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A/N: I'm using the veela theme here, I know it's kind of common and if I have used a storyline that belongs to someone else, it is purely by accident. Except the veela theme, that is.
Also, this is a slash fic, Harry and Draco slash. If you don't like, don't read. Thanks. To everyone else out there... read and review!! Thanks.
Title: Smells Like A Teen Spirit
Summary: Draco's a rare blood- half veela, half elf. And Harry's his mate. Now all Draco has to do is seduce Harry. Right? Well... It's not that simple after all, as Draco soon finds out. Read & Review!!
A/N: Thanks for reviewing... I'm sorry I took so long to update, a lot's been happening and it's been really crazy. I hope this chapter's good enough to compensate for the long wait though. And I realize that it'll take forever for me to reply each and every review, but I'll try anyway. I'll address the ones that I think are more important first, 'cos they address issues that affect the storyline. Thanks for all the reviews again! Continue reviewing!!
Okay enjoy!!
Manx: I totally forgot about the age thing. I just thought 17 would be a good time for the slashy stuff... and the magazine cover was part of the plot to get Draco to realize that he was falling for Harry. But now that you've brought it up, I think that Sirius's death is kinda old news too, with it being one year ago. I'll try to focus less on his death then and try to fit it into the plot somehow. Thanks for pointing that out...
A Dark/Light 99: Well... Harry tasted of chocolate and mint. But he smells of cinnamon and vanilla. I'm trying to make it specific so that Draco will only be sure Harry's his mate after he kisses him again. If that makes sense? :S Oh well... Hope that clears things up!
Angel of the Carpathians/ Ja. Angel Sere: Hey... Yeah I agree with you on that point about the elfin veela only being happy with the person they see in their dreams and vice versa for their mate. And I think it'll really help if I have a beta! Email me? I don't know how this beta thing works, it's my first fic...
HogwartsSaiyajin: Thanks! And yes I'll work on the dialogue!
Brennend: There aren't qualifications for an elfin veela... I think I explained the whole thing in the first and second chapter but in case it isn't clear enough, Hermione's going to be doing some research soon, so I think I'll use that to explain... and the whole language thing that Draco uses towards his parents- well, I was kind of tired of the whole Lucius Malfoy as evil crony thing so I wanted to make them the good guys, sort of. Draco's supposed to be on... well, informal terms with them, I suppose. That's the effect I was looking for, anyway...
Kairi999: Yeah well I wanna be an elfin veela too!! Haha... They're just so hot aren't they. (",) Don't worry, it is going to be hard for Draco to seduce Harry. muahahaha!
Morena EvensongHmmm. Yeah, it would be really cool for Draco to seduce Dumbledore or something, eh? hint. Hehe..
To everyone else who reviewed: Thanks guys. Everytime I get stuck thinking of a plot or just don't feel like writing, I think of you guys and then I get this inspiration to write... (",) Continue reviewing!! I'll write more replies the next time round, I'd just like to get this chapter done first! I'm itching to write... And to those who've got me on their favourite authors/ author alert lists, thank you! I get a taste of fame! Haha... Ok I hope I make it worth the wait!
Warning: More sexual content in this chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you...
Chapter Four: Lust Magnet
Harry felt a familiar warmth spread through him as he sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, waiting for the Great Feast to begin. He looked around him and smiled at the familiar faces around him, then frowned slightly. Everyone looked different, somehow. They'd all grown. It seemed Ron was right. Puberty had hit them. And they all looked that better for it, he realized, grinning.
"Hey, Harry! What's the Golden Boy so happy about?" Dean clapped him on his back.
"Nothing, just happy to be back." Harry smiled awkwardly as Dean's eyes traveled up and down his body. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was wearing a really tight shirt and jeans; the Dursleys hadn't given him any clothes that year and he was wearing clothes that he'd outgrown a long time ago. And the way Dean was scrutinizing his body was making him feel very uncomfortable.
"Wow, Harry! What happened to you over the summer?" Dean exclaimed, sinking down to the seat beside Harry. Harry stared at him blankly. Dean sighed.
"Figures. He's transformed into boy wonder overnight and he doesn't even know it. Typical Harry behaviour," Seamus piped up from beside Dean.
