AN: Hellooooo, my dears. (Yes, I can call you that because it's not like anyone actually reads these author's notes…) Alright, please stop telling me the definition of schizophrenia, I got it, I was wrong, I didn't know, I did my research now and I know that; that line was out of place. I barely have enough time to write now so going back and changing it would be a huge pain because I don't have the files for that chapter anymore. So. How about this: I promise you, those scrutinizing readers that I love so much :P that once I finish this story I will rewrite it, make it more polished and re-post it. Until then how about pretending that Harry was a little out of it as he was in a Hospital bed after having hit his head pretty hard
Disclaimer: Um..I don't own Harry Potter…and I also can't type without looking at the keyboard… sorry
Warnings: Same as always, but if you need a refresher click back to the first chapter, either that or read on and figure it out for yourself X3
As Harry pressed closer to Draco, deepening their kiss he could feel a wave of magic going through him, settling in his chest. It felt oddly warm, and with it came an array of different feelings, some confusing, some comforting and some plain frightening. "H-Hey…something feels…weird..." the raven hared boy managed to mumble though the kisses. "First bond…nothing to worry about…stop talking." The Veela growled against his lips, pushing him back onto the bed, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through the black strands of hair, drawing an appreciative grunt from the boy.
After a few moments their lips parted as Harry needed to breathe. "First bond…of how many?" the raven hared boy asked then, looking up at the blonde with lips slightly parted. Draco sighed at that, pulling back slightly to prop himself up on his elbows above Harry.
"I guess I should explain…There are a few different bonds, the first one is called the 'acceptance' and is forged by a kiss where both have to participate willingly; for the next bonds the order varies from couple to couple. There is the 'connection' which is the complete physical bond, sex in other words; the 'existence' which is usually the most difficult as both have to grow to love one another and admit it and lastly the 'protection' which is an exchange of magic that allows me to feel when you are in danger and is usually created with the first bond, that's what you felt before."
Harry frowned slightly at that. "Did that dragon thing explain this to you because it won't tell me anything it just keeps getting in my way..." he complained, making a small mental note that they had yet to give it a name. "Not exactly. Because we completed the first bond I gained access to some of the Dragon Veela knowledge that I'm supposed to have, even though I haven't come into my inheritance yet…I barely know anything…although I'm sure I can fly now, thank Merlin." The blonde said with a roll of his eyes, glancing back down to his new mate. A slight thrill passed through him at the idea. Harry had accepted him!
"Are you okay?" Harry asked then, snapping the blonde out of his thoughts. He watched Draco nod, a smile spreading slowly on his lips. "Yes. Just happy." he mumbled back, leaning down to kiss the Gryffindor again.
"So. What does the first bond even mean?" Harry asked after they'd broken the kiss. "It means I can feel when you are in danger, we can sense each other's emotions if they are strong enough, we can share our magic and therefore heal each other to a certain extent; it means if you die, I die." The blonde explained with a small shrug. He wasn't very good at displaying affection so most of the time he just chose not to. "We're…that connected?" the Gryffindor asked in awe. "Yes. And because the bond is new we have to stay close to each other for a while, until everything adjusts, otherwise everything will happen similarly to a rejection. I'll freeze and you'll go depressed…"
"Oh." Was Harry's all too smart reply. "This'll be interesting to explain to the school." He added absent-mindedly. "What time is it anyway? How long was I out?" He knew he'd just woken up but wasn't even sure if it was day or night. "It's five AM, we still have some time before our first classes, and I say our because I'm going to have to go to Divination with you for some time..." Draco drawled, pushing a few strands of blonde hair away from his eyes. "Just go to sleep, I can feel you're exhausted, I'll wake you in time for class." He suggested, moving to get up, meaning to leave Harry alone in the room to sleep. He was stopped, however, by a hand clutching at his sleeve. "Stay." The boy mumbled. "It's more comfortable when I can lie on you…please?" Harry continued. Draco obliged and moved to pull his mate up into his arms, lying back on a pillow. It was strange to think that a few years ago they were sworn enemies. Lately the Malfoy had started to let things go and stopped hating him just because of his name and when awakening as a Dragon Veela he started seeing Harry through new eyes; ones without prejudice; and everything he learned about the boy, he loved.
