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: Firstly, I have to apologize for taking so long with this chapter. My computer crashed, and I've been updating his chapter on any other computer or notebook I can get my hands on. I can't make any promises for how soon I can update for the next chapter (Chapter Nine), but I will try my best. I hope you like this chapter as much as the rest!
Chapter Eight:Sweet Revenge.
"So," Hermione started. "What are we going to do about Lavender?"
"Nothing can make up for what she did to Draco," Pansy frowned. "That little bitch." She glared.
Blaise rubbed her shoulders comfortingly. "But it will make us feel better if we taught her a little lesson, wouldn't it?"
Pansy narrowed her eyes. "Come to think of it… A little revenge certainly won't hurt the right people," she muttered darkly.
Just then, Draco sauntered over, his arm around Harry's waist. He plopped down beside Pansy, Harry sitting cross- legged next to him. He instinctively placed his hand on Harry's inner thigh, andHarry rested his hand over his. Pansy awed, and Harry blushed. Hermione smiled happily.
"Well. What naughty fantasies of my mate have you been indulging in?" Draco winked at the group. Ron snorted.
"We were discussing Lavender, actually," Hermione said cautiously.
It was Draco's turn to snort. "That fucking bitch," he muttered, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "What about that slut?" he asked angrily.
Ron grinned, ignoring Hermione's disapproving look. Even Blaise couldn't hide his look of surprise. Harry blushed defiantly.
"Yeah, that slut. Well, we were indulging in fantasies of her writing in pain, her skin breaking out into a million horrible zits, her hair becoming all scraggly, and those nasty lips of hers becoming all scaly and raw. And her body ballooning to twice its size and covered in ugly, blotchy spots," Pansy said snidely.
Blaise winced. "Not a pretty picture." He shook his head.
Draco smirked. "Well, youdoknow it takes a professional," he said slowly. Pansy looked at him, an identical smirk forming on her face. "And I do want to have a role in this revenge, when it's me she was targeting…" He looked at the faces around him and grinned evilly. "Here's what we'll do…"
"WHAT? Why ME!" Ron yelled, when he was done. Draco sighed.
"Well, you're the only one of us here who's male and single, aren't you?"
Ron glanced uneasily at Hermione, who sighed. "Yes, he IS single," she said to Draco.
Draco saw it immediately. He stared at Ron, disbelief written all over his face. "You STILL haven't asked her out?" he mouthed. Ron blushed hard. Draco shook his head pityingly, then stopped abruptly. Harry was laughing silently beside him.
He glared at his mate. "Well, it tookme a coma before you had to guts to ask me out," he said.
Harry looked up at him, his eyes wide. He melted. "But who cares, you're mine anyway," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss. Harry happily obliged, and they kissed gently before breaking apart.
Draco sighed dramatically in Ron's direction. "Well, slight change of plans then," he called, leaning in, his grin coming on again.
When he finished, five faces looked at him in awe. He swelled self- importantly. He wasn't a Malfoy for nothing. Ron sighed.
"Maybe it isn't a bad thing after all, having Harry on your side," he said resignedly.
Madame Pomfrey finally let the two boys go, though insisting on a day of rest in their dorms before they went back to their classes. Draco nervously approached Harry. He knew Harry was his and all, but he still felt… he refused to use the word shy.
Harry was, at that moment, clearing all the various gifts he'd received, with the intention of distributing them to his housemates later. He very much doubted that Draco would be happy if he appeared in bed with a tiny black g-string, the words "Fuck ME!" screaming out in neon pink. He shuddered, thankful that there was no name card bearing the name of the person who'd given it to him.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned, surprised to see Draco behind him, an adorably shy expression on his face. He smiled.
"Um, I was wondering if you- y'know, wanted to join me in my dorm or something, since Madame Pomfrey said to stay in our dorms and all, but only if you want to, that is, I don't want to force you or anything- " Draco said in a rush, then abruptly stopped, a pink tinge appearing on his face. He bit his lip nervously.
Harry grinned. "You look cute," his eyes twinkled.
Draco frowned slightly. So his veela side was tingling with happiness. That didn't mean he wasn't slightly embarrassed. He was supposed to be hot, not cute. Cute was for bunnies.
"Harry? Cute is for bunnies. I personally prefer adorable, or drop-dead gorgeous, or a simple hot will do. Not cute," he narrowed his eyes slightly. Harry seemed amused. He glared.
Harry bit back a laugh. "Trust me to end up with a drama queen," he shook his head.
Draco scowled. "I am not a drama queen," he replied wittily.
Harry stuck out his tongue. "You're the biggest drama queen I've ever met in my entire life."
Draco glared at him a moment, then grinned slyly. He leaned forward and captured Harry's mouth in his, his tongue rubbing lightly against Harry's own.
Harry's eyes widened before they slowly closed shut, as Malfoy's tongue did wonderful things to his mouth. His hands buried themselves in the elfin veela's smooth, silky hair, massaging his scalp lightly. Draco let out a soft moan, slowly moving his mouth from Harry's own, down to his neck, where he began sucking lightly on Harry's tanned, slightly salty skin. Harry let out a gasp as Draco softly nibbled on his skin, sending shivers of electricity down his spine. Draco smiled as he sucked harder, causing Harry to moan.
The two boys flew apart as someone cleared their throat behind them.
Draco risked a glance at their visitor and stiffened. Harry looked up slowly and cringed. Professor Dumbledore stood in the doorway, his eyes twinkling, and amused expression on his face.
"Boys, may I have a word with you?"
Harry nodded, and Draco scowled.
"I presume you are both coping fairly well with the unexpected circumstances?" He smiled at Draco.
