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: Thank you so much for your reviews and suggestions. As for the kiss… Well, read and find out. Heh. I hope you like this chapter as much as you did the previous ones. Here's the replies I promised I'd get to… I'm sorry I can't reply to every one of you even though I'd love to, but I read and appreciate every one of your comments. Thanks loads.
Maira: Nah, Draco's the possessive veela, remember? He's not gonna be the female of the relationship. Harry's the adorable one, Draco's the sexy irrestible one… LOL.
Morena Evensong: Thanks for your suggestions! I love the Luna one! It's going to be added soon. I love it that you love this story!!
From The Very Depths Of Hell: Racy enough? It'll get better soon enough. Heh.
Yana5: I loved your idea, but I prefer it this way… Read, you'll know what I'm talking about. Thanks.
Flames Of Crimson: Haha!! Yeah sex coming soon, don't worry. Smirk
Oosinnaminoo: I will be detailed. Haha. And no, don't worry, I'll stop writing out of sheer annoyance too if Avril Lavinge has anything to do with this. If I did quote her, it would be totally coincidental. Maybe I'll quote Good Charlotte. Love them punk boys… so hot, no?
Kairi999: It's not going to be easy for Draco to get Harry, don't worry…
NoPeekingLil: I surrender to your watergun! Haha.You know what?? I was thinking of whether to add that Filch thing, but since you suggested it too, I decided to add it after all. Hope you like this one.
Vergin: Draco's not going to get Harry easy, trust me.
Magic- Shield: Hey… Sweet suggestion, but I've already written this chapter (chapter six) and well… It happens quite differently. Hope you still like it though. Let me know.
Flammy: I think you'll still like it this way, there's going to be lots more desperation still. Hehe.
Scorpion moon goddess: Thanks babe! The idea just popped into my head one day and I had to share it with everyone, so here I am!
Snuffles: (secret wink)
Kudos Cutie: I think you'll be pretty satisfied…
Gryffindorgrl86: Haha… We think alike! I think you'll like this chappie. And yeah, Pansy's such a slut isn't she? I based her character on someone I know personally, so you can imagine how icky some people are. But I'm gonna have to clean her up a bit, Draco needs some sensible friends too and I hardly think Crabbe and Goyle count...
Alora: The kiss will be special, in a way. It's gonna be HOT.
Kelby The Slytherdor: Hehehe. yummy candy. I'm updating ASAP. There's less happiness in this chappie but more slash, I don't know about you but I wanted more slash!
Watever: Yes it's a crime. Gay veela or just gay Draco with anyone but Harry is so WRONG. And vice versa.
V-queen: Haha... Well, since you asked, here it is!
Wren Truesong: Oh you'll like this chappie. I'm a cruel bitch too like that. smirk. I like to see them pineeeee…
MishapsErrors: Oh, if only JK Rowling gets Draco and Harry together! Well in any case, I'm here! Hahaha.
Okay well enjoy!
Chapter Six: Secrets
Draco sighed happily, still pressing his eyes shut. He'd had the most wonderful dream.He breathed in deeply. The scent that he inhaled was heaven, simply put. He smiled, savouring the warmth. He felt a pair of strong arms encircle him, and he snuggled in. Then he frowned. His eyes flew open. It wasn't a dream. There was someone on the bed next to him, and he hoped as hell that it was his mate.
He moved slowly, relieved when he managed to squeeze out of the embrace without awakening the other guy on his bed. He gasped when he saw who it was. Harry Potter. In a rush, last night came flooding back to him. He remembered letting Harry into his room, but that was all… His eyes widened. His dream played itself over in his mind. Harry had kissed him. It was only on his forehead, but still. He smiled fondly at Harry's sleeping form, then a painful feeling washed itself over him. If Harry realized that he had been cuddling in bed with Draco Malfoy, he'd probably only get angry and blame Draco's veela genes. He longed to get back into bed with Harry. He shook his head, clenching his fists.
Harry slowly rubbed his eyes and stretched. He frowned. The wonderful warm feeling he'd felt all night was gone. He opened his eyes. Draco was gone. He stared at the empty space beside him, a gloomy expression covering his features. Figures. Draco had probably escaped as soon as he found Harry Potter snuggling with him in bed. His face fell. Draco probably hated him more than ever now. He'd probably accuse Harry of trying to take advantage of him, he thought glumly. He stared at the empty space again. There was a piece of parchment buried in the covers. He squinted. He could just make out fanciful handwriting. He stared, then quickly sat up, grabbing his glasses. He recognized Draco's handwriting immediately. He read.