He was pulled from his thoughts again as Harry shifted to curl up on top of Draco, mumbling a quiet 'g'night'. Draco brought a hand up to run it softly through the boy's hair, gazing at him thoughtfully. "Only you could manage to make me so emotional Potter." He sighed in defeat.
"We…are in so much trouble..." Seamus mumbled, looking down at the unconscious form of Ronald Weasley lying on the grass outside of the school. Hermione, who was standing next to Seamus, let out a small sigh. "He was being so…unreasonable…we had to beat some sense into him. I just…didn't think he'd be fainting so fast; we barely touched him." Seamus continued. "Do you think we overdid it?"
Hermione shook her head quietly to answer. "You weren't there Seamus, you should have seen Harry's face…I don't care if he meant it or not, he's a bloody imbecile. I know…I know he's still Harry's friend, but this time he really crossed the line. I don't know why he reacted this badly...there was only ju-" Hermione said, but was interrupted by a rather large grunt coming from behind them.
Seamus and Hermione both spun around quickly, only to be greeted by Hagrid's familiar face. However, the game-keeper looked more than a little shocked at the sight of the two Gryffindors standing next to their unconscious classmate. It was about that time that Ron chose to start waking up with a low groan.
"What're you three doin' here? It's too early to be out innit'?" Hagrid asked, shuffling forward slightly, meaning to help Ron up but stopping as none of the other two made a move to acknowledge the boy. "We were…trying to teach Ron a lesson; he said some really hurtful things to Harry." Hermione tried explaining with a sigh, glancing quickly behind her to the outer walls of the school. The game keeper looked even more confused. "Well why'd you do that?" he asked, to which Hermione answered again. "It's a long story, but it turns out Draco Malfoy is a 'dragon' Veela and chose Harry as his mate…Ron thinks Harry has been conspiring with Malfoy against him because he can't accept that the two get along now." The girl mumbled just as Ron started shuffling to get up.
"Well why'd you think that?" Hagrid asked again, thoroughly confused now. "I'm not too sure with Malfoy bein' the one but Merlin knows Harry's been needin' something good to come along lately; everyone knows Dragon Veela are especially loyal so this is a good thing then; right?" Seamus nodded slowly. "Yeah, now explain that to Ron please, we all failed..." he reminded.
"You lie." Harry stated, covering his head with a large pillow to avoid the Veela's bemused glare. "Potter, come on, get up, we have to go to class sometime…" Malfoy stressed, hoping to get through to the sleepy teen. "Not now, didn't I just go to sleep two minutes ago? I should at least have two more hours…" came the raven hared boy's muffled reply. To drive his point home he even stuck out his head from behind the pillow a little, giving Draco a pleading look. He knew it was kind of stupid to be playing his good card so early in the morning but he felt so sleep deprived he'd have to be carried to class. Draco tried vehemently to look away. "No. Look. We can't keep skipping class, and you slept longer than you think…please just get ready? If you don't then I can't exactly go to class without you anymore and I need my potion's grade.." the blonde asked, avoiding Harry's pleading gaze as he knew it would most likely make him give up.
"Fine." Came Harry's reply after a few seconds of silence as he pushed himself up and out of the bed. "But I'll be cranky..." he warned with a small yawn, heading lazily for the bathroom. Draco sighed slightly as he sat up on the bed. He'd gotten ready a few hours ago and had then caught up on his homework while waiting for Harry to wake up. He had also had some time to get used to his new, more heightened senses that he'd gotten as they formed the first bond. He could hear Harry's slow steps as he halfway dragged his feet across the floor, he could hear the door of the bathroom open and close, the gears of the lock clicking into place, even smell the scent of Harry's favorite shampoo. He had more control over what he was doing and he wasn't risking going blind by watching a sunrise anymore. In short, when the boy was around everything was just so much easier and he was actually able to relax.
Draco had to admit; he did feel bad a little bit, just a little, not a lot, for waking Harry up and forcing him to class when he obviously needed more rest so he supposed he could at least make it up to him by getting him some breakfast. It was a little known fact that Draco Malfoy actually enjoyed cooking He had of course always had house elves to do things like this for him but he found food tended to taste better if he just made it himself and on top of that it gave him something to do when he needed to take a break from life. With that thought in mind he headed to the large kitchen that was set up next to their rooms and pulled out a few ingredients, starting to make some scrambled eggs, making a mental note that he actually liked their private quarters. Much more private and quiet than the common rooms; and he was definitely glad to be rid of Parkinson and her ultrasonic screeches.
