Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. The characters, settings etc all belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: I'm using the veela theme here, I know it's widely used and if I have used a storyline that belongs to someone else, it is purely by accident. Except for the veela theme.
Also, this is a slash fic, Harry and Draco slash. It is rated R for sex and language. If you find this offensive, then don't read. To everyone else… read and review!!
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: An ENTIRE chapter just got erased. But thank goodness, my computer's BEHAVING now. Thank you all who reviewed. I did write some responses, but they all got erased. I'll get to them in the next chapter, promise. I just wanted to post this ASAP. Thanks loads and I love you too.
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Chapter Five: A Little Bit of Understanding
Harry sighed inwardly. Hermione and Ron had been treating him like a piece of fragile glass all day, and he was getting sick of it. Ever since the meeting with Draco at Dumbledore's office, he'd been moody, and his friends had immediately assumed that something was wrong. He scowled. It was hard admitting to even himself that Draco was attractive, sexy even. How the hell was he supposed to tell that to his friends?
As soon as they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Hermione turned to him. Harry cringed. Hermione had a way of looking at him.
"You never did tell us what happened at that meeting with Malfoy at Dumbledore's office last night," she accused, a bit too loudly. Beside her, Neville stared. Harry could see Draco turning in their direction from the Slytherin table. He looked down at his lap, determined not to look up.
"Yeah, and you've been acting strange ever since," Ron added, a bit more quietly.
"It's nothing, you'll get to know soon enough anyway," Harry muttered, his face reddening. He could feel Malfoy's gaze on him. He hurriedly shoved food into his mouth, to give him something to do.
Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by the arrival of Seamus and Dean, who immediately started talking about girls. Her attention focused instead on Ron, who was starting to look slightly uncomfortable.
Harry sighed with relief. For once, he was glad for Seamus and Dean's "babe discussions."
At the Slytherin table, Draco frowned. Elfin veela had the honed senses of elves. He'd been able to listen ineasily on Harry's conversation, and he was confused. He could have sworn Harry had said something about Hermione and Ron absolutely having to know about their discussion last night.
He narrowed his eyes. Harry Potter was hiding something.
"Hurry up, will you? I don't want to be late for Potions again," Hermione called shrilly. Ron hurriedly scribbled out the last paragraph on the Potions essay that was due that day and rushed down to the common room. Harry bit back a laugh.
"Honestly, Ron. Can't you do it on time for once?" Hermione shook her head, walking briskly out of the portrait hole towards the dungeons. Ron rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter, Hermione. I'll fail it anyway." Beside him, Harry nodded. "Snape hates us. He only passes you because… well, because you're Hermione," Harry said.
Hermione sighed in frustration. "Well we're late for Potions, and Snape's not going to be pleased."
"Snape's never pleased," Ron rolled his eyes at Harry. Harry snickered. Hermione paused to look at them disapprovingly before entering the classroom.
Snape, as usual, was in a foul mood. He immediately deducted five points each from the three of them for their "tardiness," then began the lesson.
"As you know, you should be concentration on the Sleeping Draught during this time of the year," he took a moment to glare at every Gryffindor in the room. Neville positively shuddered.
"However," he continued, "due to certain circumstances," Harry saw his eyes flick to Draco for the merest second, "the Headmaster has altered the syllabus slightly. You will be studying the Unicornus Potion instead." He glared at the class, as if daring them to defy him.
Hermione, as usual, raised her hand.
"Miss Granger," Snape acknowledged her with distaste.
"The Unicornus Potion requires various rare ingredients, and its only use is to protect one against veela charms, isn't it? What's the rush?" She was a picture of innocence. Snape glowered at her. Harry had to admire her courage.
"The Headmaster has given orders, and I am obeying them. I am sure he will explain when he wishes to. Any more unrelated questions, and ten points will be deducted," he answered coldly.
"Now. The ingredients and instructions are on the board. The potion will be ready by tomorrow if you follow the instructions carefully. According to the Headmaster, I have been given permission to test you based on your competence in making this potion. You will all drink your potions tomorrow, and of course, you shall suffer the duly consequences if you have not paid attention during my class." He smiled sinisterly in Neville's direction.
His smile vanished, however, when Hermione raised her hand again. He scowled at her.
"How are we able to test the true effectiveness of our potion, without any veela around?" She eyed him carefully.
Snape glared.
"Ten points off for disrupting my class, and another ten off for questioning my teaching methods. And another ten for being an insufferable know- it- all."
He smiled at her with malice. "Any more questions?"
It was Hermione's turn to glare.
"Very well then. I will, of course, assign pairs." Snape looked around the class with misplaced glee, calling out partners.
