Title: The real reasons

Summary: Draco Malfoy: Veela. Harry Potter: Mate of said Veela. Oh this is going to be fun!

Disclaimer: Not mine never will be.

A/N: If you can't remember what happened last time, then you're in need of special Ed.

Draco paced up and down the (very well) decorated corridor of his new room.

Dumbledore had moved him out of the Slytherin dorms for his own safety and the safety of others. It was a stark reminder that he would now be regarded in all matters as an animal and not a human.

Draco couldn't even withdraw money without express permission from a ministry official in Level 4 administration or higher and now in his own house, the one he practically ran, he would be regarded as trash.

Worse, even. Trash that had pretended to be treasure for 5 years.

It was a wholly new experience for Draco, because never in his 16 years of existence had he been shunned. He had had the red carpet rolled out for him and people tending to his every wish and hanging on to his words.

But he had never ever been a pariah.

The door silently slipped open and shut.

"…You know you have to find your mate, too right?" The words were, undoubtedly, that of a Malfoy. Dignified and regal the voice was, so much so that you knew it was the words of Malfoy. The Malfoy's never left one guessing on who had spoken their words.
"What, and make a mess like you did? I think not father." Draco spoke softly, so as not to anger his father more.

"I know who your mate is. You will be very happy with…them." Draco coughed.

"I know it is a He, father. Dumbledore isn't as cryptic in his riddles as maybe he once was."

"Then you do not know the identity?"

There was a short pause, and then a softly whispered- "No," Draco sighed "but from what I have read I can figure it out."

A high arched eyebrow was raised, and Draco could feel it questioning him.

"Lots of power, younger than myself, goes to Hogwarts and is a boy? Is there any doubt at all as to His identity?"

"Well," Lucius thought his words through, but he was interrupted.

"It's Harry Potter."

High up in his new private bedroom on the opposite side of the school, Harry Potter was doing his Potions homework.

"Who honestly cares if I know the chemical properties of Self Raising flour? Does it matter?"

"Harry, it does matter. Muggles have been using SR Flour for centuries and they have come so close to realizing that it has magical properties! We need to know the chemical properties so we can recreate something that does the same job but doesn't have any magical uses. This project could be funded by the Ministry if we're lucky! I can't believe Snape actually told us where to look."

Harry blinked a few times, before throwing Hermione's books out the portrait hole.

"HARRY!" Hermione went out to pick up her books.

"A quick change of password please: Heffalump."

The muffled cries of Hermione begging Harry to help her finish their project were muffled further when Harry slammed the Bathroom door closed to have a bath.

A green bath bomb and some soap later, Harry was thoroughly enjoying his bath.

That was until Draco Malfoy showed up in the middle of it.

A/N: Ooh. Cliffhanger. I like that chapter, which is odd cause I don't like much that I write. And can anyone be a BETA for me? You would have my undying gratitude!