"Well, what you saw wasn't an act, so there's no need for you to worry," Draco snapped irritably. Harry bit back a smile.
"Well then, Draco, I believe you will be pleased to know that you have been granted access to the Gryffindor common room at any time, to visit Harry. You can obtain the password from any of the Gryffindors, or from the professors. Of course, you will have to see to it that you are accepted yourself," his voice held a warning note, and Draco nodded. He knew what the headmaster meant.
"And of course, Harry will be allowed to visit your dorm at any time." Harry nodded. Draco turned to smile at him, and he smiled back.
The headmaster's face took on a more serious expression.
"Draco, your parents have contacted me from America, where they recently left for. They were tied up in an important meeting, but are expected to Apparate here as soon as possible, presumably later today," he paused. "They are very interested in your welfare, but also in Miss Brown," he frowned slightly. Draco smirked. Harry's eyes widened.
"They are of the opinion that she should be punished, and have suggested involving the Ministry," Professor Dumbledore finished.
Harry stared dumbly. The Ministry? Of course. They were the Malfoys. He felt an unusual feeling of satisfaction wash over him, then smiled grimly. He was enjoying his revenge. Maybe Malfoy and he were far more alike than he thought.
Draco, meanwhile, was smirking. Lavender would have no chance against both him and his parents. "Tell them I will see them as soon as they arrive," he told the Headmaster. "As for Brown, well she deserves it, don't you think?" he smiled innocently at Professor Dumbledore, who frowned slightly.
"Draco, the most important thing is that both you and Harry are safe now," he said earnestly. "I am sure Brown has learnt her lesson. We have already arranged for detention for her."
Draco stared at the Headmaster incredously. Detention for what she did to his mate? And what about what she did to him? She practically killed him. If Harry weren't, well, Harry, he probably wouldn't even have come after Draco the way he did.
He was about to open his mouth to say something quite rude, when Harry beat him to it.
"Um, Professor Dumbledore, Lavender could have killed Draco," Harry paused, looking the Headmaster in the eye. "I really don't think you are in any position to advice his parents on what they want to do." He held his gaze, though it was hard with the Professor's surprised expression.
Draco stared at Harry in awe.
Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry, unsure of what to say. Harry was an elfin veela's mate, but they had not mated as far as he knew. Perhaps the two had a deeper bond than he'd thought.
"Very well," he said resignedly. "I will call for you as soon as your parents arrive. Meanwhile, I suggest you have some food and rest in your dorms," he left the ward, deep in thought.
As soon as he left, Draco turned to Harry.
"Wow," he breathed.
Harry blinked. "What?"
"You actually talked back at your favourite muggle-loving professor," he raised an eyebrow.
Harry punched his arm, and Draco yelled. "What was that for?"
"He's really a nice guy. And Brown almost killed you, if I wasn't pissed at her I'd be stupid." He gathered his things and followed the Professor out of the dorm, turning towards Draco's dorm. He could roughly remember the way from the first time he'd been there. He hoped.
Draco tagged behind, rubbing his arm. Harry was stronger than he looked, buried under all the oversized pass-me-down clothes. He grinned as an image of Harry without his shirt popped in his mind.
"Hey, Potter?"
Harry turned. "Harry or Potter. Choose one and stick to it, Malfoy."
Draco grinned. "Nah, I think I'd like to use both. I have a feeling I'd prefer using Potter in bed," he smirked.
Harry raised his eyebrows, blushing hard. "Bed?" he managed in a strangled voice.
Draco smirked and snaked his arm across Harry's hips.
"You know, when a couple engages in really kinky activities," he lowered his hand. Harry had a really nice butt. Another image, this one of Harry without his shirt and pants, popped into his head and he giggled.
Harry stared at him. Draco was feeling him up under his pants and giggling. He swatted Draco's hand away and frowned. "Why are you giggling?"
Draco abruptly stopped giggling. "I'm not," he snapped. His hand went back to Harry's lower back. Harry sighed, swatting his hand away again.
"I am not going to bed with you so soon," he said slowly, word for word.
Draco removed his hand, turning to Harry with a puppy-dog expression. "Why?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm not ready," he looked at Draco helplessly. "You're the second person who's even kissed me," he added, blushing.
Draco blinked, not taking his hopeful expression off. "Mating season is in one months' time," he said softly. "And I wish I was the first one to kiss you," he added darkly.
Harry looked at his mate. "But I'd be so inexperienced!"
Draco snickered. "And you're not now? That Cho wasn't exactly a good teacher," he snickered.
Harry glared at Draco. "Well you seem to enjoy inexperienced kisses a lot," he snapped.
Draco scowled. "Don't you get it, Harry? I want you to be mine. All mine. My virgin. My mate. And I am not going to be able to keep my hands off you when mating season rolls around," he waited for his mate's reaction nervously.
Harry looked down, his face heating up considerably quickly. He couldn't keep off the smile that was tugging at the ends of his mouth.
He looked back up slowly, and Draco visibly relaxed at his smile.
"One month," he said slowly. Draco nodded. Harry took a deep breath. "I guess one month's long enough to wait," he added. Draco smiled- a real smile. Harry melted. "Thank you," Draco said softly. Harry nodded, leaning in and brushing his lips against Draco's gently. A tingle ran down his back, and he smiled.
"Now where's your dorm again?" he asked as soon as they broke apart, a sheepish smile on his face. Draco rolled his eyes. "I was wondering when you'd ask. It's all the way at the other end." He turned huffily. Harry followed close, rolling his eyes.
"Brown! Wait up!" Lavender turned, raising an eyebrow. What did Granger want? After the whole Harry-Draco episode, too. She stopped, tapping her foot impatiently as Hermione rushed toward her.
