Hey, it's me! I actually got this chapter written earlier than I had originally planned, so here's a chapter brought to you at 10pm because I was feeling creative. I just wanted to say if you guys have any questions feel free to message me or leave a review and maybe I will see if I can start to answer some of them.
Ok that's all I had to say I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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"So, Potter? A veela submissive, eh?" Malfoy taunted, as he approached Potter, who was frozen in place, his hands clenched into fists. "And my submissive too! How fun!" He said as he came face to face with the boy, smirking cruelly, only centimetres apart. "Well, that certainly explains a lot, doesn't it?"
Harry made a strange sort of snarling sound in his throat. "Just let me go Malfoy, you asshole." The boy spat, but his tone was tinged with fear. He knew that now Malfoy was aware of this predicament, he was almost completely at his mercy. Malfoy frowned. "That's no way to talk to your dominant, is it Potter? How do you expect your dominant to love you if you say things like that?" He sneered, his tone taunting. "Not as if anyone could love you anyway." He added lightly, turning away, not noticing how the dark haired boy flinched as if he had just been slapped. "Just take me to the hospital wing, Potter, and then you can leave."
As the boys trudged up to the castle in silence once more, Draco couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something very, very wrong to his mate, but he ignored it anyway. Stupid veela instincts, always trying to make him do things.
He cast a glamour to hide his wings once more as they approached the building, and they headed towards the hospital wing. Malfoy also found his haton the return journey, lying discarded on the floor, and placed it over his hair, shooting dirty looks at Potter as he did so. When they arrived, and explained that draco had been burned by a dragon, Madame Pomfrey simply muttered something about "Dragons being the bane of her existence", and shooed Harry out of the hospital wing.
Harry briefly contemplated heading back to the care of magical creatures class, but ultimately decided against it. He could probably get away with going back if he wanted too, there was still plenty of lesson time left, but he had too much to think about, plus there was still an angry dragon there waiting for him.
So, instead, he returned to his room once more, cast a locking spell on the door, released his wings and collapsed into his bed. It would be a surprise if he learnt anything this year, with all the time he was spending locked in his room. Stupid veela problems.
Harry's brain was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotion. A lot of the things Malfoy had said to him were going around and around his head, and he knew it really shouldn't affect him this much, but especially now with the veela instincts, it really hit home.
He had thought of himself as unloveable many times in the past, especially when he lived with the Dursleys, but over his time at Hogwarts, those notions had started to go away, as he realised that the Dursleys were the ones who didn't deserve love, not him. But it had still been a long process of finding self love and considering that maybe he deserved to have someone who loved him. His friends, and Ginny, were probably instrumental in that. But, after breaking up with Ginny, permanently this time, they had started to float back again.
"Not as if anyone could love you anyway."The simple words Malfoy had uttered in a spiteful attempt to hurt him wouldn't leave him alone. If even the person fate had destined to be with him hated him, what did that mean for his future?
Harry eventually drifted into a restless sleep, only waking up around dinnertime. Unwilling to chance running into Malfoy, and not particularly wanting to speak to anyone else either, he pulled his invisibility cloak over his head, and made his way towards the kitchens.
When he arrived at the painting of the pear, after a quick look around, he pulled the cloak off of his head and tickled the pear. The door swung open to reveal the kitchens, and the tiny chefs, and immediately Harry was hit with a wave of emotion. All of these house elves reminded him of Dobby, his loyal, lost friend. Going back a few years, Dobby would have been here amongst them, his large head bobbing adorned with some kind of hat, asking him if he wanted anything.
Distracted by memories of his lost friend, he didn't hear the elves the first time they asked him if he wanted something. When he heard them the second time, he hastily wiped his eyes, which were brimming with tears, and smiled weakly. "You don't have any… muggle comfort food, by chance, do you?" He asked hesitantly. Immediately, the elves scurried off, returning with plates of many things, ranging from pizza to Ben and Jerry's to ordinary Cadbury's chocolate. Harry thanked the elves, shrunk the food down and left the kitchen, once again under his invisibility cloak.
Harry blamed his veela for being this emotionally sensitive and needing so much sugar. He didn't normally crave muggle junk food or feel so overly emotional but maybe the things that Malfoy told him earlier had upset his veela or something? He really didn't know. And maybe he should actually find out for once, instead of moping about. Upon realising this, he increased his pace and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
Once Harry arrived back in his room, he returned the food to its normal size, and plonked it on his bed. He then grabbed the veela books Hermione had given him, and sat down, wings fully extended. He reached for a slice of pizza, and opened the book to a random page.
The True Bonding of Veela
Veela mates are connected to each other through a type of mind link specific to Veela Ad Amandum even without a true bond. This link enables the Alpha Tone (see page 73) to work, and the Bond Line (see page 72), through which the submissive summons the dominant.
However, Veela mates will only be truly connected at the heart and soul after completing the True Bond. Every veela needs to bond to feel fully complete, even if they don't know it. The bonding ceremony involves the joining of hands and saying the words "conjunctio fiet, ut cupio, in toto corde, anima et mente", (we desire to be bonded in the heart, mind and soul) however it will only work between two veela who are truly ready. Bonding is permanent and cannot be undone.
Harry scoffed. He didn't ned that twat Malfoy to be "complete"! He completed himself just fine! What garbage, he was a strong, independent Veela who didn't need no dominant.
