Potions classroom on his own. He had been brooding since he had seen Harry with Seamus Finnegan at breakfast that morning. He had opted to sit alone, not that Blaise, Theodore and Pansy were good company right now anyway, but still.
He, along with the rest of the class, looked up as the classroom door to the Potions room opened and in walked Harry Potter; eyes ablaze, cheeks slightly flushed in anger and jaw set in firm determination.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor, I was with the Headmaster but I left before he could give me a note." Harry said. He noticed that Theodore Nott had seated himself beside Hermione and that the only spaces left were beside Draco at the back of the class.
Professor Slughorn nodded, "Take a seat please, Mister Potter, and see me after class."
Harry calmed himself and walked to the empty seat beside Draco. He sat down and took quick stock of what was on the board; instructions to the Wolfsbane Potion. Harry almost giggled, Sirius had made sure that Harry could literally do this with his eyes closed; this class was going to be a piece of toast.
"Are you okay? You look like you're sitting under a cloud there." Harry said, now calm, to Draco who had yet to say anything.
"I'm fine. Chop these."
"You don't chop the Barmavella Roots, Draco, you crush them. It has something to do with squeezing the life and moisture out of the roots before adding them to the Potion, which should cut brewing time down by about two minutes."
"How do you know that?"
"I've been practising and perfecting this particular Potion with Sirius and Remus for obvious reasons all summer." Harry answered. "What sharp thing has wormed its way into your bum hole anyway?"
"Finnegan. You with him."
"Well, he is my friend, Draco, but if you're desperately worried then I shall tell you that you're still in my favour."
Harry refrained from giggling as Draco visibly relaxed.
"You were pretty stormy when you came in yourself, what happened?" Draco asked, reaching around Harry for the cutting knife, purposefully breathing his hot breath on the Dark Veela's neck.
"Dumbledore wanted a talk about the Mating Season. He almost told me to resist you, should you turn out the victor. Then he made slanderous accusations towards you and your family so I had a go at him and stormed out." Harry shrugged. "No one does that to my favoured one and gets away with it."
Draco smirked and rubbed the Dark Veela's back soothingly. "You tell them, baby." He purred. He stirred the potion one last time and sat down, pulling Harry into his lap.
Harry leaned back onto Draco's torso and sighed happily as Draco began running his fingers through his, Harry's, hair. His sigh turned into a contented purr as the ministrations sent cool shivers down his neck and spine.
"Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy, what is the meaning of this behaviour? Stop this public display of affection at once and return to your work!" Horace Slughorn's voice snapped.
"Are you aware, Professor," Draco began, voice calm, slow and sensual, "That Harry and I have some very interesting things we have Inherited? No? Well, sir, let me tell you now that any attempt you or any other makes to sabotage our affection for one another will cause you or the other to come under much strain and grievance from the Protection for Magical Creatures' Rights Act, Clause Three Section A, I. Have I made myself perfectly clear?"
"Is that a threat Mister Malfoy?" Slughorn snarled.
Draco smirked and lazily ran his hand through Harry's hair once more eliciting a louder purr an octave higher than before, before turning to his teacher and staring him straight in the eye, "If you wish to interpret it that way, I prefer to call it a firm, unyielding and resolute promise."
Professor Slughorn bristled and stormed over to his desk. "Thirty points from Slytherin and ten points from Gryffindor. Class Dismissed! Harry, you're to stay behind, if you remember."
'Wait for me' Harry mouthed to Draco as he picked up his bag and made his way to the desk at the front of the room. "Sir?"
"Why were you late, Harry?"
"I was at the Headmaster's office, sir; we went about half way through breakfast. I left without the note." Harry answered.
"Take a seat, Harry." The Potions Professor said, gesturing to the rickety wooden chair beside him.
Harry sat down, immediately ill at ease with his new position. The chair was unstable, which was enough to set Harry on edge, and was very low, causing Harry to have to look upwards to meet the Professor's gaze. Harry was very uncomfortable in his diminutive place, he felt vulnerable and very aware of the power this man held in his body.
"Did you know I taught here twenty years ago Harry?"
"I knew you taught before, sir." Harry nodded.
"I taught your parents, Harry. I can really see your mother in you. Now your father, I never had much time for because he had no passion in his life aside from practical jokes. But your mother, there was a fiery, passionate and lively individual. She had a flare for Potions, Harry, one I'm sure you've inherited. She also had a fair amount of cheek which I noticed in your antics in class today. Whilst I enjoy seeing Lily in you, I don't want this cheek to be used against me in some way, is that clear?"
"I can't help it, sir. I- don't take this the wrong way, but, I don't expect you to fully understand. I really can't help it." Harry said morosely.
"I understand what it is like to come under the Allure of a Veela, Harry, there are certain defences you can have prepared in a Potions vial which helps us average humans to withstand their charms." The Professor scoffed.
