Author's note: Allright, so I'm alive XD and past my exams, though those didn't go so well…I walked into a shelf…in any case, here's the next chapter. Sorry it's a bit shorter than the rest.
Warnings: same as always, slash, boy's kissing the works
Diclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters, just the plot that was spawned by my evil little mind…
Draco felt a pang of worry as he heard the Gryffindor crying. It was stupid, Malfoy's didn't worry, and why should he be caring about a Gryffindor anyway? He didn't know the answer to that, but it seemed that with that strange release of Veelapower, there was also a wave of emotion unlocked.
" Harry?" he asked quietly, uncertain if he even wanted to know what was wrong. He didn't have time to think that over though as the raven-hared boy looked up with surprise. " Sorry…I had a fight with Ron." He mumbled quietly. Ah, so that was the problem.
" Weasel? Well…you can't seriously expect anything sane to come out of his mouth..." Draco mumbled with a sigh. Now or never. " Look…I have to talk to you…about why we're staying in the same rooms…" the blonde started but didn't continue as he was cut off by Harry. " Yeah, about that, that's the reason Ron's mad at me in the first place, he thinks I'm conspiring against him with you or something, but it wasn't even my choice to stay there Dumbledore just decided for me. That's why I wanted to talk to you. You've been acting completely weird too, and I want to know what's going on." Harry said, his voice growing to a frustrated cry.
Draco bit his lip at that, sighing. " Look, it's because of me that we ended up in the same rooms, Gods I don't even know where to start. " the Slytherin said trying to keep calm. A Slytherin didn't show emotion. A Slytherin this, a Malfoy that, he was growing tired of all these images he had to keep up.
" How about the beginning?" Harry suggested, raising an eyebrow. " That's always a good place to start..." He watched curiously as the blonde paced around the room for a moment before sitting down on a bench across from him with a thoughtful look. He didn't get a chance to speak though as the small dragon stepped in. " I think I'd better explain, considering that neither of you know very much." The creature said.
Harry blinked confused. " You can talk? You can talk? And all this time I had to guess what you wanted? Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked, throwing his hands in the air with defeat. "I was having fun..." came the creature's response. " Draco is not human. He is a Dragon Veela, a rare cousin of the Veela you learned about." The dragon said, pausing to let that sink in.
Harry let out a small groan. Why did these things always happen to him. Couldn't the world pick another person to bother? " Look…let's just…pretend, that I'm okay with that. Continue please." He murmured wearily. " Very well. A Dragon Veela comes into its inheritance, meaning both skill and knowledge at the age of seventeen. The problem here is that some of Draco's physical traits haveactivated early in order to be able to save you from your attackers .Now the problem is this, Draco has some of the Dragon Veela powers already, but not the knowledge necessary to control it. That is why you were moved into adjacent rooms, because you help calm him and therefore help avoid any damage."
" About that…earlier today it looked like the room was on fire…what exactly was that?" Draco asked, thinking back to the panic filled moments. "On fire you say? Hold still." The dragon instructed, moving over to examine the blonde's eyes. " Dragon Veela are nocturnal. You only require about three hours of sleep per week, and that you do during the day. Dragon Veela's eyes are very sensitive to sunlight or magic since they need to see both perfectly in the darkest of nights. Normally, you should be maintaining a barrier against this for your eyes during the day, subconsciously, but since you lack all knowledge on how to control your abilities that barrier must have weakened during the day. And I say weakened because if it would have disappeared, you would be blinded for life."
Harry took this pause in conversation as his chance to speak. " So…if I calm him or whatever you said, I can go back to my old rooms after he turns seventeen, right? And why in the world can I calm him anyway? Aren't I, the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy' the most annoying thing to you?" he asked then, raising an eyebrow.
" Don't get so full of yourself." Draco retorted, glaring at him. " The truth is, you are the one who is able to influence his actions because you are his chosen mate. That is why you were moved together also, because in a way, he needs his mate to survive."
" Ronald Weasley! Is this where you've been the whole time?" Hermione was shouting, glaring at the Gryffindor who was comfortably seated in one of the chairs in the common room, playing Wizarrd's Chess against himself. Ron pointedly ignored her, going right back to playing his game.
