Chapter 5
Neville was panicked to say the least, ever since Dumbledore's announcement he has been. Standing before the entire school, just to be recognized as a Dominant veela was nerve breaking, adding these challenges onto the fact makes everything worse.
"What am I gonna do?" Neville questions himself as he starts to pace around his room. Passing by his room door as he revolves around a book about potions Neville takes a deep breath. Doing this action causes him to locate all the other veelas by accident. "Oh no" Neville mummers to himself as the thought of painful life threatening challenges cross his mind.
Right at this moment a knock echoes from his door. Walking up to it, he grasps his handle before pulling the oak door back to reveal Harry Potter.
"Hey Neville" Harry states calmly "may I come in?" Neville nods quickly and Harry smiles taking a few steps in.
"What brings you in here Harry?" The softly spoken question has Harry smiling.
"Not much" he confesses "its just that I'm interested in what the challenges are going to be, have any ideas?" Neville quickly shakes his head, harry signs. "Yeah, me neither, I have one more question for you."
Looking towards Harry Neville quickly nods "yeah sure go ahead" Harry's smile grows.
"Thanks man" Harry walks to Neville's curtains and takes a look outside "your a good person, especially considering we're both Dominant veelas here." Neville chuckles slightly and Harry joins in.
"Well, ask away Harry" Neville states walking over to sit on his bed.
Harry's expression darkens a little, his dark hair falling over his face adding to the notion. "Have you felt something being 'off' with one of the other Dominants?" Curiosity strikes never hard at this, he didn't think he'd seen or heard anything odd on one of the other two veelas, then again, he could have missed it.
"No" Neville states honestly "not that I remember" Harry nods to this before walking to the door, pulling it open he's about to leave before he stops.
"One last thing Neville" Harry says grabbing to close the door that he just left through. "The first challenge is starting in ten minutes, better get yourself to the great hall" with that the door clicks shut leaving Neville alone.
Harry wasn't nervous, sure he was a little frightened, but not nervous. He'd gone through the Tri-Wizard tornament under age, some veela challenge wasn't going to scare him. Smiling to himself Harry walks towards the great hall, Dumbledore had mentioned something about a hint on the doors. With that thought in mind Harry quickly makes his way down the many flights of stairs to bring himself to the large doors.
Key to his word, Dumbledore has left a sheet of paper magically stuck to the wall. Quickly Harry reads it.
Blade's of steel, wood of stone,
Pushed without all else, will be your end.
Best shall be the one to hone,
Score they're way up, with only one mend.
Harry was sure Dumbledore didn't speak in riddles, but this, as a hint?! With a sigh Harry turns around, and ends up none to surprised to find Blaise Zabini standing before him with a cocky smirk.
"Potter" he sneers, Harry groans internally whats with Slytherins and hating him? "In a few minutes I swear to you I shall beat you in tonights tournament." With that Blaise stalks away, a smug smile on his face.
Harry sighs before looking back at the hint, "this is a poem I'd say" he mumbles to himself before walking off after Blaise.
Blaise was pleased to say the least, Potter being a veela would give him the perfect opportunity to accomplish what Malfoy couldn't beating the absolute shit out of Potter. With that in mind Blaise gleefully strides towards the nearest male bathroom, a simple check of his appearance would do well before a grand show like tonights.
Upon entry of the bathroom Blaise quickly makes sure he's perfect upon his looks, then he makes his way towards the great hall once again, after all that is where the challenge will begin.
As Blaise walks the halls his mind wanders to the short poem posted on the doors. Wood of stone? Blaise questions, what did that mean, petrified wood? "Perhaps it's involving tree's?" Blaise mumbles allowed, missing the fact that a certain Gryffindors been following him.
"I don't know about that Zabini" Freezing in his place Blaise quickly turns to a deep thinking Potter.
"You know nothing" Blaise states quickly before turning around and continuing his walk, thoughts of the poem forgotten. Smelling Potter after 30seconds of realizing him, Blaise gets annoyed. "Potter stop!" He demands, Potter stays silent only speaking once they meet the great hall doors.
Standing looking as smugly as ever is Draco Malfoy, to his left a nervous looking Neville. "Finally show your self Potter" Malfoy sneers at Potter.
"Stop being an ass Malfoy" Harry growls "all your doing is setting up an ego of strength you can't achieve." Blaise snorts at this.
"Can't achieve" Blaise states sarcastically "like your talking about Malfoy, speak for yourself Potter, you won't stand a minutes against me" Harry growls at Blaise.
"How about we don't fight?" All three look at Neville, all three holding different expressions. Harry looking shocked, Blaise looking disgusted, and Malfoy looks like a mix between agreement and disagreement.
