Draco marched grumpily through the Gryffindor dormitories, headed for the exit to this godforsaken tower. This whole place was a confusing dump! It was so higgledy piggledy, and was assembled with clearly no taste in design at all. I mean, just look at those drapes! No taste in interior decorating at all evidently. And the violent red that was plastered across every wall was simply ghastly, honestly. How did the Gryffindors stand it? He would just die!

Another thing currently adding to his mounting dislike for the tower, was the fact that he was ever so slightly lost. Even if you ignore the atrocious design choices, the layout was confusing and made no sense either! Even if you somehow successfully to navigate through the 8th year quarters, you still had a whole other set of dormitories to contend with!

Honestly. Bloody Gryffindors.

~oOo~

About half an hour later, several third year Gryffindors watched a grumpy looking, pyjama clad Draco Malfoy stomp through the common room, muttering darkly, a giant pair of white wings extended behind him and a shock of ginger hair clearly visible on his head. Scowling, he ducked through the portrait hole, still muttering as it swung shut behind him.

…Ok.

~oOo~

Harry stood motionless in his room, still looking at the door, mouth slightly open in shock. Did that really just happen? Did he wake up with Draco Malfoy in his bed, who then had a tantrum and walked off? What the fuck?

What on earth had happened to his life these past few weeks that led to this? He had never exactly been normal, but he had always thought that if he defeated Voldemort he could live a vaguely peaceful life. But no, that was impossible for Harry Potter, because he had to go and fuck it all up by turning into a fairy, basically, and dealing with all this weird shit.

Things would change once again now, and probably for the worse, as Malfoy was now aware of the bond, and the fact that Harry was a submissive. His life was probably about to become hell in all honesty. But that didn't change the fact that he had to go and face it anyway. Nobody else would do it for him. Unfortunately.

Harry stretched, wincing slightly at his back. His wings had been cooped up for a while now, as he hadn't let them out the night before, and they were starting to be noticeably uncomfortable. But he would just have to deal with it for a while, as he had classes, and was determined to actually go to all of them today.

He threw on his robes, yawning, and headed for the eighth year common room. Ron and Hermione weren't in there for once, but Seamus was. "Hey Seamus, did Ron and Hermione already go down to eat?" Harry asked, yawning.

Seamus nodded. "I'm just waiting for Dean. How does it feel to be third wheelin' on the happy couple all the time then?" He asked with a grin.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's not that bad, they normally avoid all the relationship-y stuff when I'm with them, but sometimes.. I just feel like I'm intruding a bit y'know?"

Seamus nodded wisely. "Well, hopefully you won't have to third wheel for long. There's a lot of fit dudes at Hogwarts this term Harry. Even Malfoy came back this year looking good! Like seriously, if it weren't for Dean then…" Seamus wolf whistled, raising his eyebrows suggestively at Harry. Harry snorted as Seamus continued. "There's someone out there for ya Harry, I'm sure of it."

Harry smiled. "Thanks Seamus, I appreciate it." Harry told him. He really hoped that the person fate had intended for him or whatever wasn't Malfoy, even though that was what the bond suggested…

Harry looked at a clock on the wall, and his eyes widened in shock. He was running late! " Sorry Seamus, I have to go, I have classes." He said.

Seamus grinned. "Unlucky sod. Dean and I both have free periods first and second, unlike you."

Harry rolled his eyed and gave Seamus the middle finger. "See ya Seamus!" He called behind him as he left the common room.

~oOo~

Harry just about had time to grab some French toast before charms, which he had a double period of. Then he had a free period third, and DADA fourth, ending the day with McGonagall in Transfiguration. That was fine. He could get through four classes, easy.

In charms, they were working on the tricky Aditam charm which literally brought inanimate objects to life. Being such a difficult charm, Harry had to really focus, which was good, as it enabled him to forget about his veela problems.

However, as a result of this he also didn't notice the speculative glances and whispers being cast his way all lesson. Instead, he managed to fully animate his rubber duck, and the extension of animating a teddy bear, which was more difficult as it had more components. He wasn't aware of anything out of the ordinary until he looked up and found a finger pointed directly at him from across the classroom. The student, a ravenclaw from the year below that he didn't know, looked embarrassed when she noticed that he had seen her and withdrew her hand, but it left Harry confused, and slightly nervous. What was going on?

Once Charms ended, he had a free period, so he took to the library to make a start on the homework on Animation theory Professor Flitwick had just set. It beat wandering around the corridors like a ghost, staring regretfully at sites that filled him with memories.

He headed for his usual corner of the library, which was fairly secluded and tucked away between the bookshelves. He worked in peace for about half an hour, until a group of excitable sixth year girls came and sat down at the only nearby table. Their chattering was manageable for a few minutes, but once the girls noticed him, they immediately started whispering and giggling, and shooting pointed looks at him every so often.

A bunch of random girls giggling at you was pretty hard to ignore at the best of times, but it was especially irritating as Harry was trying to focus. But that focus completely disappeared when one of the braver girls actually approached him and tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Harry." She breathed excitedly. "Like, there's this rumour going around that Draco Malfoy was seen with wings in the Gryffindor common room this morning, and everyone is saying that he's a veela and a few of my friends were, like, wondering whether you were his veela mate, because like, you came back from summer way hotter than before, and like, it just like… adds up." She said all of this quite fast, but Harry's blood ran cold as soon as he realised what she was asking. Shit.

