"When are you going to tell him Harry?" Harry glanced up from his parchment. He'd been sitting in the common room trying to finish an essay for his Charms homework. Hermione was glaring down at him.
"Tell who?"
"You know full well who. You should have already talked this whole thing out with him, weeks ago."
"I'm waiting." Harry said knowing he sounded petulant. He felt like he was in a constant struggle these days. There was the part of him that was so dark and desperate to control Draco. Then there was the part of him that was still just Harry, he didn't know what would happen once he'd talked to Draco. Would it get easier? Or harder?
He'd thought after his last visit Draco would have worked it all out in no time. He'd half expected the boy to burst into his room that moment and demand answers. As it was Draco had done nothing despite it almost having been a week. Meanwhile Harry was back to frantic needy desperation. Every time he saw Draco these days he wanted to throw him down and shag him senseless. How was he supposed to talk to him?
"What are you waiting for Harry? For him to figure it out on his own, how can he be expected to do that with no information?"
Harry went to answer but stopped when he saw the way her face changed. She had gone from stern to horrified. Staring at something past Harry's shoulder, Harry moved to look, ignoring Hermione's cry.
"Harry don't!"
Draco had just come down, presumably from his dorm. He was holding hands with Justin Finch-Fletchley. They were talking softly together. Harry saw red but before he could get across the room or even out of his chair.
"Stupefy" Hermione muttered behind him and then there was only darkness.
Draco had waited impatiently for Harry to come talk to him about the kiss but as days passed nothing was said. Even his dreams of Harry seemed to have calmed. He still dreamed of him every night but somehow they didn't seem as real as they had been. Not since the night with the flowers. That had been so strange. Draco had felt like it was real but he didn't know of a spell that could do that.
Since then he'd been researching. He'd only found one spell that did anything like what he'd experience but somehow he doubted Harry Potter of all people would use a spell with such a shifty reputation. Harry had been watching him constantly lately but had stopped talking to him almost completely.
Draco decided it was time to up the stakes a bit. He had started a pretty tentative friendship with Justin at the beginning of the year. He was a Hufflepuff which was embarrassing but Draco thought less embarrassing then some of his other options. Justin had been amused when Draco told him he needed help to make somebody jealous. He'd not said who, knowing that if Justin knew he probably wouldn't help him.
Draco was puzzled by what he saw. Granger's face had been one of absolute horror. She hadn't seemed sad really or worried about Harry she'd looked terrified. Harry, well in the moment before Granger had stunned him he'd looked. . .murderous. It was all far more dramatic than he'd really expected. He'd known Harry was intense but surely not dangerous, was he?
"Draco? Are you trying to have me murdered? You never said it was Potter you were trying to make me jealous. Merlin, I'll be in my room. Just stay away from me Draco." Justin stumbled backwards up the stairs. The look on his face told Draco he'd definitely seen the look on Harry's face as well. Meanwhile Granger was advancing.
"You did that on purpose? What are you thinking Draco? Have you gone mad or are you just trying to drive Harry mad? Do you have any idea what jealousy can do to a Ve. .."
"Hermione NOOOO!" Neville Longbottom had dived across the room and clamped his hand firmly over Granger's mouth. It was too late.
"Harry Potter is a Veela?" Draco's voice was a whisper but Hermione's hadn't been. The entire room burst into conversation. Draco meanwhile was numb.
Harry woke in the hospital wing and lunged forward rage still coursing through him, only to find himself strapped to the bed. For a few moments he struggled against his bindings almost growling. Slowly he started to calm, the world came into focus. Ron was standing next to him watching his struggle with something akin to amusement. Hermione was in the chair rocking slightly. She appeared to be praying.
"Oh Harry! You're awake. I'm so sorry! I'm so so so very sorry please I didn't mean too. Oh please I'm so sorry!" Harry raised a hand against the tide of apologies. He was surprised why would he be that mad about her stunning him. As his brain righted itself he realized that in that moment he had been prepared to tear Finch-Fletchley limb from limb. Even thinking about him sent hot rage lancing through him.
"Hermione calm down. You did the right thing; if you hadn't stunned me Justin would probably be dead right now." Hermione stopped apologizing and looked at him with wide horrified eyes. Ron grimaced.
"That's not why she's apologizing." Ron said solemnly. Harry raised his eyebrows. Had something else happened? He wasn't in pain and as far as he could tell he had all his body parts. What could she possibly have done that was so bad?
"Tell me what's wrong. I'm not in pain and as far as I can tell I've not been injured what could possibly be so bad." Rather than calming Hermione let out a strangled whimper. Ron sighed and rubbed her back comfortingly.
"Well I wasn't in the room but I don't think she can tell you. From what I understand after Finch-Fletchley saw the look on your face, he chewed Malfoy out and went back upstairs. Apparently he was just trying to make you jealous." Ron's voice had a bracing tone and Harry couldn't understand why. That was wonderful news, relief spread through him relaxing all his muscles, he hadn't even realized how tense he was.
"That doesn't sound like a bad thing Ron," Harry said smiling to himself "can you untie me please. I no longer feel the need to murder." Hermione let out another whimper.
"Let me finish, there's more and if once I've explained what happened. You don't feel the need to tear any certain best friends of yours limb from limb, we'll get to the restraints."
Harry raised his eyebrows again smirking slightly. He couldn't think of anything that could upset him now that he knew Draco wasn't involved with anyone else.
"So when Hermione realized what Malfoy had done she got a bit, peeved, let's say. She started yelling like she does and well. . ." Ron seemed to be searching for the right words when Hermione cut in.
"Oh Harry I told him you were a Veela! The whole common room heard! I'm so sorry!"
Harry didn't know how to process what he had just heard. Draco knew. Hermione had told him and now Draco knew. For a moment there was rushing in his ears. Outside heavy clouds rolled in and rain started pouring down while lightening crackled angrily overhead. Draco knew.
"Does he know he's my soul mate?" Harry asked interrupting whatever Ron was saying about Neville. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other.
"Well we didn't tell him but. . . It wouldn't be hard to put together considering."
"Considering the way I've been pursuing him and hexing people who talk badly about him." Hermione nodded. Harry sighed and leaned back against his pillow.
"I'd like to go to sleep now."
Authors notes: Yes Harry caused the storm, just to be clear. I read that some veela myths refer to their control over storms. So. . The Secrets out. How do you think our boys will handle it. Happy? Sad? Filthy Sex? I hope I don't have to bribe you again to hear your thoughts. I've so enjoyed all the reviews thus far please I beg of you Keep them coming!