"Harry-Breakfast on the table. I will explain things to Granger and Weasley.
Filch seems to have gone.
-Draco"
He smiled despite himself. For once, he appreciated Draco's wit. His smile widened when he realized that Draco had addressed him by his first name. And he'd signed with his first name. His stomach growled, and he looked at the beautiful carved mahogany table in the center of the room. His eyes widened. It was spread out with toast, cereal, porridge, fruits, plates of bacon and egg, fried potatoes… His mouth watered. Then it hit him. Draco was responsible for this. He felt a warm feeling rush over him. Maybe Draco wouldn't mind him as a mate after all…
Draco spotted Granger and Weasley in the corridor, just about to enter the Great Hall for breakfast. As expected, they had identical worried looks on their faces. He didn't need to get near to figure out that they were talking about Harry. He hurried to catch up with them.
"Granger. Weasley." They both turned, looks of suspicion crossing their faces as soon as they saw him. His stomach clenched, however, when he caught the worry in their eyes.
Ron opened his mouth, about to say something, but Hermione shot him a look. He immediately shrunk back, glaring at Draco. Hermione turned to him.
"Yes?" she said coldly. Draco sighed. This was not going to be easy. He was slightly thankful that Weasley wasn't doing the talking, though. Granger had much more sense than him.
"It's about Potter," he started, completely forgetting his rehearsed speech. He attempted a nonchalant front, thankful for once for his father's ways.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, but he couldn't miss the worry in her eyes.
"What about Harry?" she asked carefully.
He looked straight into her eyes, hoping that his veela genes would not interfere. He did not want to end up seducing either her or Weasley, for that matter.
"He's in my dorm. He came to return something to me last night and had to stay because Filch was waiting for him outside." He watched in fascination as relief, then worry, crossed Granger's face. Beside her, Ron had turned an unbecoming shade of purple.
Hermione stared at him. "How do we know you're not lying?"
Draco sighed impatiently. Just then, Ron managed to find his voice.
"You have a dorm?" he asked, his eyes bulging.
Draco looked at Ron with distaste. "Yes, I have a dorm. Lots of things Harry's been keeping from you recently, I see?" he asked contemptuously.
Ron glared, then looked shocked. "Since when are you and Harry on first- tem basis?" he sputtered.
Draco smiled condescendingly. "We aren't on first- term basis. Just wanted to make things a bit more personal for you, you don't seem to grasp anything unless it's directly spelt out for you." He smirked as Ron glared, racking his brains for a suitable comeback but obviously not finding any.
Hermione turned to him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Malfoy, why did you let Harry stay the night? You know just as well as everyone else that you two are practically sworn enemies." She eyed him shrewdly.
He eyed her warily. "He returned me something I needed, Granger. If he could be human enough to return it to me, I could also bury my distaste for a few hours and act civilly." His heart clenched. Lying about his feelings towards Harry was not easy.
Hermione nodded slowly. The look in her eyes was making him nervous. "We'll see him in class, then?"
Draco nodded. "I arranged for breakfast in my dorm." He could feel his face getting hot. He tried desperately to keep up his nonchalant front. He did not want to blush in front of Granger and Weasley.
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him. "You're being nice to Harry," she said softly. Beside her, Ron stared, an incredulous expression on his face.
Draco ignored him. His throat closed. He was being nice to Harry. But Harry was being nicer to him. He remembered the feel of Harry's body against his, and he couldn't help blushing. He looked into Hermione's eyes. He was surprised at what he saw. He had been expecting pity, but instead he saw amusement. And happiness. He frowned slightly.
"I'm capable of being human too, you know," he sniffed, pretending to be put out. Ron snorted, but he ignored him yet again. Weasley was becoming increasingly easy to ignore. With Hermione practically reading his mind, Weasley was almost invisible.
Hermione smiled gently. "Thank you."
