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Pairing: Harry/Draco so this is SLASH.
No MPREG in this story though it is IMPLIED that it happens in the future. If, by some odd reason, I change my mind, I do apologize now.
Also, Blaise Zabini is a girl in this story of mine. I know that in book 6, JKR finally reveals the gender of Blaise, but this was started before book 6 and anyways, I am not JKR so anything, ANYTHING, I write here is AU.
MY STORY IS AU.
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CHAPTER FIVE
HISTORY OF VEELAS cont.
The Veela Language is very lyrical in its beginnings. There seem to be no delineating mark between consonants and vowels. A single quote mark can change a word from one meaning to another but it is curious that there is a singular effect to that usage, for example: I is A but my is a'a, same letters to show person but separated by that mark. Veelas know their language instinctively. Their mates, upon claiming, are able to learn the language more quickly than a non claimed human. Mates, before the bonding, are frequently already multi-lingual.
Some examples are:
Mate: alona, bedine, and hayana
I love you: A nian asa.
You're my chosen: Asa'r a'a bedine.
I love you, mate: A nian asa, alona.
You're mine: Asa'r oin.
May the Goddess shine on you: Ain e Shialla sini'n asa
Shine on you- sini'n asa
On-n
May-ain
The-e
Goddess-shialla
Shine on-sini'n
You-asa
Mine-oin
My-a'a
I-a
You're-asa'r
Love-nian
Excerpt from : The Veela Language
By: Della Constatine
Information courtesy of The Hogwart's Library
anno domini merlin 1976.
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None.
None.
NONE!
That was the only word that Draco could get past his head. Not one of the nineteen boys paraded in front of him, of his year, were his mate. There were actually twenty-nine boys in their year and in sixth year combined but three of them were in the infirmary that night and five of them couldn't be found. Harry Potter, whom Draco hadn't even NOTICED this year, a sixth and a seventh year Ravenclaw, whom it was suspected, had been in their girlfriend's room. Ron Weasley was missing and everyone knew he was in Granger's room. Theodore Nott was probably in his room, drugged up on Muggle drugs, but they already knew he wasn't Draco's mate so they didn't worry about him. It had actually been funny when they had started to parade each sleepy boy into his room not caring if they just happen to hit heads or limbs on his doorjamb. As funny as all that was, it didn't produce his mate.
Draco went to bed behind a ward that just barely kept the Veela contained. Without its ability to search for its mate, his dreams were dark and full of the Madness. He resorted to a dreamless sleep spell after the third time waking up in a cold sweat, a scream just barely contained.
He woke sweaty, with tears on his cheek and pillow, and the darkness waiting at the back of his mind for the ward to drop. He knew the second it was down he would be hit with a spike of need that may well undo him. His friends had spent the night in his room not wanting to leave him alone.
He got up and showered, not caring at all about fixing his appearance to its usual immaculate condition. He wanted his mate. He needed his mate and by all that was holy he would have him today. He had not wanted this until now. He remembered his resistance that night he had told his parents that his mate was a male and he wondered at how stupid he could have been.
Veela had to have their mates. It was an essential part of their makeup and here he had been foolishly thinking he could live without his. 'Stupid Veela', he thought to himself. Right now, all his rebelliousness seemed…childish. He wanted his mate. He feared what would happen to him if he didn't find him soon.
"Are you okay?" Vince's voice was sleepy and laced with concern.
Draco turned to face his friends. Though he had just gotten out of the shower there was a fine sheen of sweat on his body and his straight hair laid around his head in a matted mess. He was normally pale but now he looked dead white with a tint of green around his mouth. His bright grey eyes were now dull and lifeless.
"No." Draco said hoarsely.
"'Ko?" Pansy asked as she walked to him and took him in her arms.
"I can't do this, Pans." He whispered, his voice shaking, "the moment those wards are down, I will be in big trouble."
"Draco," Greg started hesitantly, "if this is how you are acting, what is your mate going through?"
