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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!
IMPORTANT A/N: This fic is now being beta-ed by Sharpieyum. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. To everyone who reviewed, thank you so much! Love you loads -
Chapter 10: Transformations
Lucius Malfoy bowed deeply, a cold smile on his face. Beside him, Narcissa did the same. Lord Voldemort waved his hand impatiently.
"The youngest Malfoy is an elfin veela, then," he said it more as a statement than a question.
Lucius smiled thinly. "Yes, he is," he answered shortly.
Voldemort sneered. "And he has chosen none other than Harry Potter as his mate," his eyes burned into Lucius.
Lucius bowed regretfully. "The fates have put them together," he replied smoothly.
"It's a pity, then, is it not? I had grand plans for your son as a Death Eater, but now it seems that I shall have to kill him instead," Voldemort said calmly.
Narcissa started, but Lucius gave her a warning glance. She stood perfectly still, her lips pursed.
Voldemort smiled malevolently at the couple. "You two, of all people, are certain of my capabilities. Rest assured I will do a better job than Miss Brown."
Ron stared at Hermione. She had her head buried in her Arithmancy textbook, oblivious to her surroundings. He quietly replaced her limp toast with a crisp, new piece, and pushed the plate toward her.
"Breakfast is for eating, you know."
Hermione looked up, startled. "Ron," she said, as if noticing his presence for the first time. Ron smiled uncertainly.
"I've got a test today, and, well, you know why I couldn't get any studying done last night," she explained, before blushing furiously.
Beside her, Harry raised an eyebrow. Draco snickered. "The Weasel's got lucky," he smirked.
Ron blushed, and Harry elbowed Draco.
"We weren't the only ones getting lucky at the lake last night," Ron retorted. Hermione's eyes widened. "Ron!" she hissed.
It was Harry's turn to blush. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Harry and I don't get lucky, Weasley. Luck has nothing to do with it." He wiggled his eyebrows at Harry, who smiled weakly. Then, without warning, Draco reached his hand under the table and under Harry's cloak, his hand fumbling slightly with Harry's pants before he felt Harry's cotton boxers. Putting on a perfectly innocent expression, his other hand spooning oatmeal, he rubbed Harry's half-erect member, slowly adding pressure.
Harry, taken by complete surprise, made a choking sound as Draco rubbed harder, his hand working magic.
Ron looked up at them in surprise, and Harry forced a smile.
"What are you--" Hermione looked up from her Arithmancy book, distracted by Ron's sudden lapse of attention.
"Harry?" she asked, confused. Draco turned to face his mate in mock concern, rubbing faster.
"How are you feeling, Harry? You look quite flushed," he raised his eyebrows.
Harry glared at him, biting down hard on his lip as he prepared himself for a climax.
"Harry?" Hermione asked again, this time with a worried look on her face. Ron, however, was looking at them strangely.
"I'm fine," Harry managed, glaring at Draco. He was going to climax any minute now. He clutched his spoon tightly.
Hermione frowned, turning to Ron.
"Merlin!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, his eyes wide. "You're not doing that!" He turned to Draco in disgust.
Draco smirked as Harry suddenly gasped, then abruptly stood up, his face red.
"I, uh, I'll see you at Potions," he mumbled, refusing to meet anyone's gaze, before rushing off.
"What was that all about?" Hermione looked from Ron to Draco, confused. "And his jeans are unzipped, does he know?" she frowned.
Ron made a choking sound, and Draco smiled serenely.
"I think he's just feeling a little stimulated," he smirked at Ron. "He's probably going to get some fresh air. The oatmeal does that to me too, you know. Really gets the juices flowing." With that, he winked at them, before sauntering over to the Slytherin table.
Hermione looked on as he left, frowning. "Boys," she shrugged, returning to her Arithmancy work. Ron simply glowered, looking extremely violated.
"Potter, did you finally decide to grace us with your presence?" Snape sneered, as Harry rushed into the classroom. He glared at the Potions Professor as he slid into the only empty seat in the class, beside Draco.
"Ten points off Gryffindor, for their hero's tardiness," Snape then turned to the rest of the class. "As I was saying--before being so rudely interrupted--we will be focusing on more complex and challenging potions this term. The Headmaster has requested for a new array of Potions to be taught this term."