Draco stared at her, surprised. Now that was unexpected. He managed a smile, an awkward but genuine smile. "Uh, no problem," he mumbled, then straightened. He still had his Malfoy reputation. "See you, then." He gave a curt nod in Ron's direction, was met with a shocked expression, bit back a snort and turned and left, walking towards the dungeons. Potions was the first lesson of the day. He smiled to himself. He would be seeing Harry again. He silently thanked Snape for hating Harry so much, it was thanks to him that he'd be sitting right beside Harry all throughout double potions. Then it hit him. The Unicornus Potion. His warm feelings involving Harry evaporated. Without his veela influence, there was no way Harry was falling for him. He slowed down, shuffling his feet dejectedly towards the Potions classroom.
As soon as Draco left, Ron turned to Hermione with his mouth hanging open.
"What was that?" he demanded, staring at Hermione.
Hermione sighed. "Ron, did you realize that Malfoy never used the words 'Mudblood' or 'Weasel' during that conversation? Not even once?" she raised her eyebrows at him expectantly.
Ron's eyes widened, and he looked even more shocked than he already was. Hermione shook her head. He seemed at a loss for words.
"Don't you get it, Ron? Malfoy was being nice to Harry. He wasn't lying. He has no reason to. Besides, he had to be telling the truth. No one else knows Harry's been missing the entire night. We told everyone he'd waken up early to practice Quidditch, remember?" she stared at him, waiting for him to see the unspoken meaning behind her words.
Ron gaped at her. He'd found out that Harry was gone only minutes after he'd fallen asleep. He'd woken up to go to the loo, when he saw Harry disappearing out of the dormitories. And Harry had not returned. He processed Hermione's words in his mind. Wait. He shook his head. It couldn't be. He remembered Harry's meeting with Dumbledore and Malfoy. And he had caught sight of Harry and Malfoy during their last potions lesson, just before Neville's cauldron had exploded. He'd thought they were just glaring at each other, but now the incident flashed into his mind again, and he frowned. He faintly remembered Harry's weird, dreamy expression. And Malfoy's pink face and smile.
"No way," he managed weakly.
Beside him, Hermione nodded happily. "I think Harry finally told Draco," she beamed.
"It all adds up, Ron. The Unicornus Potion, the dream, the meeting with Dumbledore." She smiled excitedly. "And did you see the way Malfoy was blushing? I wonder what exactly they did last night," she added, a dreamy expression on her face.
Ron gagged. "I'd rather not think about it, thanks." He made a face.
Hermione laughed. "Come on, we're going to be late for Potions." Ron sighed.
Harry smiled at his friends asthey entered the Potions classroom. He was there early, even after taking a long bath in Draco's bathtub. He had been surprised to find a few bottles ofhis favourite custom- mademilk and honey lotionin Draco's bathroom, he always remembered Draco smelling of apples.
"Harry! Malfoy told us everything. What was it that you went to return?" Ron demanded as soon as they sat down, thankfully keeping his voice down.
Harry smiled uncertainly. Hermione butted in. "We heard all you did was sleep, but what really went on? Did Malfoy make his move? Does he know you're his mate?"
Harry blushed slightly. "We, well, we slept." Hermione raised an eyebrow. His blush deepened. "Er, on the same bed," he added softly, and Ron made a face. "And, er, I sort of, well, I couldn't help it, he was so cute, I kissed his forehead and he sort of smiled and snuggled in, and I just sort of held him," he looked down, his face flaming properly.
Ron made a gagging sound. "You kissed him or he kissed you?" Hermione asked.
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I kissed him," he looked at Hermione. She was smiling like Christmas had come early. "Well, I couldn't help it, the way he was looking," he defended himself. "And he snuggled up to me in his sleep, I couldn't very well push him away, could I? I mean, with me sleeping on the same bed?" Hermione laughed and threw her arms around him. "Oh, Harry! I'm so happy for you!"
Harry looked at Ron over her shoulder, and Ron shook his head disapprovingly. "You cuddled with Malfoy in bed," he stated, a disgusted look on his face.
Hermione let go of Harry and turned to Ron. "He cuddled with his mate in bed, Ron. The person he's going to spend the rest of his life with. If I were you, I'd be more supportive." She glared at him. He looked slightly ashamed. "I'm just not used to the idea of him being with Malfoy," he said defensively. "Not yet," he added hastily, at Hermione's death glare. Hermione shook her head.