Draco sighed as he made his way over to the couch to sit down, "about the same but it would be nothing like what I am feeling but because I am behind these wards, he probably is not feeling them at all. I know he is very powerful and he may be able to ignore the small spikes. I am behind these wards and right now, they feel nothing. The spikes, for my mate, would be intense but they would be able to live with them. I-…"
"But you can't?" Blaise asked.
"No," Draco's voice was low and toneless. "Soon, the Madness will be too strong for me to ignore and I will succumb. It already eats away at me, calling for me to succumb."
"What happens then?" Greg asked quietly.
Draco didn't answer for a few minutes, he wiped the sweat from his brow along with wiping away a stray tear and sighed, "I either kill myself or let myself waste away. I don't think I can kill myself though but a Veela who is letting itself waste away is not a pretty sight."
No one spoke for a while, each one of them thinking about what he had just revealed, for a Veela to admit that he would waste away from being denied his mate was a big thing. Most Veela never spoke about what could happen to them to outsiders.
"What happens when you find him?" Pansy asked curiously.
"It is different with each couple. My mother was walking down the hallway here at Hogwarts, when my father claimed her. It was very sudden, he had been going through the spikes for only a few hours, and when he walked past her he couldn't help himself and he tackled her to the ground. She hexed him before he could kiss her." Draco smiled for the first time since they had gotten to Hogwarts.
Pansy giggled loudly, "oh Merlin!"
"Once they kissed, she accepted the claim."
"So, a kiss seals the claim?" Greg said.
"No, she just had to accept it. It takes the mate accepting the claim for it to seal, it doesn't matter the 'experience'," Draco could not stop the blush from blooming on his cheeks, "of the couple before that moment. It just takes an acceptance of the claim."
"So, he could kiss you, but still not accept the claim or he could do nothing but accept the claim?" Vince was confused.
"Exactly, a Veela will not go with anyone until he claims his mate, He is restricted, but his mate is not subject to that restriction. Well, not restriction, that's not a good word for it. Before they claim their mate, Veela have no desire for anyone. But that does not apply to their mate. Once Veelas claim their chosen, their powers affect them and they will try to bond. The mate can decline but that will also result in the Veela going mad. The Veela will do everything in their power to bond with the one that they have chosen. But the one claimed is not forced to respond, if he does not want to. Most of those who take the claim will finish the bonding, the ones who do not, condemn their Veela to slowly die."
"So you are a virgin!" Blaise crowed. Draco growled at her.
"Your mate could be the biggest slut that Hogwarts had ever seen and you would still want them?" Pansy shrieked.
"Yeah." Draco sighed dejectedly though his face flared red. "I-ummm, don't know a whole lot."
"Wow, that sucks." Greg said sympathetically.
"Apparently not." Draco said dryly and all was silent for a few shocked seconds before laughter filled the room.
"Oh, God." Vince gasped between bouts of laughter, "man…I mean…come on Draco, you know nothing?"
Draco's face flared red again before he stammered, "I-I didn't say that."
"What?" Greg asked with a confused look, all laughter gone from him.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and stared haughtily at them. His face was still red but he once again looked like the Draco they knew and loved.
"'Ko?" Pansy asked as she caught on to the seriousness of the conversation.
"He said he knew something. How can he know something if he has never done anything?" Greg demanded with a sharp look at the Slytherin Prince.
"Veela know." Draco's voice was deep and slow but with an underlying sensuality in it.
His friends stared at him in shock. He had NEVER talked like that in all the years that they had known him. He would normally blush and stammer and try to change the conversation whenever talk of sex came up. He would never get this silky, heated, quality to his voice that he had now. And his face was still flushed from his blush, giving him that little bit of color that took away the dead pallor to his skin. His eyes were a deep grey now, clearly indicating desire. There seem to be an aura about him now and each of them felt the pull of a 'Draco looking for his mate'. They were ashamed that they felt desire for their friend and each drew a big sigh of relief when it abruptly stopped.
"What the hell was that?" Blaise demanded as she stared, open-mouthed, at her room-mate.