He stayed up for a few hours, flicking through some more of the book, learning a bit more about himself. By the time he had finished, tired and bleary eyed, his bed was covered with rubbish, empty tubs of ice cream, chocolate bar wrappers, a pizza box and several milkshake cups. Too tired to tidy it up properly, he just shoved it all off of his bed and onto the floor. His room was a bit of a tip already anyway.
Too exhausted even to bother with pyjamas, Harry stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxers, and his ring. He paused, and retracted his wings so as to be able to sleep more comfortably, he fell asleep right on top of the covers.
He slept fitfully, once again plagued by nightmares. First, he dreamt that he was back with the Dursleys, 11 again, watching Dudley have the time of his life on his new racing bike while he pruned the hedge in the blistering heat, his arms aching and burning while he dripped with sweat. Or even younger, as he arrived for a new year at primary school just for everybody to laugh at him all over again for his broken glasses and baggy clothes. Then, even younger still as he reached desperatley for hugs, for affection only to be scorned and sneered at.
Then, abruptly, the dream shifted, and he was the right age again, talking to Ron and Hermione. "You see Harry, it just doesn't make sense to hang out with you anymore, we have each other now and… well, you're not very interesting anymore now that Voldemort isn't after you, are you?" Hermione was saying. He looked at Ron for help, who just shrugged, and turned to smile soppily at Hermione. He opened his mouth to protest Hermione's statement, to insist that he was interesting, when he felt long poisonous looking purple creepers wind around his mouth, wrapping around his legs, and tugging him away from Ron and Hermione, who watched him struggle against the vines, smirking evilly, and towards a giant, gaping chasm, a black abyss. "Goodbye Harry!" Hermione called sarcastically, though her voice seemed far away. He tried to scream for help, but the vines only pulled him closer and closer to the edge of the void. Then, suddenly he was falling, and-
He landed on what felt like the softest, cosiest bed imaginable. He felt white feathers wrap around him, cocooning him in softness, protecting him from the nightmares. His breathing eased, and Harry slept peacefully once more.
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Harry opened his eyes the next morning feeling refreshed and content. Once the nightmares had passed, he felt much better, and had slept well.
However, his feelings of contentment vanished very quickly when he took in his surroundings, and realised that he really was wrapped in a cocoon of white feathers. His first thought was that maybe his wings had come out during the night instinctively, but his wings were neither that colour or size.
His feelings of dread increased drastically when he turned to see a pair of grey eyes staring right back at him with shock. Even without his glasses on, he could recognise those eyes.
Draco Malfoy was in his bed.
Shit.
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Needless to say, when Draco Malfoy woke up and found himself pressed against someone smaller, he was not particularly impressed. When he turned to meet a pair of striking emerald green eyes, he somehow became even less impressed.
"And may I ask what you are doing in my room Potter?" He asked scathingly, unhappy about the fact that Potter was currently in his bed. He could catch up on his beauty sleep, or, if it was after dawn, he could start his morning routine.
"I'm not in your bed Malfoy." The dark haired boy replied, his eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused.
"I think you'll find that you are." Malfoy replied.
"Umm, actually, if you moved your huge fucking wings, you would see that this is, in fact, MY room."
Upon opening his wings and being confronted with a hideous mess of scarlet and gold instead of green and silver, Draco realised that he was, in fact, currently in the room of Harry Potter.
"Why exactly am I in your room then Potter?" Malfoy asked, now especially unhappy. He was in sodding Gryffindor tower for fucks sake! He was the opposite of a Gryffindor!
"I don't know, do I? It's not as if I want you to be here!" Potter retorted defensively.
Sighing, Draco climbed out of the bed, brushing off his silk pajamas. He wrinkled his nose This room was awful! The decorations were hideous, and, even worse, the floor was covered with trash. "Potter, this room is atrocious!" Draco exclaimed turning to look at the other boy, who he noticed, a second two late, was not wearing clothes.
Potter blushed slightly in embarrassment, and Draco averted his eyes. He could hear the scuffling sounds of Potter literally picking clothes up off of the floor and throwing them on. What kind of peasant wore clothes from off of the floor!
When the scuffling sounds stopped, Draco returned his gaze to the other boy, assuming he was now fully dressed. Potter shoved his glasses onto his face, and looked at Draco expectantly.
"What, Potter?" Draco asked in exasperation.
Potter raised an eyebrow. "I was waiting for you to leave." He said flatly.
Draco, taking the… well, less of a hint and more of a demand, headed for the door. Before he left though, he turned around to look at Potter. "There was something I forgot to do yesterday Potter." He informed him, grinning. Making sure he was using the Alpha Tone Draco instructed "Turn my hair back to normal." When Potter didn't start casting spells, or even moving for that matter, Draco looked at him in confusion. Why didn't it work?
Potter smirked, clearly guessing why he was confused. "The Alpha Tone doesn't work if you're asking me to do something impossible Malfoy."
Malfoy gaped. "Are you saying this is permanent Potter?" He asked through gritted teeth. Merlin knew how he was going to live if his hair was stuck like this forever. Potter certainly wouldn't.
Potter laughed, humourlessly. "I wish. It wears off after 48 hours, so it should disappear soon. Pity."
Draco scowled, and marched angrily out of the room. He hated Potter, he really did.