"Uh, Hermione? I think you should know that I haven't told Draco yet," Harry said slowly.
"But why not?" She stared at him. "He obviously likes you, or he wouldn't have snuggled with you," she said matter- of- factly.
"Well..." Harry blushed. "I kind of lied about Filch being outside," he looked down. Ron stared at him incredously. "You lied?!" Harry nodded, turning even redder.
"Well he believed you, didn't he?" Hermione smiled gently. "Look, Harry, you're just going to have to tell him. And you're going to have to do it soon. You know you can't go on keeping this from him if you want to be together." She looked at him meaningfully.
Harry nodded slowly. Hermione made sense, as usual. But the question was not when, but how he was going to break the news to Draco.
Just then, Draco entered the classroom. Harry swallowed nervously as Hermione gently pushed him towards Draco.
Draco stared straight ahead, avoiding anyone's gaze. He angrily wiped lipstick stains from his cheek. He'd been assaulted by a bunch of giggling girls on his way to the dungeons, and in his dilemma over Harry, had been less than ready to escape their advances. Thankfully, he'd managed to get rid of them by a few simple spells. He sighed. Just then, a wonderful scent filled his nose. He closed his eyes. Harry had just sat down beside him. His face tinged with embarrassment. Harry had apparently found the new lotion he'd bought, just to remind him of how Harry smelt. He sank to an even lower level of self- pity.
"Malfoy," Harry started uncertainly. Draco slowly opened his eyes. Harry's voice was so gentle, so raw. Like the rest of him. He felt a cold hand clutch his heart. He didn't deserve Harry, not after all the things he'd said and done to him. He hated himself for having caused so much pain for Harry. He slowly turned.
"Yes?" he managed, his voice cracking. Harry was taken aback by the emotion in his voice. He felt something tug at him. Draco's eyes were shining brightly, unnaturally. He felt his heart break. Draco's eyes were filled with tears. He'd never seen Draco like this before.
"I just wanted to say thanks," he said quietly.
Draco stared at him, then nodded. "You're welcome," he mumbled, looking down. Harry was too nice for his own good. How could he forget what a jerk he'd been?
"I owe you an apology," he suddenly said, looking up at Harry imploringly.
"An apology?" Harry frowned uncertainly.
"I'm sorry for everything. Everything I've said and done from the day you turned down my friendship." His throat constricted. His vision became blurry.
Harry stared at him a moment. A few days ago, he'd have laughed in someone's face if they'd told him that this was going to happen. His expression softened. Draco looked so vulnerable, he wasn't sure how to react.
"I've gotten used to it, I don't know how I'll cope if you stop," he joked.
Draco cast his eyes down.
It's now or never, Harry thought.
"I owe you an apology, too," he started. Draco looked up. "You do?" He looked surprised.
Harry blushed. "Well, yeah. I, uh, I kind of lied about Filch being outside last night," he said softly. He stared at his lap.
Draco frowned. "You lied?" His heart gave a tiny leap. DidHarry, thefamous, honest Harry,lie so he could spend the night with him?
Harry looked up tentatively. "Well, yes, I lied." He smiled sheepishly. "Draco, I've got something I need to tell you."
Dracosimply stared. "You called me Draco," he said slowly.
Harry looked confused a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, that's your name, isn't it?"
Draco laughed. "Harry Potter never addresses Draco Malfoy by his first name and vice versa," he smirked. "But I think it's time for a change, don't you?" his eyes twinkled. "Especially since Harry Potter lied to get into Draco Malfoy's bed?" he smirked.
Harry's face flamed. "It's not like that, really," he protested. "I've really got something important to tell you-"
"Fifteen minutes to complete your potions, testing immediately after." Snape's voicecut him off. "Well, what are you looking at? Get started!"
Harry cursed under his breath. He was so close to telling Draco... He turned towards Draco, but he was already staring at the Potion. He rolled his eyes. Professor Snape redefined 'pain in the arse'. He carefully added the last ingredient to the Potions- a Unicorn hair- and watched in satisfaction as the Potion turned a clear blue. Draco peered over his shoulder. "I think I've finally made a Potion correctly," Harry said happily. "And you have something to ward off your ardent fans with," he turned to Draco and smirked. Draco forced a smile. "Yeah, it's pale blue, exactly the way it's supposed to be." He said it quietly. Harry turned to him, puzzled. Wherehad Draco's earlier good mood disappear to? He was under the impression Draco would be relieved, at the very least, to have something to ward off his fans with. He frowned, then it hit him. Could it be? Was Draco afraid he'd be unable to attract his mate? He shook his head. No… It was probably just wishful thinking on his part. Draco didn't know he was his mate.If only Snape hadn't chose that moment to interrupt... Snape's voice shook him out of his reverie.
