For starters, I'd like to apologise for the long wait between chapters….. blame my vacation….

Anyways, here's a few details about the other two magical creatures in my fic : Vearas and Altharas. Some details may have changed since last time this fic was out because these fit better.

Veara – a creature with an incredibly fast evolution rate. It evolved to be similar to humans in almost every way. It only retained it's 'mane' of bright red fur and it's long claws, both of which can be retracted with a simple spell. Vearas were some of the Muggle world's first punks, and created the Mohawk when a few Veara decided to let out their true colours. Most Veara live like normal wizards – sometimes choosing even to live as muggles – and their true species is never found out. They rarely interbreed except with Veela or humans. More than half of the Veara population feel stronger attractions to the same sex than the opposite. For this reason, Veara have evolved so that males can bear children, and females can mate with each other. Veara have always coexisted with humans, and wizards have always known about them.

Althara – Althara have always perplexed wizards, as they have the unique ability to change colour at the sound of certain words. This happens because of the microscopic hypersensitive hairs covering the whole of the Althara's body. The hairs pick up certain vibrations and react very violently, changing from a light pinkish skin colour, to whatever colour the Althara's tribe is represented by. Altharas were discovered in the mid 1650's by a young wizard, by name of Alexander Altharatonis, exploring the Amazon rainforest, who was very shocked to find almost 1200 human-like creatures living in secret away from the rest of the world. He was also very shocked to find out that an Althara's way of greeting someone he/she had never met before was to mate with them. Needless to say Mr Altharatonis came back to England incredibly happy.

Altharas did not know English when first discovered, and so the certain tiny sound vibrations that set off an Althara's colour changing abilities were only found out after reading the entire dictionary to each and every one. Altharas also have the ability to hover in mid air for long periods of time, and have, since their discovery, adapted to shaking hands upon meeting someone new as apposed to jumping on top of them and ripping their clothes off. But Altharas rarely ever settle into relationships, as their animalistic need to mate with as many people as possible stops them from remaining faithful no matter how hard they try.

So yeah… on to the next chapter!

"Quite a performance Harry!" Ron, Hermione, Dean and Seamus were waiting up for him that night. Harry hadn't gone to his afternoon lessons. He had stayed with Draco by the lake all day. Now they were both up in the Gryffindor Common Room. Draco turned to leave, but was pulled backwards by Dean and Seamus. Harry watched amusedly as they yanked him inside and into a chair. "You're not going anywhere!" Seamus said, grinning. "It's MCH meeting night! And you're a Veela Mr 'I'm a pure blood wizard'!" Draco scowled at him.

"I am pure blood!"

"Yeah….sure…" Seamus made a coughing noise that sounded distinctly like 'liar'. Harry burst out laughing.

"Shut up Potter." Draco snapped.

"Aw relax will you?" Harry said, dropping down on the arm of the chair. "At least you're not in Slytherin all alone."

"No. I'm worse. I'm in the Gryffindor common room!" he turned to the other four in the room. "What the hell are they doing here!"

"Veara." Seamus said.

"Althara." Dean stated. There was Althara blood on his mother's side.

"We come for the cookies." Ron said, grinning. Hermione nodded. But Draco was still glaring at Dean.

"Althara huh?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh get over yourself Draco I was kidding." He said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I told Draco one of the Altharas was fucking hot. So now he's probably going to hate all of them." Dean grinned. He whispered something in Harry's ear and he blushed. "No. Never." He snapped, still blushing.

"What!" Draco demanded. The only word he'd heard sounded suspiciously like 'threesome'

"Uh…nothing…" Harry muttered, glaring at Dean.

There were 37 members of the MCH club. 19 Veara, 6 Althrara, 9 Veela, 2 half giants (Hagrid ((who wasn't present)) and a boy from Slytherin) and, of course, one Incandeche. Harry.

"Any new members?" asked Seamus. He was sitting amongst the other Veara, still adamant about not showing his Veara half, although he had uncoiled his claws for good measure.

