Title: The real reasons

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

Disclaimer: Yes, JK Rowling stole my idea and I am filing a lawsuit as we speak, so wait and when the real version of Harry Potter comes out it will be full of Harry Draco sex. End sarcasm.

A/N:YES! I have a beta! This is cause for celebration. hands out cookies Thank you Gwen for being my BETA. And I'm sorry this was late, my dad came down and we went away for the long weekend. Happy belated Easter!

Harry had spent the last two days avoiding Draco as much as possible.

Too much of Harry's time had been occupied by thoughts of Draco and veelas and it seemed that the "special" type of dreams he was having were connected with Draco's emotions. The best choice was to completely ignore Draco in hopes that he would stop thinking about Harry.

This only made Draco think about Harry more and the increased sexual tension was getting to both boys.

So, it was no surprise that, when the two hormonal boys were put into a room together, on the order of the headmaster, something ensued.

"I'm bored." Honestly, Draco's whining was beginning to annoy Harry. "How long have we been in here?"

Harry sighed. "Three hours."

"How long have we been in here?"

"Three hours, ten seconds."

"How long have we been in here?"

"Three hours, one minute and twenty two seconds."

"How-"

"If you ask me how long we've been in here one more time, I will… do something drastic."

"…"

"How long have we been in here?"

"I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now! Don't you know? I. Still. BeliEEEEEEVE! That you will be here, and give me a sign! HITMEBABYONEMORETIME!"

"…"

"Um, okay. And how do you feel about that?"

"You're not my shrink. Now shut up."

"So. Uh, Harry."

"Yes?"

"How long have we been in here?"

"Three hours, four minutes and nine seconds."

"Uh, okay then."
Before Harry could say anything else or butcher anymore already-massacred songs, Draco pounced on him like a great pouncing… thing.

It was exactly 6 minutes and thirty seven seconds later that Harry decided he really like having Draco's tongue down his throat, tickling his ear, sucking on his collarbone and, well, you don't need to know the rest of the places. The point is, Harry really was starting to warm up to Draco.

"You smell funny. You smell like Ginny Weasley's perfume. Why do you smell like her perfume Harry?"

There was an awkward pause as Harry sought to move out from underneath Draco in the compromising position he was in.

"You see Ginny was in a tight spot,." A growl sounded from Draco. "Not in that way! Ginny kind of got stuck inside a trip stair, one of the really deep ones on the 7th floor, and I had to pull her out. I had to hang on really tight and then we fell on top of each other and yeah." Harry looked up at Draco, who was brimming with concealed anger.

"You look angry." Harry, who never noticed when someone was breathing fire and brimstone, noted.

"I am angry."

"Why?"

"Because you smell like your ex girlfriend! Why wouldn't I be angry?"

"I'm sorry."

"Prove it."

"How?"

'"Oh, I don't know." He sighed dramatically. "How about you kiss me?"

Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss Draco, when the voice of Ron Weasley interrupted.

"Oi, Harry! What are you doing with Malfoy?"

A/N: Fluffy ending, I know. And when Harry asked Draco why and how I was so tempted to say because I'm a ninja. Anyone who knows what I'm talking about rules. Ask a ninja! I'm sorry this took so long to get out and I'm also sorry that it's short. I've been really busy. Also my hits are now way over 1999. It's more like 2300. So that's good. PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! For every moment you don't, a fairy dies. If you don't believe in fairies, then a close blood relative. Think of the fairies/close blood relatives!