As Snape droned on, Harry turned to Draco.
"What were you thinking, rubbing me off like that during breakfast!" he whispered angrily.
Draco smirked. "You liked it," he said simply.
Harry stared at his mate. "What?"
Draco turned to face him. "You liked it," he repeated. "Didn't you?" his eyes bore into Harry's.
Harry sighed exasperatedly. "Well, yes, but--"
"Another ten points off Gryffindor, for distracting other students." Snape interrupted their conversation, glaring at Harry.
Harry glared back, his face turning red.
"We'll talk about this later," he whispered heatedly. Beside him, Draco smirked.
"Well? How are Harry and ferret-boy coming along?" Fred asked excitedly. George nodded with anticipation.
Ron shrugged. "They're back together now, and they're more touchy-feely than the Giant Squid," he made a face. Hermione giggled. Fred and George exchanged glances.
"Well, that's great then!" Fred exclaimed. George smiled widely. "So how are the two of you doing?" the twins eyed the couple shrewdly.
Ron blushed. "Er, we're doing great- we're just fine," he stammered.
Beside him, Hermione smiled before hooking her arm in Ron's.
George winked at her. "So ickle Ronniekins has found himself a proper girlfriend at last!"
Fred grinned. "It worked, then!"
George nodded eagerly. "Another bestseller," he said proudly.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What are you two talking about?" she asked.
Fred grabbed something from a shelf behind him. "Our very own love machine," he said smugly.
"Guaranteed, a hundred percent," George piped up.
"Successfully tested on our very own elfin veela and his mate," Fred smirked.
"And, why, I believe our younger brother had the golden opportunity of trying this out too, free of charge!" George exclaimed.
Ron's eyebrows shot up, and Hermione frowned.
"What is that, exactly?"
"This is an aphrodisiac, milady," George bowed, presenting Hermione with a chocolate frog. Hermione took it doubtfully.
"Kiss the frog, and you will find your prince," Fred purred.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Or princess," George hastily added, seeing Ron's confused expression.
Hermione frowned slightly, closely inspecting the frog. She gasped when she noticed its neon pink eyes.
"It's going to be a bestseller," George crowed happily, and Fred sighed blissfully. "We might even decide to have an early retirement from the galleons we're going to make from this," he said.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Could I get a few of those? You know, since we're family and all that...," Ron suddenly said.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing.
The twins exchanged an amused glance, and Fred reached for the shelf again. "On the house," Fred grinned, presenting Ron with a wrapped box as Hermione looked on doubtfully.
"Ah, home sweet home," Draco sighed, collapsing onto the bed as soon as he reached his dorm.
Harry glared at him. "Don't you ever do that again," he said warningly.
Draco turned to him with an innocent expression. "By that, do you mean never do it in public, or never do it, period?"
Harry glowered. "You know what I mean!"
Draco pouted. "There's really no need to get angry, you know. I'd rather you get even," he smirked.
Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Get even?" he sputtered.
Draco smirked. He leaned in, so his lips were inches from Harry's. "I dare you, Potter," he whispered.
Harry stared into his mate's silver-blue eyes, his breath hitching as Draco leaned in even closer and ran his tongue against his lips.
"You dare me?" Harry asked breathlessly, his lips now moist.
Draco nodded slightly. "I don't think that people fully appreciate us as a couple yet," he said, looking into Harry's eyes. "Perhaps what they need is a little public show of affection."
Harry frowned, drawing back slightly.
"I saw Cho checking you out during lunch, right in front of me. And Creevey just can't wait for a moment alone with you," Draco shuddered.
Harry sighed. "The Unicornus Potion seems to be wearing off, if you haven't noticed," he mumbled.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "It has?"
Harry nodded, somewhat miserably. "Hannah Abbot and her Hufflepuff friends were discussing your "perky little ass" during Herbology," he grumbled.
Draco stared at him, before shuddering again. "Ugh," he managed, as horrid images ran through his head.
"And I think Snape would treat me better if you asserted yourself a bit more as my boyfriend," Harry pouted.