"Zabini still won't admit he's an Althara. But I've got his number." Dean muttered. There was a strange glint in his eye. Like this was a real challenge to him.

"Zabini? Blaise Zabini?" Draco asked. "He is an Althara. Just say the word 'zealous' to him and he turns green!"

"Zealous huh? Thanks Malfoy! I'll use that one!"

"Yes Dean. That should be very exultant for you." Harry said, grinning as Dean turned silvery grey.

"HARRY!" the room erupted with laughter.

"And of course, Draco's a new member too." Harry said once the laughing had quietened down. He was now sitting on a chair with Draco sitting in his lap. One arm was around Draco's waist and the other was running circles over the back of the Slytherin's hand. They weren't the only pair in the room huddled close. A pair of Veela were near the fire wrapped in each other's arms and a Veara and Althara were making out in the corner.

"Oh yeah?" one of the Veara piped up. "And what exactly is your little love bunny Harry?" Draco glared at the boy, waves of pure hatred rolling off of him.

"He's a Veela." Harry said, ignoring the 'love bunny' thing."

"Heh, No wonder he's so hot eh!" Seamus said. Harry's grip around Draco tightened possessively. Draco noticed this and actually felt quite chuffed.

"What do you think we should do then? We have another two hours before curfew!" Dean said.

"How about Truth or Dare?" Ron asked. One of the Altharas snorted.

"No! That's a human game!" Ron looked affronted.

"You're discriminating against me because I'm human now!" he snapped at the Althara 6th year. Harry groaned.

"Why can't we play Aerial Darer?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE WINGS!"

"Neither do I!"

"But you can hover!"

"So! It's not my fault you're a stunted little human!" there was a crack of lightning followed by a huge light that erupted from the far side of the room. Harry was holding a lightning bolt firmly in one hand. Draco looked mildly concerned at how close he was to it. Somewhere in the back of the Slytherin's mind, he noted that over the three weeks he had been out of it, Harry had learned how to Bolt Throw.

"Now now Guys. We came here to get away from discrimination against our species right?" Harry asked.

"Right…" the Althara muttered.

"We'll play…Truth or Dare. But different. The rules are that whoever gets chosen will have to do a truth on their first go, and a Dare on their second. If they don't, then they have to do a forfeit dare, which will be a hundred times worse because it will be thought up by Draco." Draco smirked at this.

At the beginning, the game was slow and easy. They weren't feeling that confident, and the dares were simple, and the truths un-delving. But as more and more people got drunk from Firewisky, the game started to turn more intense.

"I pick you, Harry! And it's Truth time!" Ron was grinning merrily at him, holding his bottle of firewhisky up in the air. Harry nodded, absently stroking Draco's thigh. Draco rolled his eyes amusedly, noticing he was the only sober one in the room. "Who in this room…not including Malfoy of course…would you most like to go out with?" Harry frowned, thinking.

"Hmm…haven't really thought about it… Realmente non sto osservando..."

"Stop talking Italian mate…"

"Sorry…I'm not really looking. I guess it would be…Vianna." Vianna was a 6th year Veela with amazingly bright blue eyes and golden hair. She looked up surprisedly.

"Got a thing for Veelas do ya?" Dean asked, grinning.

"Yup." Harry said. Draco rolled his eyes. "'Specially blonde ones…" half of the Veelas looked up, throwing back their long blonde hair and smiling at Harry. Draco glared at them.

"I thought you were gay?" Ron asked.

"Nope…" Harry shook his head. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Well what the hell are you doing?" he asked, pointing to Harry's hand, which was still tracing lazy circles over Draco's thigh.

"Yes Harry. What are you doing if you're not gay?" Draco asked, giving him a fake angry look. Harry blinked.

"Hmm…you know… I don't know…" Harry looked up at the ceiling in a drunken state of thought. "I never thought I was gay….and I don't fancy any other boys…"

"Uh oh…Harry's having sexuality issues people!" everyone laughed. Except Draco.