Hermione smiled, and she raised her other eyebrow.
"Is this about Harry?" she asked suspiciously. Hermione shook her head and forced a laugh. "Harry? No, this isn't about Harry at all," she smiled widely. Lavender frowned.
"Then what's it about?" Granger wasn't exactly her preferred company.
"Oh, my friend from back home just sent me a new shampoo she's dying for me to try, but I'm really not interested… It's supposed to make my hair look more glossy, but that's what all the shampoos say they'll do, and nothing works for my hair, and besides I really think Ron likes my hair this way… So I was wondering if you'd like to have it? It would go to waste otherwise," she said in a rush, holding out a dark bottle at Lavender expectantly.
Lavender almost laughed out loud. I really think Ron likes my hair this way… Gods, what was with this girl! She shook her head and smiled. Why not?
"Sure, thanks! I'll let you know if it works," she just stopped short of snatching the bottle and flashed Hermione a wide smile.
"No problem. Oh, by the way…" Hermione looked around nervously. Lavender squinted. What was she up to now?
"I was wondering if you could kind of tell me how I could get Ron a little bit more… interested," Hermione hoped she was blushing hard enough. She added in a nervous giggle for the effect.
Lavender smirked. Nothing you do will make a difference, dear.
"Sure thing. In fact, maybe it would help if you wore a little more sleeves. I really think he'd like his girl a little more conservative, you know? And maybe a longer skirt or two. Oh- and maybe you could try asking him along when you go to the library? Spend a little quality time together," she winked.
Hermione forced another high- pitched giggle. "Oh yeah. Giggle. Thanks!" she waved and hurried away. That had been almost too easy. She bristled when she remembered Lavender's answer, though. Ron, like his girl conservative? She snorted. Lavender definitely deserved what she was getting.
Lavender smirked at Hermione's retreating figure, then looked at the bottle in her hand. Hmmm. No harm trying it out. And maybe it was time for another little escapade. Ronald Weasley was in for the time of his life.
Ron frowned at his reflection. "You look fine," Hermione insisted, rolling her eyes.
Ron sighed. "Bloody Malfoy has to have these brilliant ideas involving me," he scowled.
Hermione smirked. "She deserves what she's got coming. And besides, I think Malfoy's going to do a rather good job later," she smiled.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "He'd better," he frowned.
Hermione laughed. "He's a Malfoy. He'd hurt himself if it turned out anything short of perfect."
Ron looked at her from the mirror and smiled. "Yeah. And I can't wait to see how your shampoo worked on Lavender," he snickered. Hermione grinned.
Lavender hummed as made her way to the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione's shampoo turned out to be rather good, actually. There was a gorgeous scent in her hair- she couldn't quite place her finger on it, though. And her hair did look more glossy. She winked at a rather cute Ravenclaw, who blushed accordingly. She smiled widely. Just then, she spotted a flash of red hair in the hallway ahead. Her smile widened considerably. Life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Ron shoved his dinner into his mouth in what he hoped was a normal way. Lavender's hair looked great, and for a moment he worried that Hermione's shampoo had gone wrong, then inwardly shook his head. Hermione would never go wrong, not when it came to potions. Or anything else that involved books, for that matter. Just then, he caught Lavender's eye from across the table, and she smiled at him. He swallowed and managed a weak smile. Draco had been right on mark. Everything was going according to plan. Too bad he was the main lead.
Harry eyed his best friend nervously. "You sure you up for this?" he whispered. Ron nodded.
"At least she looks decent now," he muttered. Hermione swatted his arm. "You're not supposed to be thinking that," she glared.
Ron shrugged. "She is hot, she even got Malfoy to believe she's his mate," he said, then winced as Hermione hit his arm again, this time harder.
"Ow!" Hermione just glared.
"Okay, keep your hair on! She's still a bitch," he scowled, rubbing his arm. Harry laughed silently at this exchange, and was surprised to feel a sudden warmth beside him.
"Hey," Draco said softly, his breath warm on Harry's neck. Harry blushed. "Hey," he smiled.
"Malfoy," Ron said stiffly. Draco turned to him, smiling widely, then wrinkling his nose slightly.
"You are going to feel so much better after I'm done with you," he said haughtily. Harry bit back a smile at Ron's menacing expression.
Draco smiled widely again, before nodding slightly in Lavender's direction. "Her hair?" he asked, looking at Hermione.
Hermione glanced at her watch, then nodded firmly. "Ten minutes." Draco nodded, turning to Ron. "Go on, make your move, smile at her," he said urgently.
Ron sighed.
He reluctantly turned and found Lavender eyeing him again. He swallowed, and managed a somewhat decent smile. To his surprise, she smiled back. Damn, Malfoy's good, he thought, smiling wider. He would never figure out the female mind, but somehow Draco was right when he said that Lavender would come after him next, after Hermione hinted about getting together with him. Apparently, he had potential. He winked, slightly happier now when he thought about it. He really had to be quite attractive. Lavender winked back, and he dropped his gaze, suddenly unsure of what to do.
"She's coming over," Draco whispered, and he looked up. Sure enough, there she was, standing before them. Ron smiled and moved, patting the empty space beside him. She smiled and sank down onto the seat beside him.
"Ron," she said huskily, and Ron looked at her, unsure of what to say again. Draco kicked him under the table, and he cleared his throat nervously.
"Lavender," he managed in a slightly high voice. He cleared his throat again. Lavender laughed lightly, turning to Harry and Draco.
"So. You're both fine, I see," she said casually. Harry didn't miss the glimmer in her eyes.