"Doesn't matter" Malfoy states "because I'm going to beat you all, and prove that I'm the strongest and best mate of us all" Harry growls along with Blaise. "Hold yourself Zabini" Malfoy states professionally as the doors open to reveal Albus Dumbledore.
"Great to see you all" he states with a smile, his old eyes on Harry. "Now if you will, follow me to the fields" doing as told, all four follow the headmaster outside.
"Oh no" Neville mumbles as they exit the school, Harry and Blaise grin as they see the rest of the school standing ans sitting around a giant arena.
"Oh yes" Blaise grins looking at the large pillars and Roman look.
"Gladiators?" Malfoy questions looking at the style of pillars and arena.
As the group gets closer Harry and Blaise smiles grow, while Malfoy looks at the structure analyzing what the challenge could be, Neville is worried bayonet belief.
Walking with the others Draco doesn't show his true feelings, father had taught him from a very young age that 'a Malfoy never shows to much emotion,' so at this point of time, Draco was doing exactly that.
When entering under a large archway, Draco keeps a straight expression on his face, while climbing up a long sandy coloured staircase Draco starts to inwardly panic. A quick deep breaths calms him down, Potter glances behind at that very moment, green eyes meet grey, Draco looks away at realization that this large Romanish structure is indeed a Roman Coliseum.
"Gladiator battle" he mumbles as Dumbledore stops.
"Now" the headmaster states "I'd like each of you to head to a different section of the area, first I'll have Neville and Blaise go get their equipment." All four follow the instructions, Draco heading across from Potter.
"This will be easy" Draco mumbles to himself, his eyes scanning the crowds above him, finally his eyes land on Hermione Granger, she gives him a smile, flicking her wand before her face as an indication, Draco smiles.
"Now now!" Dumbledore's voice booms around the coliseum "we shall have the rules be known first. To start, our four champions shall battle one another, the looser of each battle will fight while the winners then fight. This shall determine the Dominant with the most strength, the rules are simple." Draco looks away from Dumbledore to meet Professor Snape's eyes.
"Don't loose" he simply states before handing Draco equipment, analogizing what was given Draco frowns, large chain mail and a huge broadsword, big and huge, not something Draco will easily be able to use.
"Dammit" Draco mumbles to himself placing it on the ground before him, Draco pays attention to Dumbledore once again.
"Our first battle with be between Neville Longbottom and Blaise Zabini. Both shall wield a sword and a shield, they will be given full body armor, the first to be pushed to the floor weaponless looses." Cheers are heard as Neville and Blaise step towards one another, both head to toe in chain mail and steel armor.
"Ready" Dumbledore announces "set" Blaise raises his sword over his shoulder "go!" The area falls silent. With slow steps Blaise starts to walk towards Neville, said Gryffindor starts to back away, holding his sword and shield desperately.
Glancing up towards the Gryffindor section, grey eyes meet brown, both smile and Draco feels himself calm down a little. "Just gotta beat Potter" he mumbles to himself looking back to the fight.
Wielding the sword easily Blaise charges at Neville, dashing away as Blaise swings Neville gulps. "Coward!" Blaise yells coming down to hit air once again, Neville swings and a clang is heard as the swords collide. Using some of his dominance Blaise pushes Neville back, the sword then goes and clangs to the ground, Neville takes a jump back, shield clenched tight.
A smirk lines Blaise lips as he slowly approacher Neville, his eyes staying on the Gryffinfor, all else being ignored. "Come on little lion" Blaise teases "show me your bravery" this taunt seems to work because Neville grits his teeth and runs at Blaise. His shield extended before him as he sprints towards the Slytherin.
With a yell Neville bashes into Blaise, knocking them both to the floor, Blaise has his sword slide away and Neville slams the shields together, with a tug Blaise finds himself weaponless and pinned under the bigger Gryffindor.
"Winner!" Dumbledore declares as Blaise chucks Neville off, "never mind" Dumebledore states almost in a humorous way as Neville staggers to stand up with an enraged Slytherin running at him.
"I won't loose!" Blaise yells, his dominant behavior coming out more than ever, pushing Neville to the floor he growls out as Neville struggles to remove him. "I will win" Blaise grits out, eyes looking straight into Neville's. Pinning the Gryffindor to the ground Blaise subconsciously releases his dominant attraction sent.
"Winner" Dumbledore declares once Neville can't get free for ten seconds, "Blaise Zabini of Slytherin" Blaise smiles proud standing up and raising his shield. Cheers echo around the Slytherin section of the audience, Gryffindor dead silent.
"Now, Harry Potter" Harry walks towards the center of the area as Blaise and Neville walk out, looking around Harry's eyes meet Ron and Hermione, however, Hermione isn't look at him like Ron is, Hermione actually has her wand out, in a hidden manner.
"Potter" looking forwards Harry's eyes meet Draco's grey ones.
