Harry trudged grumpily towards the corridor that the entrance to the headmistresses office was located in. This was so fucking unfair. Malfoy had totally screwed everything up, and now he was going to have to deal with the consequences from McGonagall. He sighed. McGonagall was strict, but also fair. Whatever his sentence was, he couldn't deny that it would be justified.

The two boys arrived at the gargoyles flanking the concealed entranceway. "Siamese Cats." Harry intoned. The gargoyle slid open, and Harry started heading up the spiral staircase.

"Of course Golden Boy would know the location and password to the headmistresses office. Saint Potter, probably goes to have high tea with McGonagall at the weekend." Malfoy spat snarkily, following him.

Harry turned to look at the taller boy for the first time in a few minutes. "Malfoy, of course I know where the office is, I've been here many times over the years in order to defeat you and your death eater buddies-" Malfoy paled, and opened his mouth angrily to respond, but Harry continued. "- AND she literally non-subtly told us the password about four minutes ago, so maybe if you hadn't been sulking, you would have noticed."

Whipping his head around in the equivalent of a hair flip, Harry stormed into the office, where McGonagall was waiting for the two of them to arrive.

It had changed quite a bit since Dumbledore had been headmaster, but Harry liked it nonetheless. It was decorated in green, with accents of tartan. Gone were the mysterious whirring instruments of Dumbledore's time, and in their place were assortments of books and things scattered around. Harry also noted the abundance of cat toys, which he knew were very popular among the Hogwarts felines. Even Crookshanks had been found up here playing with a toy mouse before. There were about three cats in the office right now, one lounging in a patch of sunlight near a window, one eating and one playing with one of the many cat toys. And, in the centre of the room, behind an ornately carved desk, was McGonagall herself.

Harry sat down in a high backed wooden chair facing her, as Malfoy entered the room behind him, scowling. Once he was also seated, McGonagall spoke. "Boys. It seems to me that we have a lot to talk about." With that, she opened a drawer, and pulled out a familiar tin. "Have a biscuit, boys." She told them, opening the tin. Malfoy shifted in his seat, his wings cramped against the back, and, somewhat reluctantly, reached in and selected some kind of chocolate coated shortbread. Harry, much less tentatively, reached for a ginger newt, the same he had chosen last time.

"Not ginger Potter." Malfoy drawled with an air of superiority. Harry looked at him in confusion. Malfoy sighed in a long-suffering way. "Veela are allergic to ginger, Potter. One bite and you'll be sneezing for a week." Harry looked at McGonagall for confirmation, but she did nothing. Somewhat sadly, Harry placed the ginger biscuit back in the tin, and chose a different one.

"So. It has come to my attention through your shouting match in the corridor, and other sources, that the two of you are recently changed Veela. And, if I am not mistaken, Veela mates. Now I would have hoped that you would come to me with this," She eyes the two of them sternly, and Harry could detect a trace of disappointment in her eyes. "But I can understand why you chose not to tell me in the circumstances. However, one major issue at the moment, is your attitudes towards each other. Like it or not, the two of you ARE veela mates, and we cannot have the two of you disrupting the school with your relationship issues."

Both boys opened their mouths in protest, but McGonagall silenced them with a look. "So, I have come up with a solution to try and improve how you view and interact each other. Come with me." Then, she stood up, and swept out of the room in a swish of robes." The boys exchanged irritated eye contact, and silently followed.

The two of them followed the headmistress along corridors and down numerous staircases, until they reached a corridor that was extremely familiar to both boys. McGonagall paced up and down until a door appeared in the wall. "In." She instructed. Both boys reluctantly walked into the room, Malfoy's wings slowly fading into view as they did so.

It was fashioned like a large and comfortable sitting room, with squishy armchairs and a large fireplace at one end. Harry looked at the headteacher in puzzlement. "The room of requirement is enchanted so that neither of you can use your powers, veela or wizard, while it is in this state. I am locking you in, and the doors will open once you manage to have an actual conversation."