"Yeah, we're fine. Seems being in the same hospital bed was all it took for us to bury that childish little rivalry we used to have," Draco said evenly, smiling tightly. Harry nodded, smiling at Draco her benefit.
Lavender fumed, but kept her smile pasted on her face. "Well, congrats, you two. I'm sure the whole school's really happy for the both of you," she simpered.
Draco smirked. "We know. We already got the well-wishes coming in." He nodded towards the Slytherin table, where the place he had vacated to join Harry was heaped with gifts and notes. "Our dorm's full of them too," Harry added, placing added emphasis on our. Lavender's smile faltered a little.
Hermione surreptiously glanced at her watch, and Ron cleared his throat.
"Um, so, Lavender," he began.
She turned to him, her smile back on full-watt.
"Yes?" she said sweetly.
Ron smiled in what he hoped was a shy manner. He was already blushing enough as it was, his face felt very hot.
"I was wondering if you…"
Lavender cut him off. "You know what, Ron?" she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
Ron swallowed elaborately. "What?" he said hoarsely.
"I really think we should continue this discussion somewhere a little more… private." She leaned in closer to him.
On cue, Ron's eyes widened.
Lavender laid her hand on his lap, mistaking his reaction for one of hopeless adoration.
Ron swallowed.
"It's not that," he stammered.
Lavender frowned slightly. "Huh?" she said, blinking at Ron's now-disgusted expression.
Ron made a face, his voice suddenly back to normal.
"Your hair," he pointed.
Lavender froze. Her hair?
Suddenly, the whole hall fell quiet, eyes turning to the Gryffindor table. Lavender was acutely aware that she was the center of attraction. Or her hair, rather. She swallowed nervously, gingerly reaching out to touch her hair.
"I really wouldn't do that if I were you," Draco said affably, a smirk on. Harry simply smirked, looking unsettingly a lot like his mate.
Lavender looked at Draco, her eyes wide. "Why not?"
Draco shrugged. Lavender turned to Hermione. "Hermione," she whispered nervously. "What's wrong?"
Hermione stared at her with a look of utter helplessness, courtesy of Draco's coaching of course.
"Oh, Lavender!" she exclaimed, loud enough for the entire Hall to hear. Which wasn't difficult, considering the sudden hush.
"What is it!" Lavender asked, louder and more desperate. A waft suddenly hit her nose and she nearly gagged. With horror, she realized that the fumes were emanating from her hair.
"Hermione!" she exclaimed.
Hermione stared at her, transfixed. Even she had to admit that her potion really was something. Lavender had a thousand tiny, scaly green snakes growing on her head, in one huge mess. The worst part of it was the pungent green fumes that they gave off with every hiss.
"I think I must have given you the wrong bottle," she managed in a tiny voice.
Lavender stared at her helplessly, her eyes wide with horror. "What is it?" she whispered, desperate to know what had happened to her hair.
Hermione stood up and gently held Lavender up. "Maybe it would be better if we brought you to the hospital ward as soon as possible," she said, lacing her voice with worry. Lavender nodded numbly, allowing Hermione to guide her.
They were at the door of the Great Hall when Hermione abruptly turned. Every single person was looking at them. Lavender's face was beetroot, her eyes glazing over.
"Hey, Ron, you coming?" Hermione said, not needing to speak very loudly for him- or the entire hall- to hear.
Ron shook his head slowly. "Maybe when she's… uh, better," he said slowly. Draco snickered, loud enough to cause another snort of laughter. A chain of soft giggles followed. Lavender burned with embarrassment. "Let's go," she hissed, pulling Hermione's arm. Hermione complied, keeping her head down to hide her smirk.
Draco watched in satisfaction as they exited the Great Hall. The conversation slowly started, and Harry sighed.
"Do you think Dumbledore'll come after us for this?" he asked worriedly.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Relax, Harry. He won't, not when he's up against my parents," he drawled confidently. Ron nodded. "That was good," he said excitedly. "Did you see the look on her face when I said I wasn't coming!" he grinned.
Beside him, Seamus joined in. "Yeah, you did a pretty good one on her, Ron," he snickered. "The snake in hair look really isn't her, hot as she is," Dean piped in, shaking his head and smirking.
"She really stinked," Neville said, and the table erupted in noisy laughter.
Draco shook his head in wonder. Gryffindors were really something else. From the Slytherin table, Pansy and Blaise had similar expressions of amazement and satisfaction.
"Weasley, it would help if you sat still," Draco growled.
Ron scowled. "You wouldn't be still either if I was the one doing your hair," he retorted.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course I wouldn't, looking at how you do your own hair." He shuddered.
Ron snorted, but kept still as Draco pulled, tweaked, cut and styled. He yawned. Thankfully, this was the last phase of his "makeover". So far he'd had to go through an entire wardrobe makeover, complete with a shopping trip to Hogsmeade. Although that had been somewhat better, since Harry had been subjected to the same torture by Draco. Now, though, he'd been subjected to an exfoliation, a facial, and Draco knew what else. He felt like a proper girl.
"You know, I really would not mind if you hurried up a little," he grumbled. Draco ignored him.
"It's been SIX HOURS!" he yelled. Draco glared at him from the mirror, tugging particularly hard on his hair. Ron shut up.
Draco added a few final touches and said a spell to make sure everything stayed in place, then rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. "Done!" he said, standing back to admire his work.
Ron stared at his reflection.
"Pretty darn good, even if I do say so myself," Draco commented conversationally, looking at Ron expectantly.
Ron stared back at him.
"MALFOY! You've been in there for hours! Are you done? Can we see?" Hermione yelled from outside Draco's dorm.
Draco smirked at the speechless Weasley as he opened the door grandly.
