Chapter Two

Veela

All seven children were forced to wait an agonizing twelve minutes for their parents to arrive before they could begin choosing their rooms. For the seven close friends this was nearly unbearable and they complained about it quite dramatically before the last parent stepped through, grinning slightly.

"All right. You may choose your bedrooms out of the West Wing. That's where all the family rooms are." Narcissa said, grinning slightly.

Draco smirked. "Harry and I have decided that we only require one room. He never ends up sleeping his own bed, of course, and when he does it lasts less than an hour before he's back to bothering me. Prat."

Harry grinned and smacked his arm affectionately. "You enjoy it and you know it. Hush. But he's right. We're only choosing one room for the both of us."

Narcissa smiled and ruffled the boys hair. "That's fine boys."

Grinning at each other, the boys set off at a run towards the West Wing. There were twelve rooms in this Wing and six of them had been claimed already. Draco and Harry looked at each of the remaining six rooms before settling on a large room colored in brilliant silver and green. It even had its own bathroom and walk in closet. Draco stepped inside and looked to Harry for his approval.

"I like it. It matches our eye colors." the smaller boy said, grinning.

"Not to mention the bed is simply amazing. A four poster. Looks quite comfortable. And it has a desk for you to work on your writing. And a gorgeous armchair for me to read in. I love it."

"It's ours then."

And just like that they'd chosen. This was how they did most things, of course. Draco leading and Harry carefully following and making a rational decision. Most of Harry's decisions were based off of Draco's careful judgments. It was how they'd always worked and quite probably always would.

"You've chosen my old room." Lucius said from the doorway and the boys turned, startled out of their musing.

"We didn't choose it for that reason, Father." Draco said. "We chose it because it matches our eye colors. We both like the bed. Harry likes the desk. And I like the armchair. Besides, it has its own bathroom and walk-in closet. What more could we ask for?"

Lucius laughed. "You two remind me of a married couple."

The boys shared a meaningful look and then turned back to Lucius. "One day we will be a married couple. Well, bonded anyways." Draco said, shrugging.

Lucius' jaw dropped. "You're only eleven. How could you possibly know that?"

Harry smiled a little. "We just do. We know our feelings Uncle Luc. We've always been closer to each other than we are to the others. Sleeping together - rather closely I might add - feels natural to us. And we've..."

But Draco cut him off. "Hush Harry. He needn't know that part."

"I needn't know what?" Lucius asked, narrowing his eyes on the two boys.

"We've kissed before. Both of us liked it. We've decided that we're staying together until one of us develops feelings for someone else." Harry said, rolling his eyes at the blonde boy next to him.

Draco sighed. "I've already told him, of course, that I couldn't imagine having any sort of feelings for anyone else. He's it for me, Father."

"Are you pulling a prank?" Lucius asked and Draco shook his head.

"No. We don't joke about such things Father. It's unbecoming."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Everyone does. Well...the children at least. Not sure about the adults. We figured we were obvious, really."

"Obviously we weren't as obvious as we thought, Dray. Maybe we should up the ante a bit." Harry said, cocking his head a little.

"No. That would mean public displays of affection...and I'm not too into that. We'll just have to tell them."

Lucius looked as though he was going to faint. "Tell us what exactly?" he asked, seeming to feel that there was something that wasn't being said.

Draco paused, considering. "You know how you said I was Veela?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at his father.

"Yes. I remember that conversation quite well. You shouted at me and called me mad."

"I thought you were quite mad to be honest. But Harry and I did some research on our own after that. Turns out, I am a Veela. I figured out he was my mate, though after the accident last summer. You know, when Harry broke his leg and gave himself that nasty concussion. You remember that?"

Lucius nodded, looking quite confused. "Of course. You didn't leave his side for weeks afterwards."

"I felt it. When it happened. It was like it was happening to me and I...I felt everything he did. And then our minds connected and we could hear each other's thoughts. Bloody useful that is. We can still do it too. It's useful. 'Specially in the morning when it's too early to use our voices."

Lucius stared for a second before holding up a single, pale finger. "Wait here. I'm going to retrieve Narcissa, Lily, and James."

The boys nodded, rolling their eyes as Lucius hurried from the room. Draco sat down on the bed and Harry automatically sat down next to him without really even thinking about it. Things like that just happened with them. They just sort of...gravitated towards each other naturally. It was weird, and the kids at their school back in Ireland had called them creepy for it. But it was nice and both boys liked it.

"Is this abnormal?" Harry asked quietly, leaning against Draco's side.

The blonde nodded. "Very. Veela normally don't find their mates until we're sixteen years old. And even then we're normally not telepathic. Our bond is stronger than it should be."

"And you didn't find it fit to tell me?"

"Not really no. We're weird enough as it is...why should I bring up something that makes us weirder than we are?"

"Prat."

"Git."

The two boys were still bantering back and forth when their parents entered. Narcissa and Lily's eyes were both wide while James and Lucius merely looked mildly shocked. There was a heartbeat of silence before James spoke, his voice quiet.

"Lucius tells me you boys have quite the story to tell us."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Do I really have to tell it again?"

Harry smirked before launching into the story, knowing that Draco telling it would only result in a large amount of time spent complaining. He loved the boy, he really did, but he complained too much he'd finished his tale, his parents looked both exasperated and utterly astounded. It was silent for a full ten minutes this time and Draco smirked.

"You've broken them Harry." he said, grinning widely.

"I'm certain that's not true Dray. They're just shocked is all."

"They're not even able to speak properly. You've broken our parents."

"Shut up Dray. Or you're sleeping on the floor tonight."

The blonde scoffs. "You'll end up down there with me within an hour."

"I know."

"Boys...when...how...why didn't you say anything?" Lily's voice is quiet.

Harry raises an eyebrow. "We thought we were obvious mum. I mean, we sleep in the same bed. We're literally always together. You've seen us holding hands. We honestly thought our behavior was obvious enough."

"Why didn't you just say something?"

It's Draco who answers this one. "We wanted to avoid this whole scene. I tire of dramatic things quite easily you know."

"You...I'm...this is a lot to take in." Narcissa says, eyes wide.

"Yes, well can we take it in while shopping? We're eager to get it over with." Draco says.

"Of course. Come along boys."

Draco smirked as they descended the stairs behind their parents. That had been all too they'd said had been the truth, of course. Well...mostly. Draco was a Veela...and Harry was his mate. And it was true that they'd only found out a short time ago. But they'd been suspecting something for a long time. They'd always been terribly close, ever since they were about a year old. The telepathy thing had always been present. However, if they told their parents about that they'd probably have heart attacks and neither boy was too fond of their parents having heart attacks so young. Therefore, they'd just have to keep the truth to themselves for a while longer.

Having it out in the open is nice, though. Draco reaches out and takes Harry's hand in his own, smirking a little as the rest of his siblings share a smile at the sight. Harry turns to him, a smile on his face, and Draco thinks he's never seen anything he loves more than that smile.