Harry stared as Dean snickered.
"He means you're hotter, Harry," Lavender suddenly giggled from the other end of the Gryffindor table. Harry frowned. He wasn't sure how Lavender had entered the conversation, but he wasn't very excited about it either.
Lavender leaned in, her low neckline sinking even lower to reveal a newly- acquired bustline.
"He means you're MUCH hotter," she breathed, winking at Harry. Harry stared. Dean kicked him under the table. He gave her a weak smile and she grinned before turning back to her conversation with Pavarti Patil.
Seamus winked roguishly. "Looks like you got yourself a babe already," he smirked. Beside him, Ron grinned at Harry too. Hermione had a disapproving look on her face.
Harry somehow managed to find his voice. "Erm, yeah. Really glad." He concentrated on his food, not looking up. He hoped Ron and Hermione at least would take the hint.
He was gay, after all.
To his disappointment, however, Dean didn't drop the subject.
"What do you mean by that?! Look at her, Harry. She's the hottest girl in the Hall right now," Dean turned to Ron for support. Ron readily nodded, albeit a bit too enthusiastically. Beside him, Hermione's face was getting a darker shade of red with every second.
Harry smiled uncertainly. He didn't know what the appropriate thing to say was. And besides, Ron was getting himself into a lot of trouble. Hermione had a death glare on.
Dean went on, choosing to ignore the obvious growing discomfort.
"You've got to tell me how you do it, Harry. All you did was sit. You weren't even looking at her. And what do you work out with? I've tried doing weights, but I build muscle really slowly. I don't know why, and I can't find any spells that help in this kinda things, y'know?..." Harry sighed inwardly, tuning Dean out. If he knew how he'd turned into "Boy Wonder" overnight, as Dean had so eloquently put it, he would have stopped the process. Now Seamus had joined in, and the conversation turned to girls. Harry scowled and turned away. Neither Seamus nor Dean noticed.
From the other side of the hall, a pretty Ravenclaw girl he vaguely remembered as Cho's friend smiled shyly at him and turned away, giggling. He sighed. He wondered how long it would take the rest of the Hogwart's population to figure out that he was gay.
Draco glared at the Hufflepuff girl for the fifth time. To his disgust, she giggled and blushed; a horrible shade of blotchy red across her cheeks. 'Potter looks so much more adorable than that when he blushes,' the sentiment ran through his mind before he could stop it. He scowled. Potter and his sidekicks had tons of pastries in their compartment, he told himself. That was probably where the cinnamon and vanilla scent came from. And the whole breath of fresh air thing... Well, that was probably his veela hormones over-reacting to the scent. There was nothing to prove that Potter was his mate. Not yet, anyway. He sighed as another group of girls pointed to him and giggled flirtatiously. Wrapping his cloak around him protectively, he hurried up to the castle. He was starting to feel like a lust magnet already. Having everyone leering at him was starting to turn him off, instead of giving him that ego boost he'd imagined he'd feel. He scowled again.
In the Great Hall, Harry was helping himself to an additional portion of pudding. His sweet tooth tended to go on overdrive whenever he was on the verge of an outburst. And he was definitely on the verge of an outburst. He didn't know why or how, but girls suddenly seemed to notice him a lot more than usual. Hell, even Colin Creevey was being more attentive than usual, something he never thought previously possible. And Dean and Seamus were trying to get him to partake in their conversation on which girl in Hogwarts they would go out with, given a chance. On the other side of the table, Lavender and her friends were giving Harry winks and giggling everytime he turned their way. Ginny Weasley was glaring at them, obviously sensing Harry's discomfort. He suspected Ron and Hermione had let her in on his gay secret. Speaking of Ron and Hermione... Opposite him, things were tensing up fast. Hermione was giving Ron the silent treatment, after his earlier gushing about Lavender's babe factor.
Harry could feel a headache coming on already.
Just then, a heavily- cloaked figure entered the Great Hall and hurried over to the Slytherin table. Even with his face almost fully covered with his cloak, Harry could identify the blond- silver hair anywhere. Draco Malfoy. He took his seat in the middle of the Slytherin table and removed his cloak, and a hush settled over the Hall. Everyone was rooted to the spot, their attention fixated on the blond.