Shocked would have been slightly mild.
"Oh. My. God." Hermione stared. Harry's jaw hung open behind her.
Ron blushed hard.
"Well?" Draco smiled proudly, waving his hands towards Ron. "What do you think?"
Hermione slowly tore her eyes from Ron.
"When's my turn?" she demanded.
Draco smirked.
"When Weasley here admits how good I am," he swelled self-importantly.
Harry stared at the elfin veela.
"How come I don't get a makeover?" he asked, smiling.
Draco looked at his mate with happiness. There was no mistaking the note of pride in his voice.
"Because I love you exactly how you are," he said softly.
"But not my clothes," Harry smirked.
Draco snorted. "You call them clothes?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "What did you do to Ron, anyway?" he asked, squinting at his best friend.
Ron glared back. "He sat me through a six-hour long makeup session," he snapped. "You're lucky you're his mate and heloves you exactly how you are," Ron mimicked in a high-pitched voice. Draco glared at him, and Harry grinned.
"You really should thank Draco, he did a great job," Hermione suddenly said.
Draco smiledsweetly at her, and Ron groaned.
Lavender pressed her eyes shut as she heard footsteps approaching.
"You know, she really did look horrible last night. I'd feel lonely if I were her." Lavender frowned, her eyes still shut. It sounded a lot like Pavarti.
"But she deserved it. You saw what she did with Draco the other night. He nearly died," another voice replied angrily. Lavender could feel her face heating up. Was that Hannah Abbot? She clenched her jaw in frustration. That girl was a Hufflepuff!
"Well, you know she's got a reputation for being, well, a slut," Pavarti's voice came on again, with an edge to it. Lavender scowled. She couldn't help it if guys were falling at their feet for her.
"Serves her right, when she couldn't even get Ron Weasley to follow her to the ward yesterday," Hannah snickered.
Lavender bristled. Ron Weasley wasn't even hot to begin with. It was all Granger's stupid fault.
She lay as still as possible, as the conversation died down and footsteps stopped at her bedside. After a few moments of silence, she faked a huge yawn and blinked, pretending to only just awake.
"Pavarti! Hannah!" she exclaimed, injecting mock pleasant surprise into her voice
"Hey, how you feeling?" Pavarti asked, a note of concern in her voice. Lavender sighed. Trust the Gryffindor to be noble at heart.
"My hair's okay, but Madame Pomfrey wants me to stay a little while longer," she said carefully. Ithad actually beenher idea to stay a while longer, but they didn't need to know that. She needed some time to recuperate after her horribly embarrassing moment, after all.
"Oh." Hannah looked around, apparently trying to come up with something approapriate to say.
"You know, Ron had a makeover," Pavarti suddenly blurted out.
Lavender frowned, genuinely surprised this time. "He did?"
Hannah nodded. "Malfoy gave him one," she sighed. "He looks gorgeous now," she added dreamily.
Lavender's eyes widened.
"He does?" she asked.
Pavarti nodded excitedly. "Malfoy is a genius," she proclaimed. Hannah giggled.
Lavender smiled, but her mind was working furiously. Ron, gorgeous? She suddenly faked a yawn.
"You know, it's been really nice seeing you two, but I'm feeling a bit tired," she said apologetically.
Pavarti frowned. "We're so sorry! We'll come back later then, and let you rest now," she sprang up from her seat.
Hannah nodded emphatically. "You rest and get well soon," she added, smiling. Lavender smiled back. Honestly, how these people could be so nice was beyond her.
As the two girls left the ward, Lavender lay still, frowning. She wasn't done with Ron Weasley. Not yet.
"Father," Draco smiled. Lucius Malfoy nodded at his son. Beside him, Narcissa Malfoy rushed to her son. "Draco! We're so glad you're safe," she exclaimed.
Draco gently released himself from his mother's almost suffocating embrace and rolled his eyes.
"Harry saved me," he said simply.
Lucius Malfoy narrowed his eyes, clearing his throat.
"Now, about the choice of your mate-"
Narcissa shot him a look, and he fell quiet. Draco smirked.
"Where is Potter, then?" she asked, turning to Draco.
Draco frowned. "He's in the bathroom. He's trying to make his hair presentable," he smirked. His father snorted, and he glared at him. Lucius Malfoy sighed. Trust his son to choose Harry Potter. As if explaining to the Dark Lord that his son was not going to become a Death Eater wasn't going to be difficult enough. Thankfully the Dark Lord would be smarter than to harm him, given Draco's powers.
Just then, a cough sounded behind them. Three pairs of eyes fell on the same person.
Harry stood behind them, smiling somewhat uncertainly. He was wearing a perfectly pressed long-sleeved white shirt, with black dress pants and shiny black shoes. His hair still looked messy, but in a more stylish manner. Draco swallowed. Against the soft lighting in his dorm, Harry looked perfect.
"Harry," Narcissa Malfoy smiled, reaching out an arm.
Harry walked towards them, shaking Narcissa's hand. Her hand felt warm and soft. He smiled back at her; her eyes were warm and friendly. She was a very different woman from the one he had seen before.
He turned to Lucius Malfoy, unsure of what to do. Lucius nodded curtly. Draco cleared his throat, and he reluctantly reached out his hand. Harry shook it, slightly amused.
Harry moved to Draco's side, not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do or say next.
Draco rolled his eyes. Trust his parents to turn awkward in the presence of his mate.
"Well, if everyone will have a seat, we can talk while dinner is served," he drawled.
Draco had added a couch to his dorm, so that there was enough space for everyone to sit comfortably. As soon as they were all seated, he cleared his throat.
