Authors note: I think it pretty much goes without saying this is a slash fic with a good chance of filth and or kinkiness. But just to be sure no one is shocked/offended when that happens I'm stating it for the record. This is a Harry/Draco piece you will see het pairings but only in passing.
Harry slid back into his seat. His head was pounding.
'What the Hell just happened out there?'
He knew, of course. He just – didn't want to know.
"What's up with protecting the Ferret, Harry?" Ron asked cordially. Harry's wand was out and aimed so fast that it even took Harry himself by surprise.
"When I said no one insults Malfoy that included you." Ron gaped. Suddenly, Harry felt dizzy. Looking down, he was almost surprised to find himself aiming at Ron. He lowered his arm, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry Ron. I dunno what came over me." Harry shuddered. His adrenaline was pumping so fast for a moment, that he had really wanted to curse Ron. Hermione gasped, she'd been watching their exchange quietly. The one gasp was all it took to tell Harry that she had figured him out.
"Oh Harry! Is he your –"
"Don't say it, Hermione! There's no way to know that!" Harry's voice was sharp. He couldn't bear to hear it from Hermione's lips. That would only make it true. Of course, he'd known the second he saw Draco. He'd been standing there with his hair slightly mussed and cheeks pink from running through the train. He'd been stunning, breathtaking and Harry had wondered vaguely why he hadn't noticed it before.
Hermione was staring at him thoughtfully and Harry shook himself. He'd been picturing Draco standing there, pressed against him like before and had completely zoned out.
"But you do know it's true, Don't you?" Hermione's voice was soft and gentle. Harry sighed and nodded. He would have preferred to keep it to himself, but if Hermione knew, it was only a matter of time until Ron did. As for the other two, Neville had trusted him when all seemed lost, killing Nagini even when he thought Harry was dead. Luna was too dreamy to care much, one way or another. He trusted them both completely.
"Know what? Will someone please tell me what is going on here?" Ron demanded furiously. Hermione cast a questioning glance at Harry, who shrugged as if to tell her to get on with it.
"It appears that Draco Malfoy is Harry's soul mate."
Draco was surprised when he stepped off the train, and was ambushed by Professor Sprout.
"You're an 8th Year. When you reach the Great Hall, you are not to sit at your traditional table. You will sit with the other 8th Years at your own table."
Draco nodded, but Sprout had already moved along to seek out the rest of the 8th years. Inside, his heart felt heavy. He had been counting on having the protection of the Slytherins surrounding him. He was still conflicted about what happened on the train. He was furious at Potter for acting as though he couldn't watch out for himself, but he couldn't forget the intensity in his eyes.
It hadn't really occurred to him that he would be sitting with Potter at dinner, until he entered the hall. They were already seated, the Golden Trio. All three were famous after the war. Everyone knew how they'd helped Potter to seek out the Horcruxes and ultimately defeat Voldemort. Even Longbottom – that bumbling, chubby boy was neither bumbling, nor chubby anymore. Instead, he had gained renown for his feats of courage during the war. Draco had heard the boy had stood up to the Carrow's, despite being tortured and punished for it. He would be sharing a table with Hero's, and he was just a cowardly traitor. Draco really wanted to go home.
The golden trio was huddled in conversation – or rather, Weasley and Granger were. Weasley's face was flushed and angry as he seemed to be arguing with Granger, who was defending her point furiously. Potter was leaned back on his chair, seemingly trying to distance himself from them. He looked glorious; his muscles were visible, despite his robes. His face was perfect and his eyes, his eyes were looking straight at Draco.
Draco flushed, and quickly looked around the rest of the hall, embarrassed to be caught staring. Not that he was the only one, he realized quickly as he walked toward their new table. It seemed that most eyes were drawn to Potter, he was like a beacon of light in a dark room. Boys and girls alike seemed unable to take their eyes off of him. Draco finally reached his table, and slid into a seat as far away from Potter as he could get. Soon the feast began.
As he ate, he felt rather than saw Potter looking at him. The heat of his stare was scorching. He wondered if Potter was angry at him for coming, but then why would he defend him? Draco really didn't understand, the few times he had looked up, Potter had been faced away talking or laughing with his friends. Well, except for the last time. The feast was drawing to a close, and Draco turned. Potter's eyes met his, his green eyes seemed dark, and there was still that hard intensity that so unsettled Draco. He had felt frozen and helpless under his gaze. Shifting uncomfortably on his seat, but not looking away, his face flushed as the moment extended, and Potter did not look away. It was McGonagall's voice that cut through the moment, ending it as Potter turned to face her.
"This year is expected to be a difficult one. When one loses their loved ones and their safety, recovery is hard, but we will recover together. The safety of this school was violated last May – a violation I know each and everyone of you have suffered from. Now the school is safe, those who threatened it are either dead, or in Azkaban where they belong. For the first time in this school's history, we welcome our 8th year students to retake their final year. I say again recovery is hard, but together we will persevere. That is why I have decided the 8th years will house together. I must ask of you to stay, so I can take you all to your new dorm. The rest of you are dismissed."
Harry watched as the students shuffled out of the Hall, waiting to stand, until the only ones left were the 8th Years. During dinner, he had been struck by how few there were. He knew part of it was reluctance to continue with school, but he also knew some gaps were for another reason. Harry thought of Lavender. He had seen her just before the light in her eyes faded for the last time. No one knew the curse that hit her. They only knew that it took more time than the killing curse, and that they didn't know who to reverse it.
There were no Slytherin's other than Draco. Frankly, he'd been surprised Draco had even bothered to return. Draco seemed surprised too, judging by the grim way he kept scanning the room like he'd rather be elsewhere. He hated that he couldn't stop looking at him. He also hated the way everything seemed to go quiet in his brain when he saw Draco. The way his inner Veela seemed to coo and say, 'Yes, that one. That one's ours'.