Harry grimaced in his seat beside Ron. Please, don't let me be with him. Anyone but him... He gave a resigned sigh when Snape called out his name. "Potter… with Malfoy!"
Harry dragged himself to the seat beside Draco. The blonde didn't even look up at him. He sighed. Just as well. He started chopping up the ingredients- he started with the ginger, it was the kind of monotonous job that took his mind off anything else.
Suddenly, Draco spoke, his voice startling him.
"Potter. Do you use cologne or something?"
Draco looked straight ahead. Harry scowled. Draco was asking a stupid question. Did Harry Potter use cologne or something? He rolled his eyes. What the hell would cologne or something do for him, show him his true love?! And Draco wasn't even looking at him. He was irritated.
"Well no, Malfoy, I don't use cologne or something, thank you very much." He said coldly, resuming his chopping, though this time he chopped slightly harder.
"Why the hell do you care, anyway?" he asked, curiousity getting the better of him. Draco was a pain in the arse, but he wasn't stupid.
Draco sighed. "Because you smell like what my mate smells like," he said quietly, looking down.
Harry gaped. He was amazed at the sudden humanity.
Then it hit him. Draco thought he smelled like his mate. Bloody fuck, he was his mate.
"Well maybe your mate uses the same soap as I do, or something," he said tentatively.
Draco turned to face him, and Harry sucked in his breath. Draco looked lonely. Sad and lonely. His usual smirk was gone, and he looked so vulnerable. Harry wanted to reach out and hug him. Then Draco met Harry's eyes. Harry bit hard on his lips. Draco's eyes were pale blue, with flecks of silver in them. His irises were rimmed with dark blue. Harry realized what he was seeing in Draco's eyes- desperation. And then he felt that familiar flip- flop again. Draco's eyes were mesmerizing. Actually, his whole face was mesmerizing. The flawless, fair, glowing skin, the perfectly sculpted cheekbones, the impossibly straight nose, the soft pink lips… he unconsciously leant in closer.
Draco stared at Harry's face, only inches away from his. Harry's eyes swallowed him close- up, even through his glasses. The flecks of brown in his eyes only emphasized their brilliant green. His eyes roamed to Harry's lightning- shaped scar, his tanned, golden skin, his cute nose, his full red lips, his jet- black hair fringing his face… His pulse quickened. He tilted his head slightly. Combined with that scent, he was intoxicated. He watched in a daze as Harry's pupils dilated.
Just then, a loud bang sounded. Neville's cauldron had exploded. As Professor Snape's angry voice filled the classroom, the two boys quickly turned away, one a deep shade of red and another blushing pink.
Harry stared at his parchment. He couldn't stop thinking about Potions that afternoon. Or of Draco, rather. He blushed when he thought of how close their faces were. How close their lips were. A small smile played on his lips. Draco was hot, there was no doubt about it. And he was his mate. He was the special one. He had someone all to himself, and that someone was hot.
He blinked. Was that right? Did he like being Draco's mate? He thought slowly. He shook his head. Who was he kidding? He'd give anything to have the kind of relationship an elfin veela shared with his mate. He'd give anything for that kind of relationship for anyone. Well, almost anyone. He wanted that kind of love. He had loved and lost too many people too soon. His face dropped when he realized that Draco didn't know yet. He felt a painful tug. What if Draco Malfoy didn't want him as his mate?
Draco Malfoy entered the Slytherin common room and smiled. It was just as he remembered it. Everyone was in their usual places, only Pansy and Blaise were making out by the fire. He smirked. It seemed couple- hood was doing wonders for the two. They were dressed conservatively- very conservatively,according to their standards- in jeans and large sweatshirts.
He walked over to them, ignoring the lustful stares and giggles. Thank goodness, Crabbe and Goyle had regarded their newfound devotion as a further motivation to "protect" their leader, and were glaring at anyone who dared make a move.
Blaise and Pansy broke apart gently, and Pansy shrieked when she saw him.
"Where've you BEEN? How come you get a new dorm and we don't?" she pouted, and Blaise laughed.
Draco smirked, then turned serious.
"Look, guys, there's something we need to talk about. Can we go somewhere private?"
Blaise frowned. "Sure. We'll just go into your old dorm. Pansy and I are using it now," he added, almost sheepishly.
Draco smirked. "No one else I'd prefer."
Pansy looked at Blaise smugly. "Told you he wouldn't mind."
Draco laughed. He felt better now, with his friends. As soon as they were in the dorm, he carefully locked the door and added a good number of spells to ensure that no one could possibly eavesdrop without him knowing it.