Draco narrowed his eyes, concentrating. "I know just the thing for our little publicity stunt," he suddenly perked up.
Harry frowned. "What's that?"
Draco smirked. "I think it's time we had ourselves a little party."
Narcissa frowned, as she and Lucius tried again, unsuccessfully, to apparate inside her son's dorm.
"Dumbledore's anti-apparation spells," Lucius muttered impatiently.
Narcissa clenched her jaw, keeping her temper in check as she impatiently knocked on the portrait. An entire five minutes later the portrait swung open, with a rather disheveled-looking Draco, who was clad only in a pair of tight-fitting black briefs under his cloak.
"Draco!" Narcissa exclaimed, aghast. "Where are your clothes? We could have been anyone!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course I make it a point to know who my visitors are before I open my door to them," he said smugly.
Lucius snorted. "I hope I don't have to see Potter in this state, too," he grimaced.
Draco glared at his father. "No, he is my mate, and only I will have the pleasure of seeing him without his clothes on."
Lucius's eyes suddenly widened, and he turned away, his face becoming red. Narcissa stared at a point behind Draco, her eyes wide.
Draco turned around, frowning. Harry stood behind him, wearing only a tight white tank top and his white cotton briefs.
"I told you to change!" Draco hissed, and Harry blushed. "Your closet's got a bloody locking spell on it," he muttered.
Draco groaned, closing his eyes momentarily.
"Oh, cut the dramatics and do something," Harry whispered irritably.
Draco opened his eyes and, suddenly, Harry was fully clothed, in a pair of jeans and a rather conservative, long-sleeved shirt.
Harry's eyebrows shot up, as did Narcissa's and Lucius's.
"Wandless magic, Draco?" Narcissa asked, evidently surprised. "So soon?"
Draco shrugged. He frowned in concentration, and suddenly he was fully clothed as well.
Lucius sighed heavily.
Draco raised an eyebrow, looking from his mother to his father. "Why are you upset? I was under the impression this would be an achievement, a stepping stone, whatever."
Narcissa looked at Draco, concern shining in her eyes. "The Dark Lord wants you dead," she said slowly.
"Yeah, well, I expected as much," Draco shrugged.
Lucius stared at his son. "This is not a light matter," he said sternly.
Draco turned to his father. "I will not sacrifice my mate for his approval," he seethed.
Harry stared at the heated exchange, feeing both guilty and angry. Then, his eyes widened. Draco seemed to be shining somehow. He blinked, looking closely. Draco was positively glowing.
"Um, Draco?" he tentatively tried to break in, but the Malfoys ignored him, continuing with their argument.
Harry watched, with both fascination and worry, as Draco's hair seemed to grow longer. All at once, Draco suddenly froze.
"Draco?" Narcissa stared at her son, only just noticing the ethereal glow that was emanating from him. Lucius took a step forward, but Draco stared at him and Lucius froze, unable to move.
Draco looked around him helplessly, wincing as a surge of pain tore through his back. He closed his eyes, willing the pain to go away, and miraculously, it did. When he opened them again, Harry and his parents were staring at him with evident shock.
"What?" he asked anxiously.
"Maybe you should take a look in the mirror," Harry replied uncertainly. His mother nodded dumbly, and his father simply stared.
Draco bit his lip uncertainly, turning to the full-length mirror.
"Merlin," he breathed when he saw himself. He looked… exquisite, he thought, as he searched for the right word. His hands trembling, he reached for the elfin veela necklace.
He looked from the necklace to his reflection, unable to believe his eyes. There was no doubt about it. He looked down at himself. His normally pale skin was paler than usual, with an unearthly glow radiating from within him. He felt a ripple against his back and scrutinized his reflection. His wings were silvery and somewhat feathery, exactly like the ones carved on his elfin veela necklace.
"I'm an elfin veela," he whispered, the full weight of it only completely sinking into him then.
He laughed softly. His wings felt like an extra pair of arms. With a sudden flash of inspiration, he extended his wings to reveal their full length. He heard a sharp intake of breath behind him and turned, smiling.
"Draco," Narcissa said, her voice low, "can you transform back?"
Draco frowned. Truth be told, he wasn't sure how he'd transformed in the first place. He slowly shook his head, his panic rising.