Just as he was enjoying the quiet of the rooms a large thud rung out, followed by a very quiet but nonetheless upset 'oww'. Draco sighed loudly, quickly piling up Harry's breakfast on a plate and setting that down at the dining table, heading back to the bedroom to see what his new mate had done to himself now. 'New mate'. That sounded so strange yet also comforting. The blonde didn't have to far however, as just next to the entrance to the living room stood Harry, one hand on his forehead as he stared at the wall, perplexed. Draco looked from his mate, to the wall, then back to his mate, trying to stifle an amused expression. "Did you just run into this wall? Harry, the door is two feet to the right, and it was open..." he said slowly, raising a thin eyebrow. "Well, I know that there's a wall there now but…was that wall there yesterday?" Harry mumbled, rubbing the spot on his head that he'd hit when he collided with what he thought was a wall that just appeared out of thin air.
The Veela sighed slightly, picking up the towel that the boy had dropped and throwing that around his shoulders, running his fingers through Harry's wet hair to dry it with a quick spell, wandless now, of course. "Come on, this way." Draco chided softly, putting one arm around the boy to guide him to the dining table, steering him in a wide arch around anything remotely pointy or hard. "Eat your breakfast and then we'll head to class, no walls involved, I promise." Draco added as he sat Harry down at the table. "What do you want to drink? I'm making Tea for myself, is that alright?" the Vela asked, turning to look at the Gryffindor that hadn't yet made any movement. "I'm…Tea is fine…you made me breakfast?"" Harry asked quietly, taking a bite and noting that it was quite good. Draco nodded. "For waking you up early. How do you feel? You were pretty upset yesterday…" the blonde tried, unsure of whether or not to bring up the subject.
"I'm too tired to be mad right now…I'm in denial a little bit. This is very good by the way, I didn't know that you could cook…This cooking skill and you don't have a favorite food?" He asked, surprised, remembering the small 'question game' they had played a while ago. "Thank you. And I like a lot of different foods, although I do have a craving for steak right now..." he added with a small shrug. Ever since activating some of his abilities he'd had a craving for that.
'That is normal young master. Dragon Veela are usually very partial to meats like that…and strawberries....' the small dragon creature added, appearing from underneath a few blankets that were forgotten on the couch. "Where did you come from?" Harry asked, surprised to see the small dragon. "And how come you're never around when I actually need to ask you anything?" he continued with a small pout. The creature chose not to answer and instead settled for perching up on Harry's shoulder. "Do you even have a name?" Harry asked, reaching over to pet the creature softly. 'No. No one ever felt the need to name me before. Young master…you have a strange taste in mates..." the dragon mumbled, causing Draco to growl menacingly at the thing. "Wait…was that you being…protective?" Harry asked, shocked.
"No." Draco lied, handing Harry the cup of tea. "And please don't name it something ridiculously weird." The blonde asked. "Liar…I'll name him…Kiwi." Harry decided then with a small nod, accepting the mug of tea gratefully from the Veela. "Dare I ask about the logic behind that one?" Draco drawled, taking a seat and sipping his tea. "I like kiwi." Harry answered with a shrug. " And it's a hairy fruit so it's cute, and he's cute, so…kiwi" the Gryffindor concluded."
"Sure." Draco mumbled. When Harry had finished his tea Draco placed his palm on the boy's cheek, drawing him into a soft kiss. Harry was surprised but participated gladly until they pulled away from each other. "What was that for?" Harry asked. "You were being cute…It passed…Keep working on it." Malfoy drawled. Harry huffed at that. "You are mean." He exclaimed, throwing his towel at the giggling blonde. "Alright alright, let's get to class…"
As the three were heading out of the door, Hermione and Seamus stopped them in front of the portrait guarding the entrance to their rooms. "Mione, Seamus, did something happen?" Harry asked, handing Kiwi to Draco. "Well, Ron's fine now, surprisingly, he doesn't even remember yelling at you..."Seamus started. "But before we got to him he had another little breakdown and kind of…" Hermione continued. "…told the whole school about you two." Seamus finished, watching the Slytherin's look turn into a deadly glare.
AN: Shorter chapter as I have to head to work half an hour ago. Sorry for the long delay but school had gotten pretty stressful and all. *whines*