"Oh, no sir, you misinterpreted me." Harry protested. "I am a Veela too… a Dark Veela. It's close to Mating Season and Draco is in my favour so… yeah…" Harry trailed off, having taken to looking at the floor.
"I don't understand the customs of the Veela. Are you hinting that you are trying to seduce Mister Malfoy into bedding you when Mating Season begins?"
"No!" Harry cried, outraged, "Certainly not. Professor, I have to go, I don't want to be late to my next class. Perhaps you might want to do some reading on the subject?"
"Certainly! I shall immerse myself in some books that Albus recommends and then, if you would like to meet up with me Friday night after next at eight for a discussion, it will be all settled. Off you go then, Mister Potter."
Harry all but ran from the room straight into an anxious Draco.
"Harry! What's wrong? I heard you cry out and I thought he might be hurting you!" Draco said, holding Harry at arms length whilst he looked the smaller young man over.
"I'm all right, Draco, it's just something he said to me that shocked me. What lesson do we have next?" Harry asked.
"Defence Against the Dark Arts with Severus. Don't worry about him, Harry, I'll just explain to him about why we're late."
Harry frowned and looked sceptical but he refrained from commenting. He wound his arm into Draco's and smiled slightly at him as the Light Veela led the way to the Defence classroom.
Draco burst arrogantly through the door into the Defence classroom with his little Boy Wonder in tow.
"Sorry we're late, Professor, the Potions Professor kept Harry behind and I waited for him."
Severus' glare was dripping venom as he maliciously eyed his boisterous Godson clinging to the arm of the Potter boy whose face was downcast, shielding the blush that Severus knew would be there.
"Sit." He bit out sharply.
Draco smirked and tugged Harry towards an empty table at the rear of the classroom. They sat down and loosened their wands from their pockets and the drawstrings of their bags.
"As I was saying," Severus drawled, with a pointed look at his Godson and the Potter brat. "We are to learn of Magical Creatures and Mating Seasons this term because of certain developments with some of your fellow year-mates. We will be covering every Magical Creatures Mating habits from Werewolves, the Vampires to Veela and Nymphs. Take out your text books and turn to page eight hundred and twenty two."
The sounds of books thumping onto wooden table tops and pages cracking and hissing as they were turned and flicked through filled the classroom as the class prepared themselves for a long, gruelling theory lesson.
"We will begin with Vampires." Severus said in a clipped tone. "Mister Zabini, stand, if you please."
Blaise stood up and frowned slightly at the Head of the Slytherin House.
"Blaise Zabini is a full blooded Vampire who came into his Inheritance this year."
Several ignorant students nearby the Vampire shrieked in fear and disgust and flung themselves away from the dark adolescent. Many whispers broke out around the young Vampire who had to mentally restrain himself from lashing out at them all.
"He is unlike many other Vampires as he was born one and not Turned. All of those mortals who are Turned become nothing more than pitiful slaves, minions with no existence beyond blood and their master's bidding. As well as that, Mister Zabini does not need to Feed on blood every four nights to stay alive, nor does he have any reason to fear sunlight or fire. A Vampyric minion will age to the point of dust within minutes if he or she is caught in the sunlight. A minion's body will cease functioning if it does not Feed once every four days and it's body will slowly deteriorate whereas, one such as Blaise need only feed under a red moon. Finally, fire will kill a minion but I believe you will find that Mister Zabini is very, very resistant to its destructiveness.
"You will also notice that Mister Zabini has very elongated fingernails which cannot be filed, cut, snapped or in any way broken or damaged. They will cease to grow when they reach approximately three inches above the point of his finger. His Vampyric Canine teeth are sheathed and unsheathed at will by Mister Zabini or in a loss of control due to anger, bloodlust or hate. One more thing you need to know is that, like almost every other Magical Creature, Vampires are drawn to submissive and innocent creatures. They do not have one Mate, they have many. When Mating Season begins a Vampire will seek out a Potential Mate and fight their way to said Submissive and then, due to the dominant and potentially threatening nature of the Vampires during this time, bed the Submissive whether said Submissive is willing or not."
"You don't mince your words, do you, sir?" Blaise scowled. "Fortunately, for the only Submissive creature in our year, I will be able to use my Allure to, in a way, hypnotise the Submissive so that he will give himself to me without complaint. It is similar to the Imperious Unforgivable curse but natural, not really dark."
Harry bit his lip; he was quite attracted to Blaise and was willing to give him a fair shot but he had no intention of becoming part of Blaise's harem and he was somewhat averse to having this Allure influence him so.
"Blaise, is it possible to fight your Allure in similar ways to Legilimency and the Imperious curse?" Harry asked.
"I don't know." Blaise answered truthfully. "Professor?"
"It is, but only one in six are able to do it."