The girls were all looking at Harry with expectant expressions, but he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. "Um… I have to go." He heard himself tell them. In a daze of fear, Harry collected up his things and fled. His thoughts were of nervous panic. He had been banking on getting through this year undiscovered and then going into the adult world, and leaving Malfoy and his veela problems far behind him. But if everyone found out…

He vaguely wondered if Malfoy knew. How did this even happen? The girl had said Malfoy had been seen in Gryffindor tower with his wings on show… Of course! The stupid git must have just walked through Gryffindor tower with his wings out after leaving Harry's room! The fucking idiot!

Harry stopped walking when he came to this conclusion, breathing hard, aware of his surroundings for the first time. He was standing alone in an empty corridor, looking directly at an unidentifiable statue. As he breathed slowly, trying to calm himself down, his rational mind kicked in for the first time. It was just a rumour. People would forget about it, or they could say it was a spell or something. It would probably just blow over after a while.

He remained in a state of unease, however, until Defence Against the Dark Arts. He liked Defence. It wasn't difficult, and he knew a lot of it already, leaving him with the freedom to completely zone out if he wanted to. However, he did need an outstanding NEWT to enter the DADA professor apprenticeship that he wanted to get, so he tried to pay attention at least.

They were doing a recap this lesson, of "useful spells that can be employed against the dark arts". Harry could almost guarantee that he had used all of them before, but he skimmed the list anyway. Yep, the usual. Expelliarmus, Stupefy, Reducto, just generally handy spells. However, it got more interesting when Professor Reliqur decided to pair them up and have duels in the class.

Unfortunately for him, Harry got partnered with Zacharias Smith, the pompous twat. Harry had had far too many experiences with this boy, and none of them had ended happily. But hey, at least now he could just absolutely wipe the floor with him. Harry grit his teeth and tightened his hold on his wand.

"On your marks… get set… go!"

Harry took great pleasure in beating the other boy. His reflexes were great, trained from years of being a seeker, and enhanced by his veela side, and he didn't even have to block half the spells, he was able to simply step out of the way. He cast both verbal and non verbal spells, and once, upon being disarmed, windlessly summoned his wand to the shock and awe of the rest of the class.

He was in no way distressed or afraid, he could take care of himself just fine in a duel. In fact, he was the direct opposite of upset, he was filled with fierce joy and a kind of pride. So, when he ended the duel with a wordless "Levicorpus" and left Smith hanging from the ceiling, he was perhaps a bit too excited. Harry punched the air in delight, which immediately faded when his wings burst through the back of his robes.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

~oOo~

Draco's mood had improved greatly since leaving Gryffindor tower that morning. Not long after getting back to his dorms and having a shower, he had felt his hair recede back into its normal state, shortening and becoming much finer. Finally!

As a result, he grinned as he put on his robes and glamoured his wings, he smiled as he looked in the mirror and brushed his hair, and there was a skip in his step on the way to breakfast, where he happily devoured four croissants with lashings of strawberry jam. Yum! He smirked contentedly through double potions, avoiding a happy smile – he had a reputation – and noticed nothing amiss at all when people whispered during Ancient Runes and Herbology.

However he did notice something amiss when a smaller boy with jet black hair strode over to him in the entrance hall at lunch and punched him directly in the face.

~oOo~

Harry shook his hand slightly, feeling slight pain from where he had hit the other boy. "What the fuck is wrong with you Potter?" Spat Malfoy, one hand clutching his jaw where a bruise was already beginning to form on his face.

"What is wrong with ME?" Harry fumed. "I'm not the one who walked around Gryffindor tower this morning with my wings out, displaying them to anyone who cared to look."

Malfoy gaped. "What?"

"You showed a bunch of third years your wings earlier AND EVERYBODY IN HOGWARTS KNOWS ABOUT IT" Harry yelled.

"Potter, people are going to hear you" Malfoy hissed angrily, looking around in case they had been overheard.

"Are you even listening to me Malfoy? They already know about fucking everything thanks to you!" Harry shrieked.

"Ok, no. Potter, stop shouting at me." Malfoy instructed in frustration, instinctively using the Alpha Voice. Harry of course, instantly calmed slightly and stopped shouting. "They can't know everything just from seeing my wings. Tell me what you know."

"So, when you left Gryffindor tower this morning, you had your wings out, and some third years saw you and they've been telling everyone, and you are literally the exact cliché veela so it wasn't hard to work it out. So, of course, rumours flew up everywhere, and during my free period a bunch of girls basically confronted me about it. I thought they might all blow over, but then in DADA I may have gotten a little overexcited and released my wings, and now everybody in Hogwarts basically knows." Harry finished his spiel, glaring at Malfoy, whose blood had run cold.

"We are so screwed Potter, and it's your fault." Malfoy said abruptly after a moment's silence, spinning to face Harry.

"What? If you hadn't walked through the common room in the first place-"

"If you hadn't gone and shown everyone YOUR wings it would all have blown over!" Draco accused loudly.

"Are you fucking kidding me-" Harry began loudly, but was interrupted by the loud clearing of a throat.

McGonagall was standing facing them both, with a huge crowd of students behind her, all of whom seemed to have been watching the argument, and her mouth looked scarily thin.

"Meet me in my office in five minutes, Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, I believe we need to talk." The headmistress said sternly, before walking in the direction of her office. However she stopped. "I am rather fond of Siamese Cats in particular at the moment." She said, before continuing on her way.

Harry sighed. "We are so screwed."


Hey guys, it's Sera again, I just wanted to thank everyone who has followed, favourited and left reviews, it makes me smile every time I get an email. Yeah that's all I wanted to say, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you in the next one!

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