"Father," he began. "What are you planning to do concerning Brown?"
Harry looked at Lucius with interest.
"We're charging her with attempts of eradicating an endangered community in the wizarding world, attempts of murder, and of course, known attacks on an elfin veela." He smirked.
Beside him, Narcissa frowned. "She could have killed you, Draco. You're lucky Harry was there," she turned to Harry and smiled.
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"Uh, what's going to happen to her if she, well, gets convicted?" he asked, frowning.
Lucius looked at him incredously. "She'll be sent to Azkaban, of course," he said, then rolled his eyes at his wife, who looked at him disapprovingly.
Harry swallowed as an image of the Dementors flashed through his mind.
Draco noticed Harry's pale expression and reached for his mate's hand, squeezing it tightly.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice tight with concern.
Harry nodded slowly, then shook his head slightly. "Dementors," he said quietly, looking down, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Draco sighed. He understood Harry's reluctance.
"Maybe we shouldn't push for Azkaban," he turned to his father.
Narcissa nodded, seeing Harry's obvious discomfort.
"The trial itself will be difficult enough on her, and with The Daily Prophet covering it as well, she will be facing enough animosity from the wizarding world to last a long time," she said, smiling gently at Harry.
Lucius Malfoy sighed heavily. He didn't like the Dementors either, but... He shook his head quickly. He didn't want to start identifying with the boy.
Draco cleared his throat. "Father, wait till you listen to what we had Hermione do to Brown..." he continued, feeling slightly relieved as the tension in the room quickly disappeared. His change of subject had worked, even Harry was laughing.
Lucius Malfoy smiled at his son, happy that at least the Malfoy charm hadn't left him. He inwardly cringed, though, at the thought of such an apparently close relationship Draco had developed with Granger and the Weasley boy in such a short time. Potter was enough; his sidekicks were a bit too much for him on such short notice.
Lavender stared in disbelief, together with the rest of the school, as Ron Weasley walked into the Great Hall, Hermione by his side.
Draco Malfoy was a genius. Either that, or Ron must have undergone surgery. And Hermione- Lavender swallowed. It looked like she was going to face some competition soon.
Ron sank into a seat at the Gryffindor table, oblivious to the attention as Seamus immediately started a discussion on the Chudley Cannons. Hermione cleared her throat, kicking him under the table. He caught her eye and nodded slightly.
Hermione smirked to herself as Lavender sidled over to her and Ron, surreptiously squeezing in the middle of the both of them.
"Ron," she said breathily, placing her hand on his thigh.
Ron froze before turning to her. On the other side of him, Seamus leered at Lavender, running his eyes over her skimpily-clad body slowly.
Lavender ignored him, smiling instead at Ron.
"Lavender," Ron said curtly, nodding at her.
Lavender sighed inwardly. Ron Weasley was a little irritating, but too hot to pass up. She ran her hands higher up his thigh.
Ron smiled tightly, placing his hand over hers and firmly moving it away from his more sensitive areas.
"So the hair's back to normal?" He asked, trying to keep his tone light. Behind Lavender, Hermione looked as if she were about to cry, her eyes downcast and her hands under the table. Ron smiled inwardly. Hermione was an astoundingly good actress.
Lavender followed his gaze and smirked, before turning back to Ron.
"Yeah, you can't know how relieved I am," she flipped her hair for added effect.
Ron smiled. Hermione had unscrewed the bottle, and with a quick flick of her wrist, had emptied the clear, shiny crystals into Lavender's drink. She resumed her previous depressed pose again.
"Well, you look much better now," Ron said, faking another wide smile. Lavender smiled back, her hand roaming again.
Ron cleared his throat, but she only met his eyes and winked. He turned to Seamus.
"Hey, Seamus- you wanna exchange places with me?" He grinned at Seamus's expression of disbelief.
"You bet," he drawled, and Ron quickly stood up. Lavender stared at him, her hand flopping down onto the empty seat left by Ron.
Seamus quickly occupied the vacated space, and Ron moved to sit in his place.
Lavender glared at Seamus, and at Ron, who was behind him.
Seamus sighed dramatically.
"Give me a chance, babe. I'm hot too, you know. Ron's not the only good-looker around here," he winked at her.
Lavender raised an eyebrow. Seamus was hot, there was no doubt about it. But after the other night's humiliation, she had to get back at Hermione. Speaking of whom...
She leaned into Seamus suddenly. "I'm pissed off at Granger. You saw what she did to my hair," she hissed.
Seamus raised an eyebrow. "You had it coming," was on the tip of his tongue, but he managed to stop short of blurting it out.
"Well, yeah," he said uncertainly. Behind Lavender, Hermoine was pushing her food around on her plate. He swallowed. He didn't like the gleam in Lavender's eyes.
Lavender sighed impatiently, snapping her fingers before Seamus's face. He blinked, turning his attention back to her. She smiled thinly.
"I know you want me, Seamus." She stared at him. He frowned. "So here's the deal- you help me ina little payback, and I'll let you sleep with me."
Seamus stared at her. Lavender frowned. He was supposed to have jumped at the chance, not think it over.
"What's wrong?" Lavender asked, a bit snappily. Seamus opened his mouth as if to say something, when Ron suddenly broke in.
"Lavender," he started. Lavender turned her glare onto him.
"Before you think up any more schemes,I suggest you calm down and have a drink," he said slowly.
Lavender stared at him in disbelief. The nerve. "I don't recall having invited you into the conversatoin," she said coldly.
Ron shrugged, standing and moving to sit beside Hermione. Lavender seethed as she watched him put his arms around her shoulders and whisper in her ear.
"As soon as she drinks it," he whispered nervously. Hermione nodded slightly.