" Where's Harry? You'd better not have upset him, we don't even know what's going on and you act like everyone in conspiring against you. Have you even asked him why he's staying with Malfoy? Maybe it wasn't even his fault but you go right on assuming that-" she said when the red hared boy cut her off.
" I don't know where he is, and I don't care, go away." He mumbled with a glare. Hermione huffed at that, insulted. " You're impossible." She declared, turning to walk away at a frustrated pace. If Ron didn't want to look for Harry then she would. She didn't exactly know where to start, but the Quidditch field was always a good guess so she headed there first.
"Excuse me? Don't I even get a choice?" the Gryffindor exploded, panic bubbling up at the thought. The strange thing was that the thought of being Malfoy's mate didn't really bother him, it was more the thought of being forced into it and having no way out.
" Of course you do." Draco said with a sigh, taking over the explaining bit. This he at least had some knowledge in, as he's spent quality time arguing about it with the little creature. " Though you should decide by the time I come into my inheritance because apparently, that's when things start to go insane." He added with a roll of his eyes. Stupid Veela. He couldn't have been a human, noooo, his life was too simple so someone up there decided it would be fun. One of these days, he'd be ready to kill that someone.
" Good, because right now I have too much to worry about, I don't need this on my plate too. It looks like these days everyone's trying to kill me and everyone else is expecting me to kill Voldemord…and it doesn't look like any of this will change so.." Harry started with a sullen expression. " Don't get your hopes up…sorry…" he added, standing up and turning to leave.
" I have work to do." The Gryffindor said as he walked out, heading back to their rooms, thoughts whirling in his head. How was he just expected to accept something like that. There was some random…creature, for the lack of a better word, that apparently chose him to be Malfoy's life mate, and he was supposed to be fine and dandy and go along with it? Ha.
Heading back to their rooms he grabbed his potions book, some paper and a quill and proceeded to slop down on the couch. He of course had put off his homework until the last minute mostly because he hated potions. He couldn't understand any of it and he had a huge essay due tomorrow about some plant he'd never heard of.
This day was just going so well.
As the door shut closed behind Harry with an ominous thud, Draco sunk to his knees. There was that strange cold returning and it was like it was trying to press the life out of him. With a shiver the blonde drew his arms around himself, wincing at the sharp pain that came with the frigid air. " W-What's happening? I can't breathe." Draco grunted with panic.
The small creature scuffled closer with a sigh. " Young master, Dragon Veelaare also cold-blooded, relying on the warmth emanating from their mate to survive. Without your life mate you will freeze to death. The cold also comes in the early stages of your bonds, if any, when said mate is too far away. The near-rejection didn't help much either." The dragon explained, watching the boy curiously. Everything seemed to affect him much faster than usual, probably because he was still too young.
" Didn't you say we control fire? Why am I freezing then?" Draco asked, tired of not knowing what was going on. "That ability is a reflection of your mate's support or your determination to protect our mate. Without him, you lose that ability."The creature added as the blonde let out a frustrated groan.
" It isn't fair, I didn't choose this, why do I have to deal with this then?" the Slytherin cried out, running his hand through his hair with another groan of protest. The creature narrowed his eyes at that, staring at him in disbelief. " Is that truly what you think Young Master? Then let me prove you wrong."The dragon said leaning over to whisper something in the boy's ear. As the information was revealed, Draco's eyes widened in shock. He tried to question it, though he only came to the conclusion that the creature was right, which left him with no choice.
" Fine…" he mumbled quietly, standing up with a sigh. He paused in thought for a moment before heading to the door, walking out as well, the dragon following behind him. When he arrived, he found Harry on the couch, trying to complete some sort of potions assignment. The cold was already dissipating from around him, just from being in the same room as the Gryffindor.
" You have the wrong book." The blonde said quietly, remembering their potions assignment. " I don't need you help." Harry added, his voice like acid as he gathered his things and went to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Author's note: Next chapter Draco and Ron have a nice heart to heart chat -grins- Review people!
PS: I tried the whole beta idea, but things just work better without. It's hard to explain, and I hope you will bear with me with the spelling mistakes that slip by, because I will not be using a beta, at least not just yet.