Chapter 3.

YEA! it is smuty just for a warning!


Harry was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"What in the fucking hell are you doing? Why are you touching me! What's your fucking problem?"

Harry saw Draco's face and he could read that he felt lonely and that he did something wrong. Harry hopped out of bed and climbed down the stairs and called for professor Snape.

"What do you want Potter? what's with the screaming?"

"Draco was in my bed sir. And he was touching me and other things too." Harry mumbled lowly enough for only for Snape to hear, because they were drawing a huge crowd over the commotion.

Snape knew his godson was a Veela but he didn't even think of harry being the mate. He was so shocked; he grabbed both boys and dragged them down to Dumbledore's office.

"Ah, Severus, Harry, and Draco what can I do for you, Lemon drop?"

"Sir, I think Draco has found his mate, you remember us telling you he is a Veela right? Well I think Pot-Harry is his mate. "Severus stated.

"And you figured this out how?"

"Harry told me Draco was in his bed." Snape complied.

"But this doesn't prove anything though. We have to find a way to prove that this theory is true. I can tell that Harry is still distressed, so I have a way to do it." Dumbledore told them.

"Can we stop talking like Harry is not here?" harry raised his voice higher then he needed to.

"Well, what we will have to do is have Draco try and calm Harry down, and if it works we know they are Veela and mate. And I will move them into one of the married suites at once."

"How is he supposed to calm me down?" Harry asked more nervously.

"Just to touch you. . . Intimately. Draco if you would please."

Draco stood behind harry and put a hand on Harry's shoulder and even he felt calmer. He slid his hand down to Harry's chest. And a little lower so it was on his bare abdomen. WAIT Draco thought… how did he become shirtless, Draco didn't care though.

Draco moved his hand all the way down to the top of Harry's pants. And he felt drugged he couldn't think clearly. Since he couldn't make the right decisions, and even if he could he would have still done this anyway, he moved his hands below the waist band of the boxers and felt the hard erection there in there. He was in heaven until his hand was yanked out.

"We don't need you to take him down right in front of us! We had to stop you!" Snape said.

Draco growled "Ok we know Harry's my mate, now can we hurry up I want to get back to bed!"

"So eager to get into my pants again Draco?" Harry said sticking his nose in Draco's face.

"That's not the only thing I want to get into too." Draco said as he walked out of the room. Leaving Harry stunned behind him.


Harry and Draco both walked into their new room, and looked around and figured out it only had one bed. And the room had a Anti-magic-breakable-finger-print-pad. Draco put his thumb up to it and it let him in.

. Harry walked cautiously into the room, Draco following right behind him, so close he could sniff Harry's neck if he wanted to. But he restrained himself. He knew this was all strange and unexpected...to both of them. Harry sat down on the bed in the middle of the room, looking up at Draco, whose heavy lidded eyes where already staring into the bright green orbs.

Harry noticed that Draco's breathing was very labored, his chest moving up and down. Harry imagined what it would look like under the clothing...his pale white chest. The muscles. Harry would move his fingertips up and down, caressing the skin...

Stop it Harry! This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about.

But he is just so..

No!

"So-" said Draco, bringing Harry back to reality. "-do you want to do this now? Or tomorrow?" Draco moved around the bed, and climbed in one side, but not before patting the pillow next to him. Harry nodded, and climbed in slowly next to him. Slowly, Draco brought his arms around Harry, his front pressed against Harry's back. Harry's breathing was slightly uneven. This was a new, strange, and slightly unnerving situation.


"Harry...Harry...Harry...wake up." Harry felt himself frown, and flipped over, but a pair of strong arms stopped him, and wacked his cheek gently.

"Hey!" Harry said loudly, while quickly sitting up. Who the hell was doing that?

"Sorry. You weren't waking up." Said the quiet, but all too familiar, voice of Draco Malfoy. Harry turned towards the noise, and saw him on the end of the bed.

"What time is it?" Harry asked. It was the first day of school, and he didn't want to imagine Hermione's face if he was late.

"We have 10 minutes until breakfast."

"10 minutes?" I need to get going." He said hurriedly, and jumped out of bed.

"Er…why?" Draco asked.

"I have to shower, get dressed, pack my bag. If I don't hurry up I'll be late." He explained.

"Oh...I went into class whenever."

"Of course you did. Draco Malfoy can waltz into anywhere whenever he wants." Harry sneered.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Can we get over this now? You are...well, my mate."

Harry looked down, realizing he had just lowered himself to Draco's standards, and nodded.

"To save time...we could...shower."

"I did intend on doing that anyway."

"I meant...together."

"Oh…" was all Harry could say.

They both got up from the bed, grabbing their robes so that when they finished showering, they could put them on quickly. They walked into the bathroom, the boy slid everything off and stepped in the shower and started cleaning themselves. The water bounced off both of their bodies and splashed to the floor of the shower.

Draco couldn't help but marvel at Harry's body. The fine lines of his abs, the muscles contracting as he moved about in the shower, trying to cleanse himself.

Draco heard a thud and looked at the floor in time to see a bar of soap slide behind him.

"Shit," muttered Harry. His glasses were off and the steam was blocking his view. "Hey Malfoy, do you see my soap?"

"Uh, it's behind me."

"Can you get it for me?"

"Get your own soap, Potter," snapped Draco.

"Bastard."

Harry walked past him in the limited space, and squinted at the floor. He saw the bar of blue soap next to the drain.

"There you are."

"Hey Potter, will you hurry! I . . . need . . . that . . . soap . . ." Draco's words faded as he turned to see his mate bent over in an all too tempting position. A crimson blush spread on his cheeks, and he gulped. He felt himself harden slightly at the thought of ravaging Harry in that position.

"Are you enjoying the view Draco?"

Draco blushed and looked down.

"I most certainly am not, Potter. But you can give yourself the satisfaction of pretending I am."

Harry smirked malevolently and slowly walked towards the blonde, brushing his hands along the protruding bones of his spine .He lowered his voice to a husky, seductive tone and said, "you bet your ass I will."

Draco's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.

He looked unbelievingly at Harry, and the brunette promptly ignored him, continuing his shower, lathering his body and rinsing himself off quickly.

"Soaps on the little ledge," Harry told Draco.

"Okay . . ." the blonde responded, looking at Harry to find that the brunette already looking at him. The wizard winked before stepping out of the shower, leaving his Veela dumbfounded.

"What the hell's up with him?" Draco muttered to himself.


Thanks to my beta and wife with helping to write the smut… *Glares at Bella* and my co-author for leaving me with that part! R&R please!