"Times' up!" he sounded almost happy. He slowly made his rounds, checking every pair's potion. He looked disappointed when he finished. Apparently, everyone had passed, including Neville, thanks to Hermione's help of course.
"Very well then, you may all drink your potions." Harry took a gulp, surprised at the refreshing taste. Draco didn't drink. Harry knew why, of course. Draco looked at him expectantly. "Well?" he demanded. "Feel any different?"
Harry stared at Draco. Nothing. He blinked. Maybe it worked, he thought flatly. He didn't feel as magnetically attracted to Draco anymore… Then he looked into Draco's eyes. Fuck the potion. He was swept up in Draco's gaze all over again. He melted and smiled stupidly.
Draco watched Harry, worried. He had a weird smile on. Was he happy that Draco didn't have a hold over him anymore? He frowned slightly.
"Well?" he demanded. He had to know.
Harry blinked, shaking his head.
Draco's heart leaped. No? Was Harry saying no?
"No difference," Harry said softly, blushing.
Draco beamed. He leant in. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, his face inches away from Potter. Harry gulped. "Er," he managed. Just then, Neville coughed loudly, choking. Professor Snape rushed to Neville angrily, and Draco himself felt like cursing Neville. Neville had successfully ruined the moment yet again. Harry wasstill attracted to him, though. He smiled. The Unicornus Potion wasn't as effective against elfin veela as it was against veela, but he knew his mate wouldn't be able to resist him very well, even with the potion. Maybe Harry was his mate. He perked up at the thought.
Dinner at the Great Hall was interrupted by Dumbledore. Halfway through dessert, he stood up to make an announcement.
"Due to the importance of this matter, I have no choice but to inform you." A hush fell over the Hall.
"There is an elfin veela in our midst."
The hush turned into a deafening silence. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As you are well aware, you have all consumed the Unicornus Potion during Potions lessons. As such, you have all been more or less protected against the elfin veela's charms," he said slowly. A slow buzz started.
"I have no choice but to reveal the identity of the elfin veela, for your own protection. I suggest it would be best not to unnecessarily provoke him, nor anger him where his mate is concerned, should his mate be from Hogwarts."
He paused. "Draco Malfoy, would you please stand."
Draco slowly rose from his seat. The entire hall's eyes were on him. He held his head proudly, despite the apprehension he was feeling.
"Our elfin veela." Dumbledore gestured towards him. Draco stiffened, nodding curtly before sinking back into his seat. The conversation slowly started up again, and he let out a sigh of relief. Now all he had to worry about were students throwing themselves at him, wanting to be his mate. He groaned. Elfin veela were highly prized; their mate were considered extremely lucky. He scowled. If only his mate would step forward, whoever it was. It would certainly make his life easier.
Harry couldn't sleep that night. Images of Draco looking at him, his face so close to his, the feel of his body against his… He groaned and punched his pillow. How could he let Draco know that he was his mate? He buried his face in his pillow, frustration building up in him. He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Draco's face appeared in his mind, and he remembered the way the blond hairs ran from Draco's navel downwards… He groaned. There was no way he was going to get any sleep that night.
In his dorm, Draco stared at his elfin veela necklace, willing it to let him know somehow who his mate was. He thought of all the possible prospects in Hogwarts. There was Pansy, the most obvious choice, but he shook the thought off immediately. She was not his type, thought everyone thought so. She was too… available for his liking. And besides, she was more of a sister to him. He did prefer guys, anyway. Blaise? He shook his head. Blaise was too straight. And he was his best friend. He thought of a few other students, striking each one off as soon as he thought of them. Then he thought of Harry. Harry Potter. He bit his lip. Harry was the exact kind of guy he would go for- strikingly handsome, smart, innocent, honest, brave (even if he was stupidly brave sometimes), loyal, and yet naughty. He remembered Harry's confession during Potions and smiled, then frowned. How could it be that Harry drove him crazy with the way he smelt, yet he acted like he didn't know anything about being his mate? He frowned. Harry couldn't be his mate, it was probably his subconscious wishing it were Harry.