"Do you mind, Draco? I can't move," Lucius suddenly said, his face red.
Draco nodded, and waved his hand. Lucius sighed with relief, moving closer to Narcissa.
"I don't know how to transform back," Draco mumbled, frowning.
"What were you feeling when you transformed?" Narcissa asked.
Draco snorted. "I was feeling royally pissed off, if you must know," he glared at his father. "Putting Voldemort before my mate is not a smart move."
Lucius bristled. "Your life is at stake," he said darkly.
Draco laughed mirthlessly. "And it would not be if I were to leave Harry?" Lucius fell quiet.
Harry suddenly spoke up. "Can I touch your wings?"
Draco raised his eyebrows, nodding. Harry moved closer, reaching out. He tentatively stroked his wings. Draco closed his eyes, sighing happily. Harry bit back a smile. Draco's feathers felt different from Hedwig's; they were softer, so it felt much more like touching his invisibility cloak.
Draco opened his eyes, beaming at Harry. "I think I now know how my pet eagle feels when I stroke him," he grinned.
Harry laughed. "Somehow, I don't think that feeling is going to last if everyone finds out about your wings and tries touching them," his smile dropped a notch.
Narcissa sighed. "If anyone else tries touching your wings, Draco, your feathers simply fall out and turn to dust," she recited. "That came from Dumbledore's book. I thought you'd read it," she looked pointedly at Harry.
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "I was only pointing out that he would feel uncomfortable with so many people trying to touch him," he mumbled, his face turning red in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
Draco glared at his mother, who rolled her eyes in a gesture very unbefitting for a Malfoy.
"We must figure out a way to get you back to your original state before anyone finds out the extent of your powers," Lucius said, his voice grave.
"When you said that Voldemort wanted Draco dead," Harry suddenly asked, "what did you mean exactly?"
Lucius glowered at Harry. "Would you stop addressing the Dark Lord by name?"
Harry stared at him, his eyebrows raised.
Lucius sighed exasperatedly. "As you know, Potter,--" Draco cleared his throat. Lucius sighed again. "As you know, Harry, I am a Death Eater."
Harry nodded, his expression blank.
Lucius continued. "The Dark Lord was looking forward to welcoming Draco as a Death Eater, if for nothing else, as a perfect spy on Dumbledore." He paused, choosing his next words carefully.
"Narcissa and I, however, have kept the secret of Draco's Inheritance since his birth. We swore Dobby to secrecy, and the only other witness of Draco's birth was Bellatrix Lestrange. We swore her to secrecy as well, using the Blood Vow," he said heavily.
Harry raised his eyebrows. From Draco's expression, it was evidently a surprise to him.
"Elfin veela are born the way Draco is now," Narcissa explained, "with that glow, and their wings." She smiled at the memory. "They look normal within twenty-four hours of their birth. Bellatrix was ecsastic, for she believed that Draco would be the perfect ally for the Dark Lord, and would ensure his success for as long as he lived. In fact, she was on a hunt for an elixir to provide Draco with immortality," she said darkly.
Lucius nodded. "Draco, however, did not wish to become a Death Eater earlier this year." Harry looked at Draco, surprised, and Draco shrugged, rolling his eyes.
"Of course I didn't, Harry. He's crazy, power-hungry and ugly," he snorted.
Lucius sighed. "That was the time of his Inheritance. And after that, Draco found his mate to be none other than you," he nodded to Harry.
"The Dark Lord knows that Draco is no longer his ally, but rather his enemy, and he is inspired by Lavender Brown's little experiment with alcohol," Lucius continued, darkening. "He also knows that we have kept this secret from him, and his grudge against us is only beginning to grow." He turned to Harry. "He no longer trusts us, but will use us as a gauge for determining Draco's strength."
Harry frowned. "So then his new target is Draco along with me," he said. Narcissa nodded.
Draco rolled his eyes. "This was going to happen sooner or later, anyway," he said, looking from Harry to his parents. "All I have to do is ensure that I don't take any alcohol. How hard can that be?"
Lucius glared at his son. "If Brown could get you drunk, the Dark Lord most certainly can!"
