It had been a week since school started and Harry was starting to lose it. He'd been trying to avoid Draco. It was a challenge given they both lived together and had nearly identical class schedules but mostly Harry managed. It was driving him mad though. The Veela instinct in his brain seemed to get angrier and more insistent everyday. 'Mine, Mine, Must have, need, want Mine!' it was a constant barrage inside his brain of possessive desire. It had to stop, Harry was going to have to do something.

Hermione had suggested just telling Draco everything and leaving it to the Slytherin to do the right thing. Harry doubted it would work and besides he didn't want Draco to accept having to be with him. He wanted him to need him, yearn for him the same way Harry yearned for and needed Draco. More than that he wanted Draco to submit to him completely, his head was filled with vague half formed ideas of Draco helpless and yearning for him.

He felt like he was losing his mind. Every time he saw Draco now he burned, it was like a slow delicious torture he could barely control. At the moment he was sitting in the library, eyes on his homework. Not that he could see it really. Draco was sitting halfway across the room also leaned over a book. Harry could smell him even from a distance, his Veela senses seemed to have honed in on Draco so Harry could pick up his scent from yards away.

"Harry! Harry!" Suddenly a hand waved in front of his eyes, distracting him from the blond. His eyes snapped up to the annoyed face of Hermione. He wondered if she'd been trying to get his attention long.

"This really has to stop. You can't focus; you're already behind on all your assignments. If you don't want to tell him fine but for the love of Merlin do something!"

"I've already told you Hermione, if I told him he'd freak out. I've known him for years he couldn't deal. He'd probably leave school if I told him." Harry said his voice urgent but low, terrified of being overheard.

"Well, then plan something. You're a Veela for goodness sakes! It's not like you can't make him want you." Ron said helpfully.

"That's a good idea, a plan. I can do plans, I'm good at plans."

"What are you trying to plan Harry?" Ginny asked sitting down across from him. She'd been trying to act cool since they'd returned to school and was doing her best to stay friends. Harry opened his mouth but Ron beat him to it.

"To make his soul mate fall for him." As soon as it was out of his mouth Ron realized his mistake. Ginny's face fell then darkened with anger.

"His soul mate?" Turning to Harry "You're soul mate has been here all along and you still went out with me. Who is she Harry? Do I have classes with her? Once you're together will I have to see you together?" Ginny was getting loud and Harry sensed rather than saw Draco turn his way. He put up his hands.

"Ginny! Please calm down! I had no idea about any of this. I never even thought of them before now. I really cared about you Ginny I'm sorry! I'm so sorry if I could change things I would but I can't!" Harry kept his voice low. Draco was turned their way and Harry suspected he could hear everything they were saying.

"Who. Is. She?" Ginny spoke in a halting angry tone but she was mercifully quiet. Harry took a sidelong glance at Draco who was still watching the exchange with interest. He took out his quill and wrote it down. Sliding the paper to her across the table, Harry watched the way her face changed when she saw it. The emotions flitted across it like lightening from shock to horror to fury. She looked up at Harry, then turned and saw Draco still watching them.

"You could have just told me you're gay." Her voice was a whisper of controlled rage. Harry was offended.

"I'm not! I just" She glared and Harry wilted. He'd never thought about it like that. Draco's gender hadn't even really occurred to him. Draco was just his. He looked back at Ginny's glowering face.

"I'm sorry you're right. But I didn't know."

The idea came to him the day after his 'gay' revelation. From the idea came the plan. Harry finally knew how to get Draco to want him the way he wanted Draco. He'd woken late that night covered in sweat, hard as a rock. It had been happening since his birthday. He'd dream of Draco but unlike his birthday he never came again and had to deal with the issue manually.

He reached down and frantically began pulling at his erection closing his eyes and picturing Draco in front of him on his knees, naked. His imaginary Draco begged Harry, his face eager as his own erection leaked. He wanted to touch himself but Harry just wanted to hear him beg. Shuddering Harry came. If only Draco could see things as he did.

The next morning he asked Hermione if it was possible. She had eyed him suspiciously but said that yes she knew a spell that would work. Then she lectured him on the ethics of what he was thinking about doing.

"But Hermione we're soul mates. Anything I do will be the way it was supposed to happen. That's why its fate."

Hermione blinked at him and had no response.

That night just before Draco went to bed; Harry aimed his wand at him and whispered

"Somnium"

Harry quickly returned to his dorm and climbed into bed pulling the sheets closed and casting a silencing charm just in case Dean was up.

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Draco's eyes were heavy. He'd stayed up too late with his Arithmacy homework and was feeling completely tapped out. He climbed into his bed and promptly fell asleep.

"Draco" The voice was soft against his skin causing him to shudder. He kept his eyes closed. "Draco, look at me"

His eyes flew open and he was shocked to see Harry Potter standing there. The other man was dressed in black leather pants and nothing else. He was smiling down at Draco and he looked . . . predatory.

"P-Potter? What are you doing in my room?" Draco demanded trying to keep the shaking out of his voice. Harry was sexy. His muscles stood out clearly, his sharp hip bones pointing out above his leather pants.

"Where else would I be Draco? You belong to me." Harry's eyes had that intense heat in them again. Draco flushed knowing he should be angry but at the moment mostly just feeling aroused. Harry stalked closer to him.

"I do not belong to you!" Draco squeaked out. Harry smiled and laughed softly. Leaning in he ran his hand along Draco's face.

"Oh but you do. You are MINE Draco Malfoy. Deep down you know it's true. You want it to be true." Draco tried to move away only to find himself bound to his bed. He didn't think he had been a moment ago but now he was with his wrists and ankles tied so he was spread eagle in front of Harry. Draco heard Harry's breath catch and Draco realized he was also naked.

"I do like to look at my things Draco. I must say you look delicious." And then Harry was touching him. His fingers danced over Draco's torso and he could do nothing but moan from the pleasure of it. Harry never touched his cock just bit and licked across his neck and torso. Draco could feel Harry's erection digging into his hip as Harry explored his body. Soon Draco felt the pleasure building inside of him the pleasure coiling deep in his loins.

"Oh Harry, I think I'm gonna- OH"

"No you're not Draco! You're going to wake up and when you do, you're going to touch yourself and scream my name. Do it NOW!"

Draco sat up straight in his bed, he looked around. Of course Harry was no where to be seen. He was alone. Alone and hard as a rock, that was so hot, so so hot. He reached down and began to touch himself. Remembering Harry's voice in his ear, you are mine. He came hard and suddenly, screaming.

"Harry!" He collapsed back onto the bed. Shuddering and feeling as though he may die from pleasure.

Authors Notes: I've noticed the reviews have slowed down which makes me sad. I do want to thank the reviewer who told me about the story alerts. I didn't know I could check them and that helped my self esteem a bit. I still prefer reviews tho. So PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW

Again this is un beta'd after I write a chapter I'm just so desperate for feed back I tend to immediately post.

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