For the hundredth time, he wished he were friends with Harry Potter.
If anything, Harry would help him find his mate.
The next day passed fairly uneventfully. The Gryffindors had no lessons with the Slytherins that day. Harry didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed, Draco was driving him crazy; he couldn't stop thinking of the blonde. Draco wasn't even present during breakfast or lunch. He dragged his feet toward the Great Hall for dinner, not even pretending to be interested in Hermione and Ron's conversation.
The hall was filling up with students, and he threw a half- hearted glance in the direction of the Slytherin table. To his surprise, Draco Malfoy was there already, in an intense discussion with Pansy and Blaise. He looked away, a rush of helplessness bubbling inside him.
He sat down beside Hermione and Ron absently. Lavender immediately sidled up to him.
"Harry… Too bad you're gay, I was going to have a fun time with you," she purred.
He narrowed his eyes. "How did you know I was gay?"
She smiled seductively.
"I make it a point to know why certain hot guys aren't interested in me," she batted her eyelids at him.
He stared at her.
"Oh you know, I can be really persuasive when I want to… Let's just say I know something Hermione wants to keep secret. She's a very loyal friend," she said, a sly look in her eyes.
Harry stared, dumbstruck. What was she getting at? And Hermione had a secret that he didn't know about? Since when?
"Oh and you don't have to worry about girls like me throwing themselves at you anymore," she continued, a calculating look in her eyes. "Because now practically everyone in this Hall knows you're gay. My, gossip sure travels fast in this school, doesn't it?" she cocked her head, smiling at him.
He glared at her. "You fucking told the whole school?" he could barely think, let alone speak.
She narrowed her eyes. "No one ignores me like you so blatantly did and gets away with it," she whispered. "And anyway, I've got bigger fish to fry." She giggled. "Talk about sizzling, Draco Malfoy looks fine." She winked at him. "Later." She flounced away, leaving Harry in a daze. He absently shoved food in his mouth. Was it just his imagination, but were people talking about him already? He thought he saw a tall, good- looking blonde guy from Ravenclaw winking at him, but he wasn't sure. And were the Hufflepuff girls pointing at him and whispering? And Lavender was after Draco. He sank lower in his seat, his eyes stinging.
At the Slytherin table, Draco was in a dilemma of his own.
"But I thought you said you fancied Potter," Pansy argued.
Draco looked around frantically, then making sure no one had heard, turned to glare at her.
"Keep your voice down, will you? I don't know what to think anymore. Potter's acting so oblivious." He bit his lip doubtfully. "Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe someone else uses the same lotion that Harry does?" The suggestion sounded stupid, even to him. He knew Harry was the one giving off that scent.
Pansy rolled her eyes. Beside her, Blaise opened his mouth to speak.
"You do know what they're saying, don't you? Apparently, Potter's gay," he said quietly.
Draco stared at him.
"Who told you that?"
Blaise looked down. "I overheard Lavender Brown and Granger talking," he muttered. "In the library. Granger said it herself."
Draco frowned. "But why would Granger do that? She's practically Potter's family." He had a mystified expression on his face.
Blaise looked uncomfortable. "Let's just say she had no choice," he mumbled.
Pansy looked at him shrewdly. "Blackmail?" He nodded.
"What does Granger want to keep secret so badly?" Draco demanded. Blaise clenched his jaw. "I can't tell you," he muttered.
Draco stared, then decided to let it go. Anyway, a familiar scent was enveloping him from behind.
He turned, expecting to see Harry, but saw Lavender Brown instead. He frowned slightly.
"Hey, Malfoy. Came to get you a drink," she set a glass down at the table. He looked at it. Pumpkin juice. Lavender was still standing, smiling. Draco was struck by her. She was beautiful. Beside him, Blaise and Pansy pretended to be uninterested, though Blaise looked very uneasy.
Draco smiled at her. "Thanks. Brown, isn't it? Lavender Brown?" Her smile widened. She gestured to the seat beside him. "Mind if I join you?" He shook his head. "Sure, have a seat." He smiled. She smelled heavenly. He bit his lip when he felt her hand on his thigh.