"Malfoy" Harry states in a mimicking tone as Draco's. "Ready to loose?" The question has Draco gritting his teeth and Harry smiles, "full on strength battle Malfoy, and you didn't grow at all, if anything you lost your advantage this year." A sneer is the reply Harry gets before Dumbledore announces the battle to begin.
Both stand still to begin with, harry wielding the large broadsword with ease, Draco's seems to have a steel thinner sword, this fact passes by Harry. Both step towards one another, Harry looking at Draco, Draco looking at Harry's legs.
Drawing the sword back, Harry charges. Draco takes off in a run away from the-boy-who-lived, making sure to keep his speed quicker than Harry's Draco weaves and skids in a way that Harry has trouble to keep up. "Stop running Mafoy!" Harry yells with aggravation, some of his dominant nature coming alive. Keeping his head straight and looking at where he's going, Draco turns and stabs his sword into the green grass, using it as leverage he swings himself in a tight circle around Harry, using his shield to swing at Harry's legs.
Seeing the attack coming, Harry side steps and brings the hilt of his sword at Draco, hitting the blond in the head brings a smile to Harry's lips. The blond drops to the floor with a groan, Harry moves towards him and tires to rid Draco of his shield.
Watching the blond roll onto his back. Harry decides to drop on top of him, letting the two Shields lay against one another, Draco pushing upwards trying to hold Harry off. "You are almost going to loose Malfoy" Harry states with a smile, Draco closes his eyes trying to keep the boy-who-lived from falling and pinning him.
With a snarl Draco tries to exert enough force to push Harry, it doesn't work and Harry smiles. "Looky whose stronger Malfoy" the cocky attitude is a surprise coming from the usually humble Gryffindor.
With his newfound glee of the battle, Harry starts to let go of his hold on his veela part of him. With every passing second more and more dominant smells are coming from him, the smell letting Blaise and Neville feel the boy-who-lived power.
With a cough Draco tries desperately to hold his ground against the increasingly strong Gryffindor, glancing up his eyes meet brown, he nods.
Suddenly Harry feels a sudden jolt of pain, looking down at his leg he realizes that there is now a large and getting larger wound. "The hell?" He questions before Draco pushes him off, rolling back onto his feet Harry follows Draco's eyes, which are looking at the Gryffindor crowd. Glancing at his house-mates Harry's eyes land on Hermione, who has her wand out and a small smile.
Suddenly Draco bashes into him, swords falling to the ground, "I'm not going to let you win Potter" the sneer is barely heard as Harry brings his shield and rams it into the blonds head once again. Falling to the floor another pained groan escapes the Slytherin.
"Really?" Harry states looking and walking to hover above Draco "because it really seems like you are. Oh" Harry freezes kneeling beside Draco letting his dominance surround the blond, "to weak to hold me off." With that said Harry grasps Draco's shield and yanks it away from him, Draco letting go as Harry's sent overflows him.
"I win" Harry whispers as Draco lets himself fall limp against the ground, before Harry stands up, he eyes Draco with curiosity. "Something is up with you Malfoy" he states calmly, his dominant smell letting all know of his strength.
"Potter" Draco mumbles, looking down at the blond green eyes catch something, Draco's position, laying with his arms on either side, exposing his chest . The blonds head is also tilted back, having his neck exposed even with the armor and helmet. Before Harry has the chance to mention this, Dumblesore's voice booms through the coliseum.
"Winner Harry Potter" standing up harry glances down at the blond Slytherin with confusion crossing his face. When Draco doesn't make any move of getting up, Harry bends down and picks up the blond, letting him rest against his shoulder, a small moan leaves Draco's mouth.
"The hell?" Harry mumbles before walking with Draco over to Dumbledore. "Headmaster" Harry states "he seems to be overly ill, may I take him to the infirmary?" Dumbledore's calculating eyes look at Harry before the old wizard smiles.
"Well of course" with that Harry holding Draco against him walks out from the coliseum, once no eyes are on the two Harry changes the blonds position so that his legs and torso are supported by Harry's arms. Quickly Harry takes Draco to the infirmity, looking down at the blonds face every now and then when he moans softly, Harry shakes his head before laying letting Draco fall to one of the many infirmary beds from his princess styled position in Harry's arms.
When Madam Pomfrey enters the room, Harry explains what he knew to have happened, just as she leans over to examine Draco, said male lets out a loud seductive moan. Within a second of hearing the noise Harry feels himself harden and his cheeks flush pink, the idea of Draco Malfoy actually being a Dominant veela seeming very small in Harry's mind as he looks at the blond's sleeping face.
A/N
Hope you guys enjoy, although not too many people are reading this story, its not about the views that count. Anyways, all these characters belong to J.K Rowling.
If any of you who are reading have any suggestions of what you'd like to happen feel free to review them.
Have a good one ya'll.