Malfoy looked outraged. "But-" he started to protest, but McGonagall ignored him entirely, and left the room. A loud click was audible from the other side of the door. Malfoy, with a face like thunder, stormed over to the door and pulled out his wand. "Alohomora!" He yelled, pointing his wand at the door. He tugged at the handle, to no avail. "This is ridiculous," He spat. "My father-" He cut himself off, thinking about his father in Azkaban.

"Will hear about this?" Harry asked quietly, grinning. Somehow, Malfoy had never realised that he was well known for this iconic phrase throughout the school. The boy whipped around. "What?" Harry snorted. "Nothing." He said.

Harry collapsed onto a comfortable looking chair, pretty sure they would be there for a while. In fact, looking at Malfoy's wings, fully visible and extended behind him, he released his own, smaller ones, making himself even more comfortable. He had unfortunately discovered that having them cooped up for too long gave him back cramps. He winced at the memory.

Malfoy, however, sent him a withering glare, and paced around, looking for ways out, occasionally trying, and failing, to cast spells. After almost half an hour or prodding and searching, he finally gave up, and dropped onto a sofa. "It still works then? The room?" Harry asked, tentatively.

"Yep." Malfoy responded drily.

"Weird. You would have thought… like, after the fiendfyre…" Harry trailed off.

They sat in silence for a moment, before Malfoy quietly started to speak. "I… I never actually… thanked you. For saving me, I mean. You could have just left me to die… so, yeah. Thanks." Harry looked at him, hardly believing the boy had enough humility to actually thank him for something. Almost as if he was reading his mind, Malfoy quickly added a threat. "And if you ever tell anyone that I just said that, Potter, I will fucking end you." Harry chuckled lightly. There was the Malfoy he knew.

Racking his thoughts for something to say, Harry just ended up saying, "Uhh… doesn't it suck that the eighth years aren't allowed to play on the house quidditch teams?" However, the simple question was enough to get Malfoy started.

"You realise we aren't allowed to play professionally either? It says in clause 5 of the wizarding creature in modern society act that no "non wizards such as muggles or part humans" are permitted to professionally play quidditch. In fact, in clause 3.5 it says that they aren't allowed to hold or use a wand either, but people who became magical creatures by inheritance were exempt from that in 1982."

Harry frowned. "Really? I could have sworn that Maniov from the Chuntlebees was part dwarf or something?"

Malfoy shook his head. "Everyone thought that, but apparently it's just a genetic , you don't support the Chuntlebees do you?"

Harry shook his head. "Ron supports the Chudley Cannons, so I normally go for them, but I haven't really picked a team. I originally wanted to keep my options open in case I had the chance to play professionally, but now.."

Malfoy nodded. "Irritatingly enough, you were probably good enough to play professionally. I liked to think that I was good, but I never actually managed to beat you."

Harry laughed. "Maybe we should have another match sometime?" He suggested tentatively.

Malfoy half-smiled, a genuine smile that was a rarity from him. "I actually think that actually sounds like fun!"

Abruptly, the door swung open with a loud click. Both boys stared at each other open mouthed for a minute. They had actually managed to have a civil conversation! Malfoy pushed himself incredulously off of the seat, and glamoured his wings again, to check that it really had worked, and that the enchantments were lifted. When it worked, he looked at Harry in a kind of numb shock.

Harry, surprised that they had actually been able to free themselves, stood up. "I should go, my friends will be worried… I'll have to get back to you then on the quidditch match Malfoy."

Malfoy nodded, as he headed for the door. Before he left, he called "Potter!" Harry turned, wondering what Malfoy could possibly have to say to him after this. "This doesn't mean I like you Potter." He said, somewhat grumpily. Harry smiled slightly. "Of course not Malfoy." He replied, before disappearing out of the door, leaving Malfoy alone in the room.

Guess who's back? (back again) It's me! Im not dead after all! Yay! I want to warn as well, sometimes there will be long breaks between chapters and I am sorry about that, but I'm not perfect ok? Im sorry that this is such a short chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

I hope you all liked this chapter!

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