"So," he took a sip of his drink. It tasted slightly more bitter than usual, but he shook it off. "Is that a special lotion you're using? It smells great," he asked in an offhand manner.
She sighed. "Harry only just returned it to me, he borrowed it such a long time ago. Boys," she shook her head, then batted her eyelids at him. "You're different, though," she smiled seductively. "You're in a class of your own." Her hand ran itself slowly along his inner thigh. Draco gulped, reaching for the pumpkin juice to keep his own hands occupied. He nodded at her and smiled, draining the last of the juice.
"I'll get you another one, I'll be right back." She grabbed the glass from his hand and disappeared.
He shook his head. He felt slightly light- headed, but shook it off. Harry borrowed Lavender's lotion. Was Lavender his mate, then? He shook his head. His vision was getting blurry. Beside him, Blaise shook him slightly. "You okay? You don't look so good," he said worriedly. He nodded impatiently. "I'm fine. Maybe Brown's my mate," he said happily. "She smells great." He laughed. Blaise was about to say something when Lavender returned. He turned away, an angry look on his face.
"Here." He smiled his thanks and took a swig from the glass. She watched him a moment, smiling, then rested her hand on his thigh again.
"So. Have you heard? Potter's gay," she wrinkled her nose. Draco grinned. She had a cute little button- nose. He reached out and pinched it. She giggled. He hand reached in higher. He felt himself harden. He winked at her, taking another swig.
"You know, I'm bi myself," he said giddily. Lavender leaned in, brushing her hand against his erection. He closed his eyes. "Still. You prefer us girls, don't you?" she whispered. He opened his eyes. She was staring at him, her face very close to his. He smiled lazily. Her hand stroked his erection harder. He leant in. "Give me a reason." She smirked. Her hand was rubbing his erection now. He moaned, closing his eyes again. "Is that good enough?" She stopped suddenly. His eyes flew open.
"I don't think so," he said slowly, staring at her. Her full lips. She was using a glossy kind of lipstick, it made her lips look liquid. Good enough to eat. He licked his lips suggestively. He definitely felt giddy. This must be it, he thought. Brown's my mate. He leant in, keeping his eyes wide open. Her lips met his halfway. Her eyes were closed. Her lips felt soft against his, but slightly sticky from her lipstick. He frowned.A sudden flash of his dream ran through his mind. His mate was a guy. He dismissed it, however, when her hand stroked his erection once.He moaned, and she hungrily slid her tongue into his mouth. He almost gagged as her tongue forced itself against his. He pushed helplessly, but she held on tight. A wave of panic hit him. She was not his mate. She tasted of sugar, sweet and processed. Not chocolatey- mint. He closed his eyes in desperation.
Suddenly, she was gone. He looked around wildly, gasping. He couldn't see clearly, his vision was blurred… He felt a warm hand holding him down firmly. He let himself go. That scent. Was Brown back? He shook his head, tears building up behind his eyes. He blinked them away, and his vision cleared slightly. He could make out a brilliant green in front of him. He shook his head desperately. Who was it? He blinked again. Harry? He shook his head, trying unsuccessfully to block out the fog behind his eyes.
He groaned as a pair of hands cupped his face. A pair of lips pressed roughly against his own. He pressed his eyes close. Not again. Then he moaned, surprised. Those lips were too soft to be real. Not gooey with lipstick like Lavender's. His mate. It had to be. He moaned softly.
Harry pressed his lips hard against Draco's mouth, blood pounding in his ears. Images of Lavender thrusting her tongue in Draco's mouth, her hand on his erection... He felt anger coursing in his veins. He was Draco's mate. Draco moaned under him, and he felt a sense of satisfaction. He softened. He slowly moved his lips against Draco's, gasping when Draco's tongue slid into his mouth. He welcomed it hungrily. He'd never kissed anyone since Cho, but it felt so natural, to kiss Draco like that... He moved to suck on Draco's lower lip, burying a hand in Draco's unbelievably soft hair and pulling him closer with the other hand. He gently pushed Draco backward, so that he was on top of him. He moaned. Draco's erection was pressing on his thigh. He was well aware of his own throbbing member. He hungrily slid his tongue beside Draco's velvet tongue in his mouth, his hands sliding under Draco's shirt. He felt a hand in his hair and smiled into the kiss. He ran his hands lower still and moaned when he felt the smooth blond hairs just below Draco's navel. Draco gasped and Harry caressed his skin lightly, causing Draco to moan softly. They gently broke apart, gasping for breath.