Draco's face blanched back to white and then quickly flushed again, "sorry," he mumbled as he lowered his head.
"Draco, what did you just do?" Pansy asked quietly.
Draco sighed and raised his eyes to look at his friends. He moved his gaze to the fire and sat, silently, for a few moments. "I need my mate. My senses are calling out for him and right now, because I am behind this ward, they can't do what they need to do to find him. I have control, but-" and here his face flared as red as it had even been, "we are talking about him…and…I…"
Pansy and Blaise 'awwwed' while Greg and Vince rolled their eyes at the girls. "Shut up," Draco murmured.
They giggled before hard laughter filled the room and all Draco could do was glare at his so called friends as they laughed at him. Any other time he would have hexed them and sorted it out later but, right now all he could concentrate on was not having the effect on his body that talking about his mate had allowed his friends to see.
"What about all that jealous stuff you hear about?" Pansy asked with a smirk around her quiet giggles.
Draco grinned evilly at his friends, "oh I got that-in spades."
They all laughed louder. "Well, I guess we need to make it to breakfast. Snape will only let you go so much, favorite or not." Vince said as he helped the girls to stand.
"Once the ward is down, I-I am not sure what will happen." Being behind the ward had been difficult, Draco knew, but once the ward was down each and every spike that had been kept at bay would come crashing down on him. They were not meant to be ignored and frankly it seemed to piss them off, as if the spikes had a mind of their own. Draco guessed that they did, as it was the spikes that helped a Veela recognize their mate. He never should have stayed for so long behind a ward.
"We know, 'Ko." Blaise said as she drew her wand in preparation of releasing her ward.
"Here goes nothing." Draco said flippantly as he nodded to her.
She released the ward, for a few seconds nothing happened, and then Draco let out a blood curling scream and dropped to his knees. His hands curled in his hair and started to pull at it. His face drew up into a hideous mask, his lips pulled back in a snarl that showed off his brilliant straight white teeth; his neck muscles grew taunt from the strain, his now fully erect penis was clearly visible, tears flowed from his tightly closed eyes, and his back arched so that, though he was kneeling, the back of his head hit the floor behind him. Pain shot through his body searing each neuron with a need so powerful that he couldn't stand it any longer and blackness thankfully overcame him. With one more, loud, scream he fell to the floor unconscious.
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Harry woke the next morning with the same thought running through his head as last night. 'He was dead, oh so dead!' He lay in his bed just thinking about the conversation he'd had with the Headmaster last night. He knew all about Veela, having written an extra seven inches for his report on them last year. He had been absolutely fascinated with them, especially the wizard Veela. Go figure. At least he knew what to expect for the next few days but he wasn't sure if he was going to do anything about it. He had his training to think of, not to mention the life that he wanted if he survived Voldemort.
He sighed and got out of bed to change into his running clothes. He quickly left his room and made his way to the Pitch were he ran his usual fifteen laps. Normally, the running would help clear his mind but today, it just made him madder and madder. 'How dare they try to control him?' Harry could feel the anger in him grow. He was seventeen years old for Merlin's Sake! and he didn't need some old fart telling him what to do. Hadn't he survived this long? Yes, it had been with help from others but when it came down to it, it was Old Scaly Arse himself and Harry that were the last two standing. Harry knew he should have just killed him the last encounter and been done with it all, so that he could go live his own life. But he hadn't because he had yet to find a way to release the ones helping him form the Dark Mark. Until that time, he would play Voldemort's game. He was close to finding out how to do that and when he did, blam, there would go the Already Dead Guy.
