A/N: One reviewer pointed out that it doesn't seem as if Harry has too many problems with being with Draco. However I think that this chapter explains why; and where problems may occur in the future between them. Harry's willingness is purely temporary. If it is not clear, then review and I will reply with further explanation. On the other hand my summary was a little misleading, so I have changed it. Also I won't be able to update for at least a couple of weeks due to exams and essays. On a different note, I want to thank everyone for their reviews. It's incredibly nice of you and I appreciate it.

The Veela Conspiracy

Chapter Two: Wherein there is much conspiring

'What the bloody hell is going on?' Sirius bellowed as he almost sprang from the fireplace. Remus followed soon after and gave a faintly apologetic look to Minerva McGonagall who was looking at Sirius with a faintly shocked expression as he continued his tirade.

'If it isn't enough that I have had to endure torment unknown to mortals…' (This wasn't strictly true as the Veil actually functioned by sending passengers to the place they most deserved. Sirius had spent a lovely few months catching up with Prongs and Lily whereas Bellatrix was probably experiencing fire and brimstone.) '…but my special time with Remus is interrupted at the most inconvenient moment.' Remus tugged on Sirius' arm in futile embarrassment. Sirius just turned and patted his head before returning to McGonagall. 'And not only that, but it is TWO AM. What incompetent thing could you have possibly done at TWO AM?' Sirius paced for a little bit more and then flung his arms up in the air and screamed, 'TWO AM.'

'Well thank you Black,' sneered Snape as he strolled into the Headmaster's office. 'It's so considerate of you to remind us all of the time. But I think we may just have picked up the fact that it is two am. Possibly you may need reminding. Your brain does seem to have difficulty grasping the concept of time.'

'Now dear boys...' Dumbledore walked into his study just as Sirius was about to pounce. (Remus didn't know why he hadn't been in his study to begin with). 'I'm sure we can all come to some truce during this most exciting time.' Remus felt nervous; if Dumbledore thought it was an exciting time then it was quite possible that Voldemort had been resurrected, or that socks were taking over the world. While visions of socks danced in Remus' head, Dumbledore had continued. 'Now if we can just wait for our guests, who should be here any minute, then we can begin.' Sirius flopped down into a chair dramatically. (It should be noted that Harry had picked up much of his dramatic flair from his godfather.) Sirius tugged Remus down onto his lap. It seemed as if this was going to take a while. And if it was, he was at least going to be comfortable.

Snape just looked disgustedly at Sirius, looked disgustedly at Dumbledore, glared at McGonagall and felt that the whole situation was repulsive. He settled in a gloomy corner and posed menacingly. That his godson had… It was beyond comprehension. But, he pondered to himself looking at Black; at least there was the chance of some amusement.

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Five restraining charms, four dramatic speeches, three hours, two Malfoys and one fistfight later, the basic facts had been revealed (along with diagrams for Sirius' benefit). Draco Malfoy was a veela; fact one. Draco Malfoy had claimed Harry Potter as his submissive mate as soon as he had sniffed him out, which had been that night; fact two. Harry Potter had to be transformed into a veela for the bonding to take place; fact three. It was at this point that things became a little confused in Sirius Black's mind. He could see absolutely no reason why his precious godson had to be turned into a thingy and didn't see why he couldn't just take Harry away and hide him somewhere. When Remus looked at him blankly, he suggested Italy. 'But why can't I?' He whined.

Remus was just exhausted and exasperated by this time. 'Because it's illegal Padfoot.'

'And how can you turn a perfectly ordinary, adorable little godson into a veela, just like that? It doesn't make sense.' Suddenly Sirius sat upright from where he had been huddled on the floor in despair. 'He's not one of those things already is he?'

Remus looked at Dumbledore in desperation. He wasn't dealing with this too well himself; he couldn't cope with one of Sirius' fits. Dumbledore, seeing his look of pathetic despair, took sympathy on him. 'No, no, no. Harry is quite human at this point. See!' He took his wand and did a complicated gesture towards the wall. On the wall appeared the image of Harry's dorm room. The beds were all empty except for one. There, cradled against the very big, very blonde and very veela Draco Malfoy, was Harry Potter, fast asleep. Draco was nuzzling him and looked very self satisfied. Every now and again he would bend down and lick the nape of Harry's neck.

Sirius got up in outrage. 'You can't permit this. For that…that…that Malfoy, to be molesting my unconscious godson. He probably drugged him. Moony! We must stop this.' Remus walked up to his husband and hugged him saying. 'There, there Padfoot. I'm sure Harry hasn't been drugged. Look…' He gestured towards the screen. 'He's just asleep.'