"Maybe I'm…a little bit gay… like...1 gay…" Harry muttered. "Ma non penso che importi…"

"Italian mate…" Ron muttered.

"Sorry. Wanna start the game again?"

"Sure!"

"Ok, Dean, it's your turn to do a dare."

"Ok." Harry took a deep breath in, contemplating.

"Say you hate football and that quidditch is the best game in the entire world, and that football doesn't even come close to it." Dean's eyes widened.

"No way!"

"That's the dare. Or do you want one from Draco here instead?" Dean glanced at Draco warily.

"Fine! But I'll get you for this Harry! Ihatefootballandquidditchisthebestgameintheworldandfootballdoesntevencomeclose!" Harry smirked. "Bastard." Dean muttered.

"Don't insult me….it's not very exultant." Dean turned silver.

"STOP THAT!" he yelled. Harry laughed, along with everyone else. "I am so getting you back for that! Harry its dare time for you now!"

"Fine." Harry said, grinning.

"And if you don't do this, then you're a chicken."

"Ok."

"Make out with Seamus. For 5 minutes straight." The grin was wiped off Harry's face in a second. "Let's see how gay you really are." Dean said, smirking. "You should never mess with a football fan." Harry glanced at Draco, who gave him a 'don't you fucking dare' look. "Remember, you're a chicken if you don't do it!" Harry sighed. He got up, walked swiftly over to Seamus and sat in his lap. Seamus looked like Christmas had come early.

"Harry don't you dare!" Draco snapped. But Harry just muttered.

"Someone start timing." Before closing the distance between himself and Seamus in a light kiss.

Before long, the light kiss grew into a full make out. Draco watched with an appalled look on his face as Seamus wrapped his arms around Harry and opened his mouth to let Harry's tongue explore. Harry let his hands roam around Seamus's back, thinking of Draco. He imagined it was Draco he was kissing, with his smooth lips and silky hair that just longed to be touched. He ran his hands through Seamus's hair and found it wasn't as silky as Draco's. He groaned in frustration and deepened the kiss even more, trying to bring it to the intensity that he wanted to kiss Draco at. His aura surrounded them both, bright purple sparks flying off in all directions.

Draco was seething. He had never ever remembered being this angry before. His breathing started to get faster. His vision turned red.

"Hey look at Malfoy!" someone yelled. But Draco hardly heard them. All that mattered was getting Harry off of Seamus! He lunged at them, and shrieked in anger as he was grabbed and held back.

Harry jolted at the outburst, pulling away from Seamus and looking around at Draco. Only it wasn't really Draco anymore. Long scaly wings were starting to open up from his back, and his nails were elongating to sharp claws. His eyes were red and furious, and had a mad glint to them that Harry had never seen before. He suddenly took a swipe at the people holding him back, tearing skin to pieces.

"Draco!" Harry cried in shock. Draco glared, lunging at Harry. Harry had just enough time to think 'oh shit' before Draco brought his long talons down on Harry's chest. Harry doubled back in pain, deep slashes covered his chest. Everyone was running for their lives now. Draco has throwing fire at random people and advancing on Seamus. 'I have to get him away from all these people.' Harry thought. He lunged at Draco, stretching out his wings to give him enough force to drive them both backwards and out of the partially open window. Draco snarled at this interruption, bringing his claws up and across Harry's face. Harry winced as white hot pain coursed through him, but he didn't move.

"I wont fight you Draco." He muttered. Draco growled, taking another swipe at him. He hit him just below his ribs. Harry doubled over in pain. "D..Draco…" Draco charged at him, tearing open Harry's left wing. Harry nearly screamed in pain. It was blinding him, taking over all of his senses. Somewhere in the back if his mind he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep himself in the air with such a damaged wing. "I…I love you Draco…" he choked out before the darkness snaked into his vision and he felt himself falling.