"Really secretive, huh?" Blaise cocked an eyebrow at him.
Draco grinned. "What I am about to tell you, lady and gentleman, is priviledged information. You two are the only ones who share this information at the present moment of time, including myself, Dumbledore and Potter."
His grinned dropped a notch at the mention of Harry. Still, he continued. Pansy and Blaise looked curious.
"I'm not pureblood." Pansy's eyes widened, and Blaise's jaw dropped.
"But…"
"You heard me. I'm not pureblood." Draco couldn't keep the smile off any longer.
"But I AM elfin veela," he finished grandly, bowing to a mock audience.
He looked up to see Pansy staring at him in awe and Blaise grinning widely.
"I always knew I'd be in the company of famous people," he said smugly, then cracked up as Draco rolled his eyes. Pansy soon joined in, and they ended up a laughing heap.
"Draco- this is GREAT! Ooh- and your mate! Now tell me- who's the lucky girl- or guy?" Pansy wiggled her eyebrows at him. It was no secret that Draco Malfoy swung both ways, but preferred his men.
Blaise hooted, and Draco blushed slightly.
"Well… that's what I need your help about, actually," he started.
Pansy's eyes glowed. "Do you know who it is yet?"
Blaise looked at him expectantly.
An unreadable expression passed over Draco's features as a sudden flash of Harry's face, so close to his during Potions, came to mind. He frowned.
"I think Potter may be involved in this somehow." He said it slowly, carefully.
Blaise saw through it immediately.
"Fucking hell! No WAY! You fancy Potter?!" he stared at Draco a moment, then turned to Pansy.
She nodded. "I know! Is that the cutest thing or what?" she smiled at Draco like he was an easter bunny. Draco scowled.
"I'm not jumping with joy, I don't know why you two are celebrating," he muttered.
Blaise smirked. "Are you shy, Drakey?" he snickered.
Draco glared at him, and Pansy giggled.
"Are you sure about this? How do you know it's Potter?" she asked, her face turning serious.
Draco sighed.
"That's what I'm unsure about. He smells like my mate and all, from my dream, and it drives me crazy everytime I'm near him, I can't stop looking into his eyes, all I want to to is kiss him, and yet he acts like he doesn't know what's going on. Dumbledore thinks there's something between us, but he should know if he's my mate, shouldn't he? I mean, the dream?" he looked at his friends helplessly, and Blaise awwwed. Beside him, Pansy smiled at him.
"You should listen to yourself. You're smitten," she said, smiling.
He sniffed. "I'd like to know what good that does, especially since I don't see how I can get Potter to agree to be my mate." He felt his throat constrict at the thought of Harry rejecting him. Who would've thought, he smiled. Harry and Draco. He groaned. What was he thinking?!
"Potter HATES me, Pansy. He HATES me. He despises me. He wishes I was never born. This is retribution," he buried his face in his hands.
Blaise patted his friend's back. It hurt him to see his friend hurt like that. He knew that Draco was really a good person, it wasn't his fault he was born into a family like the Malfoys. And Draco had helped him a lot in the past, in any way he could. He was going to pay Draco back for all his help. He'd help him fight for Potter with all he had.
"Come on, it can't be that bad," he said, immediately regretting his choice of words. Draco looked at him incredulously.
Pansy looked into Draco's eyes determinedly.
"We'll help you. And we never fail," she said, looking at Blaise. Blaise smirked and gave the thumbs- up.
"You two would look pretty hot," he snickered as Draco glared at him.
"Hey, mate, I'm off to bed, I'm beat after all that Potions homework." Ron yawned, stretching his arms.
Harry looked down at his watch. It was just past midnight. A wave of tiredness hit him.
"Yeah, you go ahead. I'll be there in a minute. Just getting my things." He quickly scooped up his Potions notes as Ron disappeared to the boys' dorms.
He was about to follow Ron, when something caught his eye. A slim chain with a pendant, buried in his Potions notes. His eyes widened. His mind flashed back to Potions.
Draco's necklace was lying on the table, he'd taken it off in case it fell into the Potion or any other accident happened… and when the class had ended, he had hurriedly grabbed things from the table and bolted, after the staring incident…
He ran up to the boys' dorms, was relieved to see Ron fast asleep, took a long look at his Maurader's Map, and rushed out the Gryffindor common room.
Draco had just entered his new dorm. He slowly undressed, mulling things over in his mind. He was certain Harry was his mate, but then why was Harry acting like he didn't know anything? Because he hates you. He sighed softly as he pictured Harry's green eyes and innocent expression. Then he heard a knock.
He absently went to the door, and got a shock when he opened it.