Seamus pushed her drink closer to her. "Maybe you shouldcool down a little," he saidslowly.
Lavender rolled her eyes before grabbingher pumpkin juice.She downed it in one gulp, the taste burning in her throat. She frowned, then shook her head. Who cared what the pumpkinjuice tasted like? She had more important matters to take care of.
"Here goes," Ron said softly,watching Lavender shake her head. Heleant in, closing his eyes as he positioned himself. He felt awkward. He could feel Hermione's breath against his lips, and he gulped beforeclosing the gap between them.
Hermione pressed her eyes shutas soon as she felt Ron's lips against hers.A tingling sensation ran down her back, and she tentatively moved her mouth against his before she felt his tongue pressing against her mouth. She parted her lips, and gasped whenRon's tongue entered her mouth, tantalizingly running against her teeth. Shecould feel her blush deepening as she realized that Ron had one hand gently supporting her back,while his other hand was roaming somewhere beneath her shirt, up front. She reached out and Ron moaned as she buried her hands under his thick hair.
Lavendernarrowed her eyes at the kissing couple, her chest tightening considerably. A sudden floaty feeling overcame her, and she burst out into a giggle.
"Seamus," she slurred.Seamus stared at her, bewildered at the sudden change.
Shemoved to sit closer to him. "They're kissing, and everyone's staring at them making out instead of me."She pouted,eyes downcast.
Seamus felt his eyebrows shootingup at their own accord.
She suddenly looked up again, a familiar gleam in her eyes.
"I know what I'm going to do," she exclaimed triumphantly. Seamus frowned. She seemed a little woozy, come to think of it.
"You sure you're alright?" He was cut off as she suddenly stood up.
Seamus's eyes widened as sheclumsily climed onto the Gryffindor table.
Ron gently pulled away from Hermione at that moment, and froze a moment at the sudden silence around them. Then Lavender caught his eye. Hermione was already staring at her as if she wasn't sure of what she was seeing.
Lavender blew a kiss from her spot, then started swaying her hips seductively. Someone catcalled, and soon there were more whistles and shouting. Only the Gryffindors and the girlsstared at her in horror.
She bent down, revealing a lot of cleavage and leg, and picked up a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Then, with a flourish, she poured it over her top, flinging the pitcher into the air. She absently noticed someone catching it before it fell, and she rubbed her hands along her top, moving her body in sync with her hands.
Ron abruptly turned to the Slytherin table, where Blaise caught his eye. He nodded slightly.
"Slut!" He suddenly shouted. Beside him, Pansy screeched. "Get off that table, you slut!"
The Hall suddenly went quiet as Lavender abruptly froze and looked around drunkenly. She giggled as Professor Snape levitated her to the ground, where she accordingly lost her balance and fell onto him.
He angrily pushed her away, a disgusted expression on his face.
Lavender grinned up at him. "If you like it that way, I can give it to you," she said, loud enough for the Hall to hear, considering their silence.
Professor Snape looked as if he was about to explode.
"Eighty points for behaving with complete lack of self-respect, another eighty for encouraging rowdy behaviour, and hundred for suggesting something that I will not tolerate." He glared at her, and she burst into tears, sobbing loudly.
Professor MacGonagall stepped forward, gingerly bringing her to the hospital ward. The noise level in the Hall slowly resumed, and Ron turned to Colin Creevey, who nodded excitedly. He smirked at Hermione, and gave a thumbs up to Blaise and Pansy at the Slytherin table. The Daily Prophet tomorrow was going to be a very exciting edition.
Professor Dumbledore shook his head from the teacher's table, sighing. He knew the effects of a well-concocted alcohol potion when he saw it. He re-read the letter that had just arrived, and thought back on the evening's events. Sadly for Miss Brown, Lucius Malfoy looked like he was going to win this fight.
In Draco's dorm, oblivious to the happenings at the Great Hall, Draco smiled at the sight of his mate, sprawled on the couch.
"Well that went well, didn't it?" he asked breezily.
Harry stared at him in disbelief.
"Your father hates me," he stated. "And your mother can't wait to havefucking grandchildren."
Draco stared at him a moment, then smiled. "They'll love you as much as I do soon enough," he said cheerfully, disappearing into the bathroom.
Harry heard the sound of water rushing and humming minutes later, and he sighed heavily. Living with Draco Malfoy was not easy.
Two hours later, after Draco was finished with his rather long bath and Harry was done with a quick shower, Draco yawned, climbing onto his bed.
Harry stayed at Draco's desk, scribbling the last paragraph of his Potions essay that was due the next day.
"Harryyy." Draco whined.
"Mmm-hmm," Harry replied absently, furiously scribbling away.
"I can't sleep without you." Draco crossed his arms, scowling.
Harry grunted in reply, finishing his last sentence.
"Fine. I hope you're happy when I have ugly, dark circles around my eyes with sagging eyebags and a horrible Veela heartache because my mate would rather do his Potions homework than snuggle with me," Draco snapped.
Harry turned, sighing. He couldn't help noticing that Draco wasn't wearing a shirt, though. He blushed as he thought of what he might be wearing underneath the covers.
Draco noticed his blush and pouted. "You don't care about me," he accused. "You're only lusting after me," he snarled.
Harry climbed into bed next toDraco, feeling a little inadequate as he unconsciously compared his baggy, hand-me-down pyjamas to Draco's well, bare, deliciously irrestible skin.
"That's not true and you know it," he retorted, looking into Draco's eyes.
The blonde softened slightly, but still pouted.
Harry bit his lip. Maybe this wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.
"Look, I'm really sorry. You know how it is for me during Potions, Snape absolutely hates me," he said miserably.