It was at this point Lucius Malfoy cleared his throat. He had been silent up until this point, leaving it to his wife to explain in intricacies of Draco's inheritance. 'Actually…in the meetings in which a submissive is claimed and transformed into a veela, the dominant emits a pheromone which serves to put the chosen mate into a trance, for a better word.' He looked at the gaping faces of Remus, Sirius and McGonagall. 'It's to ensure compliance.' He shrugged. 'We can't have submissives running off before the dominant even has a chance to transform them.'

'I thought you said he hasn't been transformed yet?' Sirius suspiciously interrogated Dumbledore. Lucius interrupted just as Dumbledore was about to speak. He spoke in a very bored tone. 'There are no born veela submissives, only dominants are born. On the first night in which a dominant identifies his future submissive, he claims them; with a bite.' He said gesturing to the screen.

Sirius squinted and finally made out that Draco Malfoy was licking a bite on the nape of his godson's neck. He growled. Lucius continued. 'His pheromones ensure compliance during this time and the trance that they put the submissive under ensures that the submissive has no memory of these events. This is also true for the seven nights following this, when the dominant will visit his intended and transform them into a veela by the oral transference of blood, tears, and semen, if the submissive is a male.'

'SEMEN!' Sirius bellowed. Lucius carried on as if no interruption had taken place. 'Within the week after this the couple must obtain a parental blessing and blessing from Venus. It is only after this has taken place that the submissive will become a true veela.'

Sirius sank to the floor again. Remus sank with him. 'As we have already discussed it is illegal to try and prevent this transformation from taking place.' Lucius looked sternly at Dumbledore, Snape, Remus and Sirius, as if they would try to separate his son from his chosen mate. 'If an attempt is made and it is successful, the dominant veela will die.' Narcissa Malfoy stepped forwards to join her husband in glaringly at the aforementioned figures.

'Typically, soon after the transformation has taken place, the pair will bond. This consists of full consensual sexual intercourse and the bonding bites, which each will give to the other.' Sirius wondered to himself if Lucius Malfoy was an encyclopaedia, disguised in human form. 'The veela's instincts are too strong to be denied for both the submissive and the dominant.'

'Yes, thank-you Mr Malfoy. Very informative indeed. Don't we all agree?' Dumbledore looked around encouragingly at his companions, as if they were attending a lecture on The Mating Habits of the Busy, Busy Bee. They looked at him incredulously. 'Yes…well…now we get onto the tricky part.'

'Now we get onto the tricky part? What are you talking about "now we get onto the tricky part"?' Sirius expostulated sarcastically. 'Where have you been for the last few hours? There's been something very decidedly tricky about this whole damned Merlin's shit of a mess.' McGonagall clicked her tongue disapprovingly, and met Sirius' glare head on when he turned on her.

'Yes…well…there are a few things we have to bear in mind during Harry's transformation.' Sirius glared at the last two words but said nothing. 'It is an extremely dangerous time for the young submissive veela to be.'

'Dangerous!' Sirius was about to begin another rant.

'Dangerous!' exclaimed Dumbledore happily. 'First, we must be careful to make sure young Harry does not find out about the transformation that he is going through. If he does find out, then his magic will start acting subconsciously against the veela magic introduced into his system for the transformation. This would create a magical instability and would lead to illness and possibly even death.' Sirius paled. 'Quite so,' said Dumbledore looking at the depressed godfather.

'Secondly…'

'Oh why does there have to be a "secondly"?'

'Shut up Black.' Snape sniped.

'Secondly…' said Dumbledore very deliberately, 'the extreme instability that Harry will be experiencing over the next week means that he will be extremely vulnerable to the influence of the magic of the other pupils and teachers, besides Draco of course.' He added the last, sending a smile at Lord and Lady Malfoy, who didn't return it.

'This means that we will not be able to allow him to interact magically with them in class. Unfortunately it also means that we will have to be very sure that no-one touches him, besides Draco, in the next week.'

'Now how the hell are we supposed to do that? You can't have a perfectly ordinary teenage boy not touching anyone for a week. It's insane.' Sirius expostulated. Remus nodded in agreement.

'Well I'm glad you asked,' said Dumbledore whilst placidly unwrapping a lemon-drop and popping it into his mouth. 'We will just have to have a little assembly rather early this morning. Six am should do it. It will let the little ones have enough sleep, and we can ensure that Harry is not present. We'll explain the situation to them and that they must not touch Mr Potter for the next week or use any magic upon him. Oh, and also that he must not find out why.' He turned to his deputy head. 'Minerva, if you would be so kind to arrange it.' McGonagall sighed resignedly as she got up and headed out to arrange it. 'Oh, Minerva, I nearly forgot.' She stopped and turned around. 'I believe you will find Mr Longbottom, Mr Thomas, Mr Weasley and Mr Finnegan in the third guest suite. You will make sure they attend, won't you?' With that Dumbledore turned back to face his remaining guests. McGonagall grumbled slightly to herself before exiting the room.