Draco glared back. "I thought Brown was my bloody mate, and I was dead wrong. Now that I know Harry's my mate, I'm not going to make that same mistake again!"
Narcissa bit her lip nervously. Harry did the same, a worried look on his face as Draco started glowing stronger.
"Draco, calm down," he said softly, moving to his mate.
Draco let out a breath of air in frustration, unsuccessfully trying to control his temper. Behind them, a glass vase suddenly fell, breaking to pieces.
"Draco!" Narcissa shrieked, her eyes wide.
Draco stared at the vase in horror, his panic rising.
"Draco, look at me," Harry said, grabbing his mate by the shoulders, so that they were face to face. Harry stared into his eyes, desperately willing him to calm down. Draco took in a deep breath, feeling his anger ebb away.
Harry leaned in, gently pressing his forehead against Draco's. "Calm down, Draco. Think about something happy," he murmured.
Draco closed his eyes, inhaling Harry's soft scent. Without knowing it, his wings had encircled them. Think about something happy. He smiled ruefully. The only happy thing right now was Harry. He moved slightly, burying his head in Harry's chest.
Lucius and Narcissa watched in awe as Draco's wings slowly seemed to retract themselves into his back, revealing the embracing couple. Draco was still glowing, but it was less intense, and it was fading away.
Harry sighed with relief, and gently pulled away. "It's alright now," he murmured softly.
Draco bit his lip. "I need some rest," he said, exhausted.
Lucius and Narcissa nodded. "We will keep this to ourselves for the time being," Lucius warned, and Harry nodded. Draco simply collapsed onto the couch, waving them away.
In Dumbledore's office, Lupin suddenlyfrowned.
"What is it, Remus?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes filled with concern.
Lupin stared at the Headmaster. "The magic level… it's higher. I smell another creature, something not quite human," he said slowly.
Dumbledore eyed him shrewdly. "But it is not yet time," he said.
Lupin sighed. "Mating season is less than a month away."
Dumbledore nodded. "Could they have bonded already?" he raised an eyebrow.
Lupin smiled slightly. "I believe not; Draco's attraction would have increased and Madam Pomfrey would be swarmed with patients."
"The only other way is if he is severely agitated," Dumbledore's brow furrowed. "Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit."
Lupin shook his head no, surprising the Headmaster. "They will come to you when the time is right," he said firmly. Dumbledore stared at him for a long time, before nodding reluctantly.
"Ron," Hermione said suddenly, jolting the redhead from his nap.
"Wh- yes?" Ron sat up, accidentally pushing over his bottle of ink. "Damn, it took ages for me to finish that essay! Now I'll have to do another one by tomorrow for Snape!"
"Here, you can have mine to copy," Hermione said impatiently. Ron raised his eyebrows, a wide smile breaking out on his face.
Hermione blushed lightly. "Where are the chocolate frogs that Fred and George gave us?"
Ron grinned. "So that's what you woke me up for, eh? Hold on, I'll go get one," he got up, heading for the boys' dormitories, and returning with the wrapped box.
Hermione grabbed the box from him, hastily tearing the wrapping apart.
"There's no need to hurry, really," Ron winked.
Hermione ignored him, instead closely scrutinizing a chocolate frog.
"Ron," she paused, "how could this work on Draco? Elfin veela are able to flush out poisonous or unfamiliar potions from their bodies," she frowned.
Ron blinked. "This is about Malfoy, then?" he asked, confused.
Hermione looked up at him, nodding.
Ron sighed. "Ask Fred and George, then," he mumbled.
Hermione frowned. "We felt warm after eating this, didn't we? And there was the light-headed, floaty feeling...," she trailed off.
Ron's eyes widened, as he caught on.
"Alcohol?" he asked.
Hermione bit her lip. "Draco should've passed out, but obviously he didn't."
Ron shrugged, confused. "Maybe it's got to do with whatever else the twins put in there," he offered.
Hermione's eyebrows shot up. "Of course!" She grinned widely at Ron, jumping up. "Ron, you're a genius!" She hugged him, then headed out of the common room. "I'll be in the library," she called before leaving.
Ron shrugged, then smiled, blushing as he thought of the hug.
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