Why did they treat him as if he hadn't a brain cell to his name? Harry screamed at himself as he pounded down the hallway back to his room. His heart was beating fast and a red mist was gathering around him as a powerful rage began to build inside his battered mind. A mate? What mate? There was no way in hell he was going to lumber himself with a mate, of any kind, sort, or color. This was just another indication of a vicious and vindictive fate that was trying to ruin his life...again! And if they, here he didn't even know who they were, thought that he was going to meekly accept said fate, they were in for a nasty surprise. He had better things to do with his life, after, and if, he defeated that git Voldemort. He had a life to live and would live it his own way, not encumbered by any Slytherin Bastard. After all the efforts Sin had gone through to get him a placement at Oxford, he was certainly not going to give all that up. No bloody way! He growled his password to the door of his room and smiled darkly at the loud crash that could be heard when it hit the wall as he slammed it open.
The second the door closed behind Harry he dropped to the floor and the anger leeched out of him. He had to get control of this or he was going to loose his mind. These bouts of anger scared him more than having a Dark Lord after him. He lay there on the floor as rational thought slowly came back to him. Harry knew that what he had just been thinking was due more to the fact that he was angry about others still trying to control his life than anger at the Veela who would only want to love him. And he knew that that was what would happen. The Veela in Draco would override any hateful feelings that the beautiful blonde had for Harry. And that was part of Harry's problem. He shrugged off his fluctuating moods, he didn't want to think about them but he knew that the bond was starting to effect him even though they weren't bonded yet.
Harry sighed as he thought back over the last few times he had seen the other boy. He had looked rough. Very rough. But Harry refused to think about what this Veela thing was doing to Draco. He had enough problems dealing with what it was doing to him. The fighting had stopped at the end of last year and he was actually on friendly terms with a few of them though his and Draco's group tended to avoid each other at all costs. But friendly terms and shagging their Prince…sorry but for him the math just wasn't adding up.
He didn't even want to think about what Malfoy thought of this. Or did he know?
He made up his mind to not do anything until he knew what Malfoy- he sighed, he might as well get used to calling him by his first name- Draco, was going to do. He was sure he would know first thing this morning. He didn't want to give up everything that he had worked for. In fact, he resolved, not to. IF he really was Draco's mate, then, they would just have to come up with some sort of compromise so that he could still do what he needed to do. Saving the world just had to come before this…didn't it?
He sighed as he got up to take a shower, Ron and Hermione would be there soon to walk with him to breakfast. He flicked his wrist towards his stereo and the pounding sounds of Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 filled the room though it didn't really match his mood as the music was playful and upbeat. His day hadn't even started yet and already it sucked and he didn't even want to get started on what this meant for rest of the school year.
He paused a soft knock came to his door. He frowned, Ron and Hermione never came this early. He walked to the door and with a wave of his hand a small spot opened up so that he could see who was out there.
"Maledizione!" He cursed under his breath. It was Ginny. She was starting to get annoying. She had accosted him last Monday and it had taken everything he had to not hex her to get her away from him. She just didn't understand that when he said no he really meant 'hell no!'.
It wasn't that she wasn't pretty or nice or anything a guy would want in a girlfriend. Harry just was not interested. Just like with….no better to not think about that. At least now he knew WHY he hadn't been interested. Draco bloody Malfoy was why.
Shaking his head he opened the door and blinked blearily at her. "Whuzup Gin?" He asked in the sleepiest voice he could manage. Maybe if she thought he was running late, she would leave more quickly.
Ginny smiled prettily at him but Harry could swear he could see the greedy look she tried to give his body. He moved the door to cover most everything and just looked at her.
"Hi, Harry. I came to see if I could walk you to breakfast." Ginny flashed him her most successful smile and was surprised when he ignored it. No one had ever ignored her innocent, sexy smile before! She had worked all summer on that and here he was just standing there shaking his head.
"Sorry, Ginny. No breakfast for me this morning. I am running late." Harry tried to sound sorry but he just couldn't.
"Oh, well, maybe tomorrow then?" She asked hopefully but Harry was already closing the door and didn't answer her. 'Damn him! Why did he treat her this way?'
Harry shut the door without answering. Sooner or later she would get the message without him saying anything to her. Draco would make sure of that. Harry grinned at that thought. He did love Ginny, but as a sister. Sometimes, when she was trying to get into his pants, he didn't like her that much. Like this morning, why would she come here this early? Guess she thought she could get in a quick grope before breakfast. Harry shuddered at the thought of her hands on his body. And then frowned that he had shuddered.