'Now, it has long been a tradition of the Veela race to choose protectors for the transitioning submissive, to ensure that all goes well. Sirius, Remus, I am sure that you will wish to take on this role.' He looked expectantly at the two men.

'Of course.' Remus replied. When Sirius said nothing, he turned to see him looking rather morose. He nudged him a little. 'For Harry,' he said under his breath. Sirius huffed and said reluctantly, 'Fine.'

'Good, good! Now…'

'It is my son's wish that Severus also take part in the protection of his future mate.'

Dead silence met Lucius Malfoy's statement. Snape tried to look pleadingly at his friend whilst retaining his intimidating demeanour. It didn't work.

'Snivellus!' said Sirius in disbelief. 'You can't possibly expect Snivellus to take proper care of my godson. This is unbelievable!' He started pacing agitatedly. Remus looked at him in worry. Snape's mouth tightened in anger.

Lucius Malfoy simply raised an eyebrow and drawled, 'I'm afraid you don't have any choice in the matter. The dominant veela may appoint a certain person to watch his future mate. And I'm sure Severus wouldn't wish to upset his godson at a time like this.' He idly played with his snake headed cane as he said this. Snape picked up on the implied threat and decided it wasn't worth the effort to try and argue the point. He sulkily gave his assent. Sirius growled.

'It might also be a good idea,' said Dumbledore, switching the lemon drop from one side of his mouth to the other, 'to involve one of his friends in protecting Harry.'

'What about Hermione? I'm sure she's more than capable of fighting off any danger,' suggested Remus. 'She always excelled in Defence against the Dark Arts.'

'She always excelled in everything,' pointed out Sirius.

'Yes…well…I'm afraid Miss Granger might be a little…unsuitable for the role of protector.' Dumbledore blushed. Snape, Sirius and Remus looked at him in fascination. Dumbledore had not been known to blush since the Great Incident of '77 in which the Marauders had caused his robes to fly up at any female who passed within ten metres of him. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy simply looked bored. 'You see the protectors must be present during the transformation process.' He looked at them significantly. Sirius and Remus looked back in incomprehension. Until….

'Arghhhhh! Remus! We have to watch that…' Sirius looked at the Malfoy's dirtily. '…that veela molest Harry.' He shuddered. 'There's going to be Malfoy semen.' He shook his hands as if trying to shake it off him.

'Actually your godson is going to be drinking the Malfoy semen,' added Snape maliciously.

'Snivellus! I'm going to curse you to…'

'Well at least Harry is going to be in a trance. Your godson is probably dying to drink Harry's semen.' Remus rebutted pulling Sirius back from potential homicide.

'Harry's semen! Remus, why? Why did you have to say those two words together?' Sirius paled. 'I'm going to watch Harry orgasm.' He paused. 'That's just…wrong.'

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'Just look at this way Padfoot,' said Remus soothingly whilst stroking his poor befuddled head. 'Harry's always wanted someone to love. And you've noticed as much as I have that Harry's letters have been mentioning more and more how lonely he's been feeling. You want Harry to be happy don't you?'

'Yes…but…'

'And you want Harry to experience the same happiness we feel, don't you?' interrupted Remus before his husband could continue.

Sirius sighed, 'Yes.'

'Then don't try to come in between him and his chance for happiness,' said Remus firmly.

'But it's a Malfoy. Harry doesn't even like him. Just last week he wrote to us saying what an underhanded, dishonourable git he was. Don't you remember?' Sirius said all this looking hopefully up at his beloved. Remus just gave him a look. A very specific look. A look that promised quick punishment if Sirius didn't stop being stubborn. For a brief moment Sirius was tempted. Then Remus spoke again.

'You heard as well as I did, that once Harry becomes a submissive veela his instincts will take over. We will just have to…conspire against him a little until then. And besides, everyone wants a veela's love. They love unconditionally and for the whole of their lives.'

'Everyone should want a werewolf's love,' said Sirius licking his lips. 'They love unrestrainedly and for the whole of the night.' He attempted to grab his husband, who slipped out of his grasp just in time.

'Later. First promise me that you will help to get Harry together with Draco.' Sirius stared at him. Remus stared back.

'Fine! I will help to get Harry together with Draco.'

'And you will not attempt to endanger their courtship in any way.'

'And I will not attempt to endanger their courtship in any way.' Sirius looked at Remus with extreme frustration. 'Happy?'

Remus slinked towards Sirius and wrapped himself around the taller man before saying. 'Now I am.'

'You're so cheesy.'

'Shut up Sirius.'