Harry wasn't an exception. He stared, as if magnetically attracted. As the blond shook out his hair, totally oblivious to the attention, Harry felt a lump forming in his throat. The glow from the candles in the Great Hall caught in Draco's hair, making his hair look like golden strands of pure silk. So soft, thought Harry. He gulped as Draco stopped abruptly and looked up, suddenly aware of the attention he was receiving.
"WHAT?" he snapped, glaring. His eyes roamed the Hall angrily, stopping at the Gryffindor table. Harry swallowed. Draco Malfoy was staring at him.
A part of his brain told him to stop staring, but he couldn't help it. Draco's liquid silver- blue eyes seemed to envelope him, even from the Slytherin table. He felt a tingling sensation, and his heart skipped a beat. His pants were getting tight. He gasped softly, and Draco blinked and shook his head. All at once, the wonderful sensations he'd been feeling evaporated. He slowly exhaled, hoping no one had noticed. He slowly looked around him, relief washing over him as everyone around him seemed to step out of some kind of reverie, identical dazed expressions on their faces. He glanced back at Draco. To his surprise, the blond was staring at him again, but this time with a confused expression on his face.
Harry quickly turned away. He did not want to be caught gazing at his enemy by the entire Hogwarts population. He shook his head. Gazing? Hermione and Ron were right about one thing- there was certainly magic involved in this somehow; there was no other explanation for it.
Albus Dumbledore had witnessed the entire incident from his seat. He was fascinated. Even Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall seemed to be taken in with Draco Malfoy. He himself had been slightly distracted with a lemon drop, but now that he took a better look... Draco Malfoy had certainly grown. He squinted as Draco stopped staring at Harry Potter and glared at his Slytherin housemates. Even then, they all had looks of unabashed admiration and lust plastered onto their faces. Draco was certainly irritated, though. Dumbledore frowned to himself. This required immediate attention.
Draco busied himself by shoving salad into his mouth. Even Crabbe and Goyle were gazing at him with identical looks or lust on their faces. It was a change from their usual expressions of stupidity, but it wasn't a very comfortable.
The whole incident with staring at Harry and having Harry's huge green eyes stare back was too confusing. Two times in one day? There was something seriously wrong.
At the present moment, though, Pansy was proving to be an effective distraction. She was being more irritating than usual. She had perched herself on his lap, and her Chanel perfume was overpowering. She'd undergone a rather extreme change over the holidays though, he noticed. He hair now hung down her back in loose curls, and she definitely had a nose job. Her figure had also improved drastically. It was more curvy than he'd remembered. Her breasts seemed to scream to be let out of her rather small white blouse; the buttons were popping and Draco could see the outline of her nipples rather cleary under the thin fabric of her blouse. Her short denim skirt was riding up high enough on her thighs to reveal part of the hot pink lacy underwear she was wearing. The skirt itself was so low on her hips and she'd pulled up the straps of her underwear just enough to reveal that she was wearing a g- string. Draco smirked. Slutty. Expected, from Pansy. Even her face was made up to suit her new image. Bright red sultry lipstick, dark smoky eyes, blusher, long curved lashes. He shook his head. He had better taste than that. And he felt smug, knowing that he was the center of attention even with such a scantily- clad girl beside him. He groaned inwardly, though, when Pansy started running her hands along his inner thigh.
"Pansy, I swear that if you don't stop that this instant, I will hex you so bad, you're going to know what it feels like to have a penis," he snarled.
Pansy laughed, a low throaty sound. Trying too hard to sound sexy. Draco cringed.
"Ooh. I like my guys naughty. And I'd like to know what a penis feels like," she breathed into his ear.
Draco rolled his eyes, pushing her off him rather unceremoniously. "Well, I like MY fucking partners exclusive to me. Little sluts not included," he snapped.
Beside him, Blaise snickered. "I'll be exclusive to you," he grinned at Draco and winked.
Draco glared at him. Blaise was good- looking, with his chiseled features, deep blue eyes, glossy hair and full red lips, but he was also like the male version of Pansy. Too frisky for his liking. And besides, Blaise wasn't usually gay. It was the whole veela thing. Draco hoped.
"I think man whore here's perfect for you, Pansy," Draco rolled his eyes.