That was probably what bothered Harry most. His subconscious just kept screaming, Mine. He wanted to own Draco, to possess him completely. Harry had never before wanted to be the center of anyone's attention. That's why he liked his friends – they loved him, but didn't obsess about him. But Draco – he wanted Draco to obsess. He wanted to be the only thing the other boy thought about. He wanted to touch him, taste him, mark him, really, he just wanted to own him. It was powerful and... Troubling.
McGonagall was talking again, Harry realized.
"You will be housed in one of the towers toward the back of the castle, previously unused. I have decided, that because you are older, and there are fewer than the other years, you will house two to a room. I will assign your rooms, but you have the option to switch. Susan Bones and Fay Dunbar. . ." McGonagall continued down the list, but Harry was barely listening. He wondered if he could room with Draco. He should have asked McGonagall as it was, it would probably better to stick with Ron but then.
"Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, however I must say to you both, as well as all other students – If you become pregnant, Ms. Granger, you will both be expelled. A pregnant witch has unpredictable magic, and cannot be allowed to remain. See Madam Pomfrey to learn a contraceptive spell. That applies to the rest of you as well."
Hermione was very red, but nodded obediently. McGonagall continued.
"Harry Potter and Dean Thomas." Harry turned, looking for Dean. He hadn't even realized Dean was back. He flashed him a smile, and Dean waved.
"Neville Longbottom and Draco Malfoy." Harry glanced at Neville, who seemed to pale slightly. Harry moved over to him, and said softly, "I'm glad it's you. Look out for him for me, will you? I trust you to not to be a prat." Neville smiled, and nodded, looking relieved to find that Harry was not angry.
Draco was not happy, as he stormed up into his new room. Longbottom eyed him cautiously as he walked into the room, a moment later. Draco had thrown himself onto one of the beds. The worst part was that it didn't matter who he roomed with. There were no Slytherins, those who hadn't died in the war, had opted not to return.
"All right there, Draco?" Longbottom asked. His tone sounded suspiciously friendly. Since when were they at a first name basis, anyway?
"Got something to say, Longbottom? Go on, let's hear you, get all your jabs in for the Death Eater scum. The loser, the coward, get them out of your system, now!" Draco was practically growling. He was so mad. Longbottom just looked surprised.
"Oh I wouldn't say anything like that, Draco. I know you saved Harry's life at the Manor. He told me. Besides, I doubt anyone will bother you, after what happened on the train. I don't want to get on his bad side. Especially now that..." Neville trailed off and flushed, like he'd said something he shouldn't.
"Now that what? And why did Potter pull that on the train? You were there, you must know." Draco demanded. Neville seemed to turn even redder, shaking his head.
"Never mind, I reckon Harry just wants to give you a chance to change. No big deal. There's no other reason. I'm tired. Good night." Without another word, Longbottom got into bed fully dressed, and pretended to sleep. Stupid Gryffindors are bloody terrible liars, Draco thought resentfully, before taking out a book to read.
Hermione had dashed off to the library as soon as she'd seen her room, so Ron and Harry waited up for her in their new common room. It was a nice room, cozy and decorated in a variety of different colors, representing each of the other houses. Ron was beating Harry at chess, and they were both very pointedly not talking about Draco.
Hermione burst back in, slamming a large tome down on the table, next to their game. The thump caused the pieces to scatter and begin shouting obscenities at her. She ignored them, and turned to Harry.
"I've found it! This book has a whole section on male Veela. Apparently, they are much more reclusive, so there is less known about them. This writer actually spent years integrating into their society, before he ever even saw a male. Here, read." Hermione opened the book and pointed to a passage.
'The Elusive Male
Male Veela are rarely seen, except by other Veela. This is partly because there are so few of them around. Veela woman are far more likely to birth daughters. Male Veela are rarely pureblooded, and are often the result of intermarrying. Another reason they seem so rare, is because they are often not recognized to be Veela. They lack the trademark blond Veela hair; instead their hair is normally black.
Male Veela serve as a balance for the females. They are opposite in nearly every way to their feminine counterparts, though they do share some of the same powers. Male Veela still wield their dangerous allure, and are able to hypnotize with their voice alone. They are not able to change form (unless they are part wizard and become an animagus through traditional means). Male Veela have some weather control, and have been known to cause storms in fits of anger.
Male's are also far more dominating. This is likely due to the flighty temperamental nature of the female Veela. Males have an inherent need to control their mates. While both sexes have soul mates, it is the males who feel this impulse more strongly. Once it's mate is identified, a Veela will become obsessed with controlling them and possessing them, until they are properly bonded through the mating process.
While the male will be driven to possess and dominate, it cannot over power or force it's mate to act against it's will. The allure will work on the mate, but not as strongly and the Veela cannot hypnotize them as they would other people. The Veela male has no sexual interest in anyone except it's mate. Theoretically, it could perform sexually but would never be inclined to try. '
"Huh," Harry said softly, leaning back against his chair. A moment later, as Ron finished reading he said, "Wow, it's a good thing you're only part Veela, Harry. Imagine being obsessed with controlling Malfoy, that'd be a nightmare."
"Yeah, I guess it would." Harry mumbled, but inside his inner Veela just said 'Mine'.
Author notes: First off I'm loving how many reviews this is getting as of now I have 9 my other story with 3 chapters still only has ten so this is awesome! I want to be clear and give credit where credit is due. LalalaSpacingInPandaLand is the one who asked for a veela dom/sub fic. I'm glad she did because I've loved writing it and would probably love reading it if I weren't the one writing it. (if that makes sense)
Also I want to give a special thanks to xDemoiselleGothique who offered to be my beta. I posted this before she got it back to me but have now updated with the corrected version.
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