Was the bond already affecting him? Oh, Merlin! It was! Damn it! Pushing that frightening thought out of his head he made his way to his bathroom for the shower he needed.
A short stop in front of the mirror had Harry shaking his head, he certainly would not win any beauty contests. His longish black hair now hit his shoulders and was still unbelievably messy at all times. He had grown the bangs out last year so that they covered his forehead and just hit the top of his glasses. He had gotten the new glasses at the beginning of the summer when he had been hit in the face by a stray ball. His old glasses hadn't stood a chance, even with the unbreakable charm Hermione had put on them in second year, they had cracked like an old man's back doing yoga. The new frames had a level nine unbreakable combined with a charm he himself had made that made sure they didn't fall from his face, he had learned that lesson the last 'encounter' he'd had with Voldemort.
His eyes were the same bright green as before though even he could see the shadows in them. The silver rimless frames looked good with his tanned skin and dark hair. He leaned closer and snorted in disgust at the smattering of freckles across his nose, he looked like a kid in his opinion. He lifted an arm and stuck a pose that showed off his muscles. Baseball sure was good for him, well, that and Quidditch. He had been playing Baseball with Dudley for the last few years, and this year, they had gotten on the same team and they were unbeatable. Between Harry's quickness and Dude's power their team had gone all the way to the finals, which they had won, of course. Now he had to wait to see if Sin could get Twinks to let him go to the Nationals.
Dudley had changed after Vernon's death at the beginning of sixth year. By the time Harry had come back for summer vacation, Dudley was a changed man. Gone was the spiteful, overweight, youth and in its place stood a muscular, quiet, man and he was better off for it. It had taken weeks for their hatred of each other to lessen, and being on the same team this past summer had wiped the slate clean. They still had their spats, as a family was wont to do, but they worked it out between them. His Aunt Petunia had also changed since the death of her abusive husband; becoming the woman that Harry had known she could be.
Shaking his head at his foolishness, he got undressed and started the shower. He stood in the shower letting the hot water run over his body as he tried not to think about what was going to be happening to him in the next few days. He didn't want to be saddled with a Veela. He didn't want to be saddled with anyone actually. He had worked hard all summer to keep his emotions in check, to show nothing to anyone, and this Veela situation threatened to flush all his hard work straight down the proverbial toilet.
Except for Cho, in fifth year, he'd never had any interest in anyone. Shouldn't that be a requirement for a male Veela to want another male? He knew that a Veela didn't have desire for anyone but their mate. He had heard nothing about Draco even being with anyone, male or female, so was he even gay? Harry had a weird thought that maybe for a Veela, there wasn't any choice. The Veela wanted who the Veela wanted and the Human part of the equation just had to go along for the ride.
Harry snickered at that as he imagined Human Draco arguing with Veela Draco that 'no, Harry Potter couldn't be his mate because Harry Potter was a male and Malfoys aren't gay'. Though if he was being truthful, Malfoy wasn't hard on the eyes. He had that soft pale skin that reminded Harry of melted white chocolate just waiting to be licked. Bright grey eyes that when they flashed at him with any kind of emotion were like a lightening bolt in a storm filled sky, and the growth spurt he'd had last year ended with him at an impressive height that was at least two and a half inches above Harry's own 5 foot 9 inch stature. And he was sure that the blonde had to work out as there was no way mere Quidditch gave him those muscles with his body type. He ran or swam Harry was sure of it. Draco Malfoy was all sleek lines and pale skin and he guessed he was going to have to get used to that.
He had finished washing his hair and had stepped forward to rinse it when he was hit with the biggest spike ever. It was filled with lust, longing, hope, and love and was so powerful and painful that he couldn't contain a surprised scream. With an uncontrollable jerk he lost his footing and slipped in the shower. His head hit the faucet with a loud sickening crunch and the screaming abruptly stopped.
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