Draco looked at him, a smile tugging at the ends of his mouth. Harry smiled hopefully.
"So why don't you just do it earlier?" Draco asked, frowning.
Harry looked down guiltily. "You know how much I hate potions," he said defiantly.
Draco smiled abruptly, moving closer to Harry. He rested hishead on Harry's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, too," he said softly.
Harry stared down at the blond head, surprised by the sudden change in Draco's temperament.
"You are?"
"Yeah," Draco turned to look at him, shifting his weight. Harry blushed as the covers moved to revealthe pair of tight black briefs Draco had on.
"For what?" He swallowed, turningback to Draco.
"For being so whiny," Draco mumured, leaning in tonibble on Harry's earlobe.
Harry's eyebrows shot up.
"DidI just hear what I thinkI heard?"he asked,smirking.
"Mmmhmm," Draco breathed intoHarry's ear, wipingthe smirk off his face as Harry blushed hard, delicious sensationsrunning down his body straight to his groin.
Draco moved down to lick Harry's neck, andHarry let out a squeak as Draco skilfully nibbled softly. Draco looked up, smirking.
"Goodnight,Potter," his smirk widened as Harry blushed harder.
"Goodnight,"Harry managed in a strangled voice. Draco suddenly smiled, and Harry visibly relaxed.
He doesn't know what he's got coming, Draco thought smirking to himself as he casually laid his head in the crook of Harry's neck, wrapping his arm across Harry's chest and entangling their legs together. Harry's warmth felt wonderful against his bare skin. Speaking of which...
"Potter," Draco drawled, his voice muffled.
"Yes?" Harry replied, his voice unnaturally high. Draco smirked to himself.
"Your shirt's sticking to me. It's uncomfortable. And your pants are all scratchy," he said, adding a slightly whiny veela effect. Harry froze. Draco's smirk widened. "Could you take them off? Please?" He looked up at Harry, looking at him pleadingly.
Harry blushed furiously,apparently speechless.
"But if you don't want to, it's okay. I don't want to upset you," Draco was saying, biting his lip in a way that made him look simply adorable. Harry had read something -thanks to Hermione, of course- about elfin veela and veela in general being afraid to upset their mates the most, but right then, he very much doubted thatDraco was worried about upsetting him.
"Um, if you really want me to, I'll take them off," Harry mumbled, his face red. Draco smiled, moving to hug his midsection suddenly, from where he was snuggled up to him. Harry bit his lip, wondering if he could possibly blush any more.
"I'll get out of the way," Draco smiled sweetly at him as he shifted, and Harry managed a weak smile in return. He self-consciously pulled the shirt over his head, feeling a rush of cool air against his bare skin that made his nipples harden. He looked down at his pants, refusing to meet Draco's eye. He reached down and quickly yanked at the buckle, pullinghispantsoff quickly. Left in his cotton boxers, he frowned, unsure of what to do. Just as Draco reached out his hand, he jumped out of bed.
"I'll go keep my clothes neatly," he laughed nervously. "I still need them tomorrow morning."
Draco sighed in frustration. "You can use mine," he said quickly, but Harry was already halfway across the room, taking his time with folding his clothes and placing them in a neat pile on Draco's dresser.
As he walked back, though, Draco bit back a smile. Harry's cotton boxers were really quite tight, espeacially in a certain area. He grinned at Harry, who smiled weakly.
"That feels so much better." Draco snuggled up to Harry properly, smirking once more as he felt the other boy's erection pressing into his thigh.
Harry stayed perfectly still, not trusting himself to move.
"Yeah," he managed awkardly in reply.
A few moments of silence passed, Harry's agony increasing as Draco's warm breaths tickled his neck.
"Um, Draco?" he asked, nervously.
"Yeah?" Draco looked up at him questioningly.
"I, uh, have to go to the loo," he managed.
Draco raised an eyebrow lazily.
"But you went just moments ago," he stated.
Harry pursed his lips.
"I need to relieve myself," he glared at the blonde, making his meaning clear.
Draco grinned at him mischievously. He moved subtley, causing Harry to gasp as he felt Draco's own erection against his.
"Turns out I do, too," Draco drawled.
Harry stared at him, blushing.
Draco smirked, rocking his hips slightly.
Harry closed his eyes at the friction.
Draco moved again, harder this time. Harry opened his eyes, and Draco was surprised to see a hunger in them.
Harry smirked as he suddenly jerked his hips up against Draco's.
Draco let out a soft moan.
Then they were both rocking against each other, in perfect rhythm, until Harry suddenly moaned loudly, clutching Draco tightly as he came. Draco took in the sight of Harry, his back arched and face filled with lust, and he swallowed thickly as he came, moaning softly. They both relaxed against each other, their sweaty bodies tangled up in each other.
Draco looked at Harry, who smiled shyly, blushing. Draco smiled back, brushing off astray strand of hairfrom Harry's forehead.
"I know I'm going to sound incredibly stupid and regret this tomorrow morning, when I've become sane again, but I think I've fallen in love with you," he murmured.
Harry smiled, leaning in and kissing Draco chastely on the lips. "Goodnight," he said simply, resting his head on Draco's shoulder.
Draco stared at him a moment, afraid to believe that what he was seeing was real.
"Oh and- you'd better not regret it tomorrow morning," Harry suddenly muttered, his eyes closed. Draco grinned as he snuggled up against Harry, closing his eyes.
A/N: There, that's done. I hope you're happy with the revenge. I thought the tabletop thing was a bit slutty, but well. The trial's in the next chapter. I'll try my best to update as soon as possible. For now, tell me what you think and I'll love you to bits.