Draco's Secret

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Warnings: See Intro. Mild Slash in Dream Form

He hated the power that boy had over him. Of course he did but, there wasn't anything he could do to stop him. Harry wondered whether that was down to the fact that their powers were equal or whether it was the fact that he just didn't want to. More and more he found himself longing for their midnight rendezvous, always in different spots so as not to get caught out.

As he headed towards the spot of their rendezvous for the evening, under the willow by the lake, Harry spotted that his lover was already present. There, in the shadows under the tree lay the boy whom had previously been Harry's sworn enemy but was now his lover and his life force. The gorgeous blonde, with a slim, toned ivory body. The only one who loved him for who he was, regardless of his fame and celebrity. The only one who had ever understood him, even whilst they were enemies, they were always on the same wavelength. But now, with rumours spreading that Draco was a veela, he wondered whether his lover had been as honest with him as he had previously thought.

'Babe, is that you?' the blonde uttered, whilst remaining lying on his back gazing at the stars.

'I'm here Draco, but before we do anything, I want to talk. I want to know whether or not the rumour is true and, if it is, why you've been lying to me.'

'The rumour is true Harry. I don't know what stopped me from telling you before, but I'm telling you now. You and Dumbledore are the only ones who know so far so, if confirmation gets around, it's you I'll be coming after.'

'You bastard! Did you really think that you could date me, and not give a fuck about my feelings whilst you took your time finding your mate?! Did you really think I would be okay with that?'

'Clearly Harry, you don't know as much about Veelas as I assumed. If a Veela is with anyone who is not their mate, it is painful, physically, mentally and emotionally. It doesn't...'

'Are you sick in the head? You've been using ME as your form of personal torture for all this time! You could have told me and I would have been happy to cause you a lot more pain.'

'You idiot! Don't you realise, it hasn't caused me any pain. Don't you understand what I've been trying to tell you? I could have got it over and done with by now if you hadn't kept interrupting me! You...You're my mate Harry but, you don't have to accept the bond. The Veela Law has been passed so, if you reject me, the court can find me someone willing who will then receive the bond....'

'Of course I won't reject you Draco! I love you, you fool. Do you really think that I would be sneaking out hear in the middle of the night if I didn't? I will accept your bond, but you are going to have to tell me how to do it, because I am clueless when it comes to Veela rituals. I thought a Veela mate had to be female, if the Veela was male? How come I'm bonded with you?'

'I don't know how we are bonded but, I am going to ask Dumbledore. He seems to know an awful lot about Veelas. I'd hold off until he fills you in properly before we complete the bond. You might want to change your mind once you've heard everything. But for now, I suggest that we return to our towers and get some sleep. I'll meet you outside Dumbledore's office straight after breakfast. We can ask him all of your questions then.'

'Goodnight Draco.'

From a window at the top of the Gryffindor Tower, a girl could see the outline of two people in a passionate embrace, under the willow. You go for it Harry she thought to herself. He makes you happy and that's all that is important.

That night, Harry didn't sleep. He tossed and turned but he just couldn't get what Draco had said out of his mind. He replayed their conversation over and over, seeing if he could make sense of any more of it, but nothing clicked into place. Before he knew it, it was early morning and Ron was calling him.

'Harry! Get your fat arse out of bed, or we'll miss breakfast.'

Harry, all too aware of his friends view of breakfast as the most important meal of the day, dragged himself from the warm bubble that was his bed and traipsed down stairs to the common room.

'Harry, are you alright? You look awful!'

'I'm okay. Really. I'm just not yet awake.'

Meanwhile, at the other end of the school, at the top of the Slytherin Tower, Draco Malfoy woke up with a start. He was hot, very hot and unpleasantly sticky. He blushed, realising that for the first time in a long while, he had had a wet dream. That in itself was quite disconcerting but what really made him flush was the subject of his dream, which made him wake up hot and sticky. He lay back, and ran the scenario through his mind again, feeling himself harden almost immediately.

Draco could see his lover in his mind's eye, wrapping his soft blush-pink lips around Draco's arousal, slowly taking more of it into his hot wet mouth. He ran his tongue along the vein along the bottom of Draco's penis. Draco could feel his whole body tensing up as he came close to orgasmic bliss again. Unfortunately, a very unwelcome voice shattered Draco's trance-like state.

'Draco? What are you still doing up here?'

Draco sighed as he heard the whining voice of his 'girlfriend' Pansy.

'How did you get up here Pansy? This is the boy's bedroom?'

'I came to talk to you. I can't date you anymore. Thats how I got up here.'

Draco sat looking bored, whilst Pansy explained that Hogwarts had sensed that she was not attracted to anyone in the dormitory and therefore, the stairs had not become smooth.

'I'm gay Draco. Draco? Are you even listening?'

'Sorry, I guess I zoned out but, I get the gist. You are breaking up with me aren't you?'

'Yeah I am. I'm sorry but, it just won't work anymore.'

Draco sat for a while, talking through things with Pansy, until he realised that they had completely missed breakfast and were nearly late for Potions. As Draco hurried down to the dungeons with Pansy, he had a smile on his face for the first time in several years. He felt lighter than ever.

Draco's mood change didn't go unnoticed by everyone. A certain girl from Gryffindor noticed that the supposedly evil, Ice Prince of Slytherin looked as if all his birthdays and Christmases had come at the same time.

Malfoy! What's happened to you? You've changed!'

'Nothing has happened to me Granger. Now, if you don't mind, I have someone more enjoyable than here to be.'

As Draco pushed past her ungraciously, she realised that Draco had been polite to her for the first time in their school history.

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