Pansy pouted, still put out at being pushed like that by Draco. On the other side of Draco, Blaise eyed her critically, running his eyes along her body. They rested on her nipples.
Pansy noticed this and broke into a sultry smile, thrusting her chest forward. "Come get 'em if you want 'em," she purred, now running her perfectly manicured hands along her thighs, exposing even more leg.
Draco gagged.
Blaise smirked and winked at Pansy. "You know I want you, babe," he murmured. Then he turned to Draco.
"Mind moving? Unless you want a threesome," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Draco's eyes widened, and Pansy tugged on his sleeve. "C'mon, Drakey. I can have you in front while Blaise does my ass," she winked, then giggled. "Or I could give you a delicious little blowjob while I've got Blaise inside," she giggled again.
Draco suddenly had horrifying images running through his mind and shuddered. "No thanks," he managed, turning green. His appetite suddenly vanished as Blaise moved to sit beside Pansy. His hands were already buried inside her skirt, and she was giggling loudly. Draco grimaced as a few heads turned their way, then inevitably rested on him. He glared at Pansy and Blaise. Of all the places to get it on, they had to get at it in the middle of dinner? He shook his head.
He was about to get up and leave for his bed- he could do with some sleep- when Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. 'Great timing,' Draco though irritably.
"Attention, students! I have a small announcement to make. Will Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter kindly meet me at my office immediately? The rest of you- Enjoy the feast!"
Draco sighed dramatically and started walking toward the Headmaster's office. Today was not going well.
At the Gryffindor table, Dumbledore's announcement yanked Harry out of his mental agony over his sudden obsession with Draco. He looked around him, bewildered, as soon as the Headmaster finished his announcement. Ron and Hermione seemed to forget their argument. They both fixed Harry with concerned looks.
"Maybe he knows something about the elfin veela," Ron said in a low voice.
Beside him, Hermione rolled her eyes. "If he knew, he'd make sure we were all protected from Malfoy's charms," she dismissed Ron's suggestion. "I think it may have something to do with him guessing it, rather than knowing it. He's rather shrewd. He probably noticed Draco's attention on you," she looked thoughtful. "I wonder how he could, though. He'd have to be strong enough to withstand the veela charms, and no one is capable of that without some kind of spell or potion. I doubt he's had any protection, though," she trailed off, lost in thought.
Harry shook his head. "Whatever it is, I'm not looking forward to it," he said flatly. Hermione gazed at him sympathetically. Ron patted his shoulder awkwardly. "It'll be okay, Dumbledore's not a bad guy," Ron said. Hermione nodded. "We'll wait for you in the common room. It'll be okay," she murmured comfortingly. Harry nodded, glad that at least this distraction had made Ron and Hermione forget about their earlier argument. He rose from the table and made his way to Dumbledore's office.
When he reached the Headmaster's office, the door was open and he could hear voices coming from inside. He gingerly knocked and stepped in. The office was just as he last remembered it, except the portraits that had hung on the wall before were empty. Apparently, the Headmaster wanted this meeting to be very secret. He frowned slightly. There were only two people- Dumbledore and Draco. Harry deliberately avoided Draco's searing gaze.
"Have a seat, Harry," Dumbledore smiled warmly at him. Harry sat down, smiling uncertainly in return. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the door closed.
"Lemon drop?" the Headmaster asked. Harry accepted. Anything for an excuse not to look at Draco.
Dumbledore sat back and surveyed the two boys before him.
"Well, boys. I've invited you here because I have a suspicion I'd like to clarify," he announced.
Draco froze. Dumbledore was not supposed to know. No one was, except his family. Had he guessed? He scowled. Meddlesome old fool.
Harry's face remained blank, though his mind was racing. Were Hermione and Ron right? It couldn't be...
Dumbledore paused, an amused glint in his eye. "Boys, will you kindly face each other?"
Harry frowned, confused. This was unexpected. Did the Headmaster expect some kind of fight to ensue? Surely that wasn't the reason he'd called them here? Harry blushed. He doubted there would be a fight, though. He could see Draco stiffen from the corner of his eye. He refused to budge till he was certain Draco was looking at him. However, Draco didn't turn. He simply hung his head, his face gaining an adorable pinkish tinge. Harry shook his head. He began to blush himself.