Harry frowned and looked at his clasped hands on the desk. He knew that Draco was probably peering at him questioningly in concern but he couldn't bring himself to meet the Light Veela male's gaze just yet. He could fight the Imperious curse off well, that much he knew, but would it be the same process when fighting off Blaise's Allure? He had already been victim to it once, and if not for his favoured's presence and Theodore Nott's interference then he may have succumbed to it and thrown away his virtue. Harry bit his lip; he needed help.
"Professor, are there any laws protecting Magical Creatures from the repercussions of certain acts when they are going to Claim a Potential Mate?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Magical Creatures are under the jurisdiction of a baser, carnal instinct during this time and it is because of this instinct that they can lose control and become over-zealous in their acts, which grants them a pardon from the Ministry as they are not in control." Severus answered.
"Sir, what if once were to interfere with a Claiming?" Harry asked.
"Only close family, such as parents or surrogate parents if the surrogates are Magical Creatures themselves, are allowed to intervene. Naturally, other Creatures in the running may also, but no ordinary mortal may stop a submissive from being Claimed by a dominant."
Harry nodded and pondered his situation. He needed to write to Sirius and Remus. Sirius' Nymph blood was strong enough inside him that he had an Allure that affected Remus and caused for the Mating, surely that would help him bypass the restriction there was upon mortals to stop Blaise from Claiming him.
"Part one of your homework will be a two foot essay on the basics of Vampires. I shall get to part two soon." Severus snapped, watching lordly over the students as they wrote down the instructions. "Be seated, Mister Zabini. Potter, Mister Nott and Mister Malfoy; stand please."
Harry and the other two Veela rose to their feet. Harry unknowingly took a half-shuffle in Draco's direction when the eyes of most of his peers turned to settle on him, which made him uneasy. He was extremely grateful of Draco's arm which had come to rest on Harry's hip.
"These three gentlemen are Veela. Potter is a Dark Veela whilst Mister Nott and Mister Malfoy are Light Veela. Being a Dark Veela means that Potter is naturally submissive, subservient and physically feminine. Being Light Veela makes Mister Nott and Mister Malfoy possessive, more broad shouldered and more… competitively territorial. You will find that any touching or wistful glances in the direction of Potter will spark off jealousy in Nott and Malfoy and any manhandling of Potter will incur their wrath. This is also true of Zabini, though not to that extent.
"Very few Magical Creatures Mate once and for life, Veela are of those few. You will never see a Light Veela male or Dark Veela male in the company of a female Veela. They detest one another and the female Veela are known to avoid Light Veela males and attack Dark Veela males. There is no such thing as a Dark Veela female. There is also no such thing as a half-Veela – one either develops the trait or one does not. Any Magical Inheritance more than makes up for Muggle blood; Mister Potter is now not only a Pureblood in the eyes of the narrow-minded, but he is counted above that; he has, just like Mister Malfoy and Mister Zabini and Mister Nott, what is called 'equitatus cruor', which translates to Cavalier Blood or Superior Blood.
"Dark Veela are, essentially, the girls of the male string of the Veela race. They are capable of becoming pregnant and carrying a child to term, though it is not documented precisely how a Dark Veela gives birth as their Mates, whether Veela or not, are overcome by a scent that the Dark Veela will give off at that time which makes their dominant Mate wish to hide them away and protect them, which stays until the child is at the very least eighteen months old and begins around a week before the labour."
"Sir, is there anything you can tell us about the birthing process?" Hermione asked.
"Only that the Dark Veela and their Mates are notoriously secretive about it," Severus scowled, "And that a Dark Veela is likely to cocoon himself in his element throughout the process and will only allow their Mate near as long as their Mate does not touch them or the baby the day before the birth and for three or so days after."
Harry quickly scribbled that down in his list of things-to-tell-my-Godfathers.
"Professor, if the Dark Veela was particularly level-headed and extremely close to someone who might wish to document it, do you think that person would be allowed to witness the birth?" Harry asked.
Severus sat back in his chair for a moment and furrowed his brows. "I seriously doubt it. I would say that, if you were at that particular stage, you would be running off a baser instinct and would try to kill a researcher, maybe myself in this scenario, if I were to come within ten feet of your little… warren that your dominant Mate would build for you when you are about to birth."
"Thank you, sir." Harry said as he scribbled more information down whilst chewing on his hair in worry.
"Now, onto the physical aspects of the Veela." Severus said. "Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy, would you both remove your outer robes and shirts, please."
Harry stared at the Potions Master in shock before lifting his hands to fumble with the clasps and button-holds of his robe. He followed Draco's example and set his robe down, neatly folded of course, on his chair and then began with his shirt. When he was finally out of his above-waist clothing he turned back to the rest of the class.