"Bloody FUCK! Potter! What the HELL are you doing here? How did you know where my dorm was?" he stared as Harry blushed, his eyes on his chest. He looked down. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His heart jumped. Maybe Potter was attracted to him after all… Then he remembered. Veela. Right. He glared at Harry.
Harry forced his eyes away from Draco's chest- his smooth, muscled, lean chest. He longed to run his hands over it… A small line of faint blond hair disappeared from this navel downwards, the golden strands reflecting the light. He swallowed, then looked up and met Draco's glare. He gulped.
"I came to return this," Harry mumbled, reaching out his hand.
Draco stared. His elfin veela necklace. Funny, he remembered reading that if he lost it, he'd go into a horrible veela fit. Unless his mate had it… He stared at Harry.
Harry was starting to feel uncomfortable. For one, Draco was half- naked. Secondly, he was staring at him like he'd grown two heads. He cleared his throat.
Draco blinked and seemed to come out of his reverie.
"Uh, come in then," he said awkwardly, opening the door wider and stepping aside. As soon as Harry stepped in, he closed his eyes. The scent was irresistible.
"Well, I, er, don't want to disturb you," Harry started. "You left your chain at Potions, and I just came to return it," Harry finished. Draco smiled, a real smile. Harry smiled back uncertainly. He couldn't help it. Draco's room was lighted softly, and Draco looked angelic when he smiled. Harry bit his lip, stretching out his hand.
Draco reached out and took the chain, his fingertips lightly grazing Harry's palm. Harry gasped softly, his heart skipping a beat at the contact. Draco closed his eyes.
"Thanks," he said softly, opening his eyes.
Harry stared at him a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. He seemed to want to say something, then thinking the better of it, shook his head.
"I'll just be going, then." He turned, slowly walking towards the door. Draco stood still. It felt like a cold void in his chest. "Yeah. Goodnight," he said quietly.
Harry turned and smiled. Draco's heart tugged. He forced a smile, then Harry was gone. He stood there a moment, then put on the necklace slowly. He was about to go to bed, an extreme feeling of loneliness overcoming him, when the door knocked again, more urgently this time.
He perked up slightly. Maybe it's Harry. He rushed to open it. It was Harry.
Harry pushed past him, panting. He closed the door, then turned to Harry, a confused expression on his face.
"Filch- gasp- saw me- gasp- nowhere else to go," Harry looked at him pleadingly.
Draco softened. "Fine then, you can stay here tonight. But only tonight," he said. "Whatever you do, switch off the lights before going to bed," he turned and flopped onto his bed, pulling the covers over him.
Harry stood there a moment. "Er, right then. I'll just use the loo a bit," he said. Draco grunted from the bed.
When he came out the loo, he stared at Draco, asleep. There was only one bed in the dorm- a huge double bed.Draco was already sleeping in it. And there were no sofas, either. Just one plush armchair. He looked at it doubtfully. He'd probably get a neck sprain if he tried to sleep in that.
He gingerly poked Draco's shoulder. Draco opened one eye and squinted at him through his hair. Harry gulped. Draco looked very cute.
"Er, where can I sleep?" he asked sheepishly.
"I really don't give a damn, Potter." Draco rolled over and pulled the covers over him again, fast asleep. Harry stared at him a moment, then gave a resigned sigh. He removed his shoes, "borrowed" a pair of silk pyjamas from Draco's bathroom closet, removed his glasses, and crawled into bed beside Draco. Now that he was on the bed, it didn't seem so big anymore.
He snuck a look a the sleeping form beside him. Draco looked adorable. He was lying on his side, his hair falling across his eyes. His mouth was open slightly, and he smiled in his sleep. Harry melted. He reached out and adjusted the covers, then gently pushed a few strands of hair off Draco's face. The scent of apples filled his nose, and he smiled. He leaned in closer, his face inches from Draco. He stared at Draco for a few minutes. How anyone could be so beautiful, he couldn't figure out. He suddenly yawned, and he realized how tired he was. He took one last look at Draco and whispered goodnight. He was about to turn and sleep when he did it. He couldn't help himself. He reached out and kissed Draco's forehead softly.
In his sleep, Draco's smile widened and he reached out. Harry froze, startled, then allowed Draco's arms to encircle him. Draco snuggled up to his chest in his sleep. He relaxed and buried his nose in Draco's hair. After all, he thought, Draco didn't give a damn where i sleep. He smiled and closed his eyes.
REVIEW!! Okay tell me: How many of you want them to kiss in the next chappie? Or should they maybe do something else, but not kiss yet? The kiss is really important, it'llletDracoknowthat Harry is his mate without a doubt...