Beside him, Draco's face heated up too, but for a different reason. He fumed. Fine, he thought. If Dumbledore wanted to do it this way, he would get what he was asking for. Draco looked up, but not at Harry. Instead, he looked straight at the Headmaster. He still wasn't sure how his veela powers worked, but he knew that if he stared hard enough, he could get his poor victim turn into a helpless lovestruck puppy in a matter of seconds.
For a moment, the Headmaster looked taken aback, then his face slowly relaxed. Draco watched with satisfaction as the Headmaster's expression slowly resembled the lust- filled looks he'd been getting all day long.
Beside him, Harry watched in fascination at the Headmaster's abrupt transformation. He risked a quick glance at Draco, and gasped. Draco looked absolutely stunning. His face seemed to have a glow shining from within, and his eyes glittered. The gasp was enough to startle Draco, however. The blond swiftly turned to face him instead, and Harry felt like that air had been sucked out from his stomach. He felt a now familiar feeling of wonderful sensations flowing over him, and he moaned softly when Draco bit his lower lip uncertainly.
"Ahem." A throat cleared in the background. Draco shook his head and stepped back to reality, turning to glare at the Headmaster. Harry slowly regained his breath and turned toward the Headmaster too, still blushing furiously.
Professor Dumbledore regarded the boys carefully. His suspicions had been proven right. He just had to know how, and why. All he knew now was that Draco was veela. Or part veela. And that he was drawn to Harry. He frowned. Draco had attempted to use his veela powers on him just moments ago. There was a lot to be done to ensure that chaos did not erupt in the halls. Draco's veela powers had to be controlled immediately.
"I am going to ask you a question, Draco. And I require a completely honest answer. I can give you my word that this conversation is and will remain only between the these walls and the three of us. I need to know, Draco, whether you are part or whole veela." Dumbledore did not waver his gaze, rather he used a technique he'd learnt a long time ago. He was using his Legimency skills to block out any possible veela attack. Draco was still unsure of how to use his powers, and he could protect himself against another attack long enough to turn away from the blond's deadly gaze before the blond had complete control of him.
Draco hardened his face and glared at the Headmaster. So he'd guessed after all. Draco knew he could trust the Headmaster. His father had always spoke of Dumbledore's trust in disdain- because he never received it, of course. But Draco had a decision to make. He thought a minute, then nodded. He'd made his decision. Beside him, he could feel Harry's curiousity.
"I'm an elfin veela." Draco said it clearly and slowly, staring at the Headmaster, but this time with no intention of seducing him. Beside him, Harry gasped. The Headmaster himself had a shocked expression on his face.
"My parents will be informing you of the details shortly. We understand that keeping this matter a secret is an impossible task, however I for one am sick of being treated like a fucking lust magnet. The only reason I'm telling this to you now is because I'm presuming, and I hope presuming correctly, that you are capable of lowering lust levels in Hogwarts for my own personal safety as well as those of the Hogwarts population," Draco glared at the Headmaster.
"And no, I haven't discovered my elfin veela powers yet. I don't imagine you would like me to do so while fighting off lust- filled students?" Draco added, still glaring daggers at the Headmaster.
Dumbledore looked at Draco, his face completely serious. He nodded abruptly.
"Arrangements will be made immediately. Professor Snape will be summoned to teach the Unicornus Potion as soon as possible, in place of current syllabus. However, you realize that the elfin veela is slightly different from the veela?" The Headmaster paused, looking at Draco questioningly.
Draco arched an eyebrow.
"The elfin veela cannot be fully controlled even with the Unicornus Potion, due to the rare mix of elf and veela genes," Draco said.
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "You will need to control your temper a little more. And I need your word not to attack unless left without a choice."
Draco held the Headmaster's gaze. He understood the Headmaster's requests, and for once, he was not going to waste time with sarcastic remarks or snide comments. He nodded. "I can only promise to do my best."
The Headmaster looked relieved as he nodded in acceptance of Draco's answer. "Good. I will owl your parents?"
Draco shook his head. "They have their ways of knowing what is going on in the castle, Professor. I was under the impression you knew that. They will contact you tomorrow morning."