They stared at each other a moment, oblivious that the whole Hall was watching. Then someone whistled. Draco tinged; Harry already blushing red. Draco opened his mouth to speak, just as someone yelled, "Harry's got lucky!" Harry looked down,slowly sitting up. He avoided Draco's gaze. He didn't feel lucky. It had taken Draco to cheat on him- well, technically it was cheating on him- before he'd got the courage to let Draco know. He felt like kicking himself.
Draco slowly sat up, still gasping. He stole a glance at Harry, and everything made sense. The dream, Dumbledore's meeting, Harry finding his necklace, last night... He felt a stinging pain. He'd kissed Lavender. Right in front of Harry. He cringed when his eyes met Harry's- two swirling green orbs, filled with pain.
"I'm your mate." Harry said it quietly. He looked down. He'd said it, finally. He remembered Lavender and Draco kissing, and he reddened. He wasn't sure if it was from embarassment or anger.
Draco shook his head angrily, trying to get rid of the fog that was still covering his eyes.
He looked at Harry. He was avoiding eye contact. He leant in, placing a finger under Harry's chin, raising it up lightly. Harry raised his eyes, surprised.
"I'm sorry." Draco stared into Harry's eyes desperately, seeing nothing but hurt.
Harry stared as Draco's eyes searched his, struck by the sadness and desperation in the elfin veela's eyes. He knew he should forgive him, all he wanted was to hug him and bury his nose in his hair, tell him that everything was alright... But hefelt impossibly hurt. He'd never felt this way before. His mind kept flashing back to images of Lavender and Draco flirting, Lavender's hand on Draco, Draco leaning in to kiss her...
He shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry too," he echoed hollowly. He slowly stood up, shaking. Draco stared at him, crushed. His eyes filled. He slowly lowered his hand, clenching his fists.Draco Malfoywas not going to cry.
Harry bit his lip, trembling. He couldn't stand to look at Draco anymore, he was afraid he'd break down... He turned and walked out as fast as he could, staring straight ahead. He could hear the whispers and feel the stares. He swallowed. His eyes stung. As soon as he reached the doors, he bolted, wiping away the tears angrily. He finally reached the lake. He usually loved the way it looked at night, magical and beautiful, but tonight it felt like it was mocking him. He collapsed, his breath hitching, and he cried.
The Hall fell silent, all eyes on Draco. He looked around him helplessly. Pansy rushed to him. "Oh, Draco... " She held him carefully, and he fell into her numbly. He pressed his eyes shut. His head was throbbing, and he couldn't see clearly. Harry's voice kept replaying itself in his head. I'm sorry too.He felt hot tears sliding down his face, but he didn't stop them. He couldn't.
Pansy held him gently, her heart breaking. Draco was like the elder brother she never had... She patted his back soothingly. "Fuck off,"she spat at the crowd of onlookers, shielding Draco protectively.
Suddenly, Draco stopped moving in her arms. She froze, looking down. Draco lay still, unconscious. She gasped. His pulse was barely there. She looked up helplessly.
Professor Dumbledore made his way through the crowd. He gently levitated the unconscious body onto a stretcher and ordered Professor Snape and McGonagall to bring him safely to the hospital wing… He turned to Pansy, but Blaise was already comforting her, stroking her head softly.He turned to the glass that Draco had been drinking from. He tasted it gingerly. Alcohol. Strong vodka. He shook his head. Excessive consumption of alcohol weakens their senses considerably and appeal to their Veela side, making them highly vulnerable. He hoped the Draco would make it. For a young elfin veela like Draco, two glasses of strong alcohol was too much. He turned to the Hall.
"Back to your houses, all of you," he said quietly. He caught Hermione's eye. "Get Harry." She nodded, and she and Ron rushed off. He looked at Draco sadly, unconscious on the stretcher.
Behind him, Blaise glared at Lavender. She would pay.
I can't update from next Monday, till Friday, I'll be off to camp. sigh. I'll be back ASAP though. Review!! Hope you like it. (",)