Draco was enthralled. Harry's skin was picture perfect. There were no scars, despite Harry's past run-ins with the Hospital Wing; the skin itself was like a masterpiece sculptured out of alabaster marble aside from the cerise pink nipples that were slightly peaked due to the cold air of the classroom. Harry had a slender figure with small muscles here and there most likely developed from Quidditch. Draco's pink tongue shot out to wet his lips that had dried during the assessment of the smaller body beside him that the Light Veela just knew would fit perfectly against his own. Draco himself was slightly tanned with broader shoulders and a broader chest area with larger muscles. His stomach was graced with the beginnings of a six pack and the just-visible fine line of hair that lead directly into his trousers.
"As you can see; Potter has a softer figure that is slightly hour-glass shaped. His hands will be womanly with long slender fingers; his legs will be slender also and will appeal more to the males of this classroom than the females. Mister Malfoy has a broader expanse of chest area and broader shoulders with more prominent muscles, but drool not you petulant peasantry girls, I assure you that Mister Malfoy has eyes only for Potter at this moment. Ah, my assumptions are proved correct, if you will follow Mister Malfoy's line of sight then you shall rest on Potter's chest and abdominal area." Severus drawled.
Harry blushed slightly and brought up his arms to try and cover his body. He scowled at Draco, though the ferocity of it was lost when he looked in Draco's eyes dancing with amusement.
"Turn around, please, gentlemen."
The two Veela turned.
"I doubt you can make out Potter's miniscule wings, they are barely three centimetres long. Don't try to look, Potter, you won't be able to see them. Potter's are smaller because he only recently came into his Inheritance. When the wings get to be around the length of his arm they will then increase greatly in growth speed until they get to their full size, which, in Mister Potter's case will be around six inches over his overall height, so around five feet ten inches.
"Unfortunately for Mister Potter, he will not grow anymore now that he has reached his Inheritance." Severus paused at Harry's despondent groan and smirked as the Dark Veela's shoulders fell. "This is not because Potter's parents were short, which they were not I assure you, this is because coming into his Inheritance will have stopped his growth completely. Mister Potter is not this short at this point because of his genes, however, as I distinctly remember Potter senior being at least five nine and Lilly Potter nee Evans was around five seven. I can only assume Potter is this short because of his own endeavours."
Harry scowled. The Dursley's starving him to the point of gross malnutrition was hardly his own endeavour.
Draco did not miss the cheap shot at Harry and he had heard the rumours about Potter's muggle family. In a bid to protect the Dark Veela he stepped behind Harry, therefore blocking the view of the scathing Potions Master and the rest of the class, and wrapped his arms around Harry whilst leaning forward over the dark haired boy to breathe in his scent from his hair.
Harry sighed in bliss and leaned back into Draco's embrace, uncaring and unaware as to the annoyed, disgusted, knowing and simpering looks of his peers.
"And there is a display of a Dominant Veela protecting a Submissive Veela." Severus said in fake joy. "Now, you will find that there are no dominant female Veela, they are all submissive, though easily angered and if pushed far enough, rebellious and aggressive. I trust some of you remember the Bulgaria versus Ireland match two years ago?"
Excited whispers erupted throughout the classroom, either about the game, the Death Eaters and chaos that followed, or the following events where Viktor Krum was a guest in their school.
"Silence!" Severus snapped. "Four feet of parchment in an essay about both male and female Veela to be on my desk by Thursday evening as well as the Vampire essay! Class dismissed!"
Harry and Draco hurriedly shrugged on their clothing and adjusted their Glamours on their wings before following some way behind their classmates towards the grounds near Hagrid's hut.
"Ah 'n' here er our two stragglers." Hagrid beamed. "T'day, class, we'll be looking a' Pegasi. Now gather 'round, I assure you they don' bite!"
Harry sent Draco a worried look and instinctively remained half a step behind the Dominant as they approached the Pegasi, happy and ready to be protected in an instant by the Light Veela should anything terrible happen.
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Warnings: Submissive!Harry, Veela!Harry, Veela!Draco, Vampire!Snape, Good!Lucius, Meanie!Seamus, Slash, Het, SiriusxRemus, DracoxHarry, one-sided BlaisexHarry, one-sided SeamusxHarry, TheodorexHermione later on, MPreg much later on. May be more warnings to come.
I have been made aware by Bloodinwater and had it confirmed by Marikili68 that my French in my title is a little off but I am not going to change it, I'm just going to adapt my original idea. Thank you all.
As Joey was an anonymous reviewer, I hope no one will mind my replying to him here as he/she raised some very valid points. Joey; as to Harry not getting his own room, all will be revealed in a later chapter, do not worry. Yes, I know they wouldn't be allowed to just fly out of the window but who was there that would have stopped them? He, Harry, doesn't have to tell Minerva, it's his secret to reveal at his own discretion, no? Add to that, that Harry believes she will find out anyway, then there is no need to say it. Thank you for your thorough and thought provoking review, it was very refreshing.