Dumbledore marveled at Draco's nonchalant front. Of course he knew about it. Draco was proving to be smarter than Lucius.
Suddenly, the Headmaster seemed to remember Harry's presence.
"Harry," he began, his face still serious.
Harry was still in shock. This was too sudden and unbelievable for him to process. Draco's maturity was shocking in itself. And... Dumbledore did not know about the chain. Should he tell him? He didn't know if Draco knew. He was acting like he didn't. Harry's mind raced. Should he tell them?
"Harry," the Headmaster continued. "I called you here for a reason. I believe you and Draco are somehow involved in this together. How, as of yet I am unsure." He paused. "Harry, do you know what an elfin veela is?"
Harry slowly shook his head.
"When wizards or witches mate with elves or veela, half- veelas or half- elves may be formed. But in some cases, the elfin and veela genes are carried in the offspring as recessive genes. When, in the rare occasion that a witch or wizard with recessive elfin genes mates with another witch or wizard with recessive veela genes, the recessive genes in both parents are awakened and interact. An elfin veela is born," Dumbledore explained.
Harry nodded, showing he understood.
"When an elfin veela mates with his mate, the offspring usually carry certain magical traits from both parents, but rarely a complete set of elfin veela genes. Which means that the offspring may or may not be elfin veela themselves, but they may have special magical characteristics. They may even be part- elf or part- veela. As such, elfin veela are considered rare and prized species in the magical world," Dumbledore paused, looking at Draco.
"Draco is, as of now, the only elfin veela I know who exists. He, like every other elfin veela, will grow to become a very powerful wizard. Each elfin veela has specific powers that are unique to them and help them ensure their survival. And, like veela, they will mate for life with a very lucky witch or wizard," he paused.
"Their method of choosing their mate is very unique. It involves a dream and an elfin veela ornament that they will receive." He looked at Draco questioningly, and Draco nodded, gingerly removing the chain and passing it to the Headmaster.
Dumbledore stared at it for a moment, his eyes widening. It was the first time he'd seen it, and he was fascinated, to say the least.
Draco tapped his foot impatiently and cleared his throat. Dumbledore returned him the chain. He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
"I've read your book from cover to cover. I know, losing this would be like kryptonite for Superman," he rolled his eyes.
Dumbledore frowned. "You need it to find your mate. That is very important," he paused. "If your mate is from Hogwarts, I must ask of you to notify me immediately for both your sakes," he stated.
Draco nodded, his face turning serious.
Beside him, Harry fidgeted uneasily. Maybe he should tell them...
Dumbledore noticed his discomfort and turned to him.
"Harry, do you have anything you want to say?" His eyes seemed to bore right through Harry. Harry gulped, sneaking a look at Draco. He had a curious expression on his face.
He slowly shook his head. "No, I have nothing to say." Harry paused, racking his brain for an excuse for his odd behaviour. "Ron and Hermione will be curious," he finished lamely.
Draco snorted, and Dumbledore looked at him disapprovingly before turning to Harry again.
"Yes, I suppose they will be curious," he smiled. "I think it would be better for you to keep this within yourselves first, before I make an official announcement. Ron and Hermione are good at keeping secrets, I trust?" Harry sighed and nodded. Beside him, Draco snorted again.
"I hardly think it's safe for me to sleep in the common dorm tonight," Draco suddenly interjected, and Harry rolled his eyes. Trust Draco to take advantage of the situation.
The Headmaster nodded slowly. "Yes, I will assign you a new dorm." He looked at Harry. "I imagine you and Draco here are drawn by your rivalry, but we will know in a matter of time," he said slowly, trailing away as though lost in thought. Then he seemed to remember where he was.
"Well, that's it, then. You may go," he said hastily. "Draco, I think you might like to follow me to your new dorm," he added, and showed Harry out of his office. Draco smugly followed behind, smirking at Harry as he passed him.
To his surprise, though, Draco felt his heart skip a beat as he and Harry made eye contact briefly. He shrugged it off, though. Harry, meanwhile, started blushing the moment he felt that familiar flip- flop.
The Headmaster, as usual, noticed everything. His eyes twinkled. Yes, he thought. Time will tell.
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