Hjerte: This only happens to me
By Duo V.P.V.M.
Chapter 7
When he was eleven years old, a couple of days before leaving for Hogwarts, his father sat on his bed, something unlike him, and told him about the relationship between the Malfoys and the Veelas.
It was a great surprise, to tell the truth, something that changed the idea he had of his family. His father was proud of it, although the union between a wizard and a creature was not well received. Wanting to reflect the pride that his father showed, he decided to investigate. He would be the most prepared person to receive his inheritance in Hogwart's history.
By the time his sixteenth birthday came, he was ready. There was nothing that could surprise him.
Dominant Veela. That was a surprise.
However having studied the Veelas, their behaviors, and abilities, adapting didn't present much of a problem. His candidate for Hjerte, was.
For years, led by the romantic stories that filled the books about Veelas, he fantasized about meeting his Hjerte, the other half of him, the love of his life, his soul mate, and all of that. At first, he imagined a pretty girl, with blond hair like his and blue eyes. In fact, now that he thought about it, his first thoughts about his mate were quite like his mother.
Over time he was able to contemplate a man as a possible candidate, at the same time he changed the blonde hair for a darker one and the blue eyes for a little more greenish; he must have noticed that those eyes suspiciously resembled those of someone he knew, but he dismissed it, only focusing on the expectation of meeting his Hjerte.
The blow was fatal.
Once the annoying physical and magical changes had passed, he realized the identity of his Hjerte with a single thought, leaving him in shock for about an hour, to continue with the denial in all its form, including, of course, the typical tantrum so inappropriate for a Malfoy.
Accepting it took, incredibly, two days. One would think that as soon as he discovered his Hjerte, a Veela would fall completely in love, unfortunately, the reality was different, and Draco knew, given the long list of previous encounters, that he could not have his Hjerte as his enemy. They would kill each other in less than five minutes.
The idea of trying to hurt his Hjerte ended his doubts, leading him to resignation, followed in less than a day by bitter acceptance.
Now he wondered if it hadn't been better if his Hjerte had been someone else, preferably someone he could handle or at least someone who didn't give him headaches.
A deep sigh escaped his lips as he tried to pay attention to his potions book, instead of watching every movement of the table in front of him.
"Stop doing that" Theo stated without looking up from his notes.
"He can't help it, he's in love" Blaise whispered, imitating a girl's voice.
"Shut up Blaise" ordered the blonde hiding his face between the pages of his book
"It's your fault you're like this" Theo spoke again "If you spoke to him instead of just looking, you could concentrate on your homework."
"Talk to him? Don't you remember that he practically yelled at me to get away? ... for a second I thought he would send me to fuck off permanently" Draco exclaimed scared of the thought
"I do not think that´s possible" replied Theo
"Oh no? Enlight me."
"First: the mere fact that he did not reject you as soon as you told him is already a good sign. Second: haven't you noticed how Potter seems to mysteriously stay in your range of vision or how he has rejected the company of more than half the student body? Third: it seems to me that every time you are close enough Potter seems to be struggling to say something, but either he can't make up his mind, or he's not sure how to say it because he always ends up closing his mouth and just looking at you with lost doggy eyes, or I should say lost kitty." explained the boy with brown eyes
"Alright Theo, that's being a good observer" Blaise congratulated him
"It seems to me that you imagine things Nott, the last time I checked Harry hated me, why else would he yell at me in the middle of the great hall?" said Draco
"Because you harassed him" replied the brainiac of the group
"harassed him?" Asked incredulously the blonde
"Sure, or do you think it's easy to have someone behind you who loses all papers every time someone gets too close? Come on Dragon, no matter how flattering it is all the jealousy, eventually, becomes overwhelming, now imagine if you are just considering the idea of getting to know the person. I'm sure Potter wasn't trying to get you to stop talking to him, rather he wanted you to give him some space." Explain the Italian
"I'm not sure you're right" said the silver-eyed
Both friends simply shook their heads in defeat.
His thoughts continued in the same way for the rest of the weekend, leaving a discomfort that made him sleepless and prevented him from relaxing.
By Monday morning, the dark circles under his eyes were greenish, his eyes were bloodshot, and his skin had taken on a very unhealthy gray color. He hid all this behind a glamor spell and he was dragged by his friends to the great hall in an attempt to get him to eat something.
He just stared at the table of who was stealing his sleep, he exhaled calmly when he saw him smiling at his friends.
"You should eat something, you're looking terrible" Blaise spoke looking at him after a grimace to emphasize his state
"Thank you Blaise I appreciate you too" he replied with all the sarcasm and bad humor that he had.
"Truth be told Draco, no matter how many glamours you use, we know that you haven't slept at all and you are probably holding on to the table so as not to run towards the lion's table." intervened Theodore
"Look, I know you care about me but I can take care of myself, I just need to calm down a bit, my instincts are a bit altered, nothing to worry about." The blonde tried to reassure them by breathing deeply.
All his concentration went down the toilet once the golden trio got up with the intention of going to his first class and he automatically followed them at a safe distance. He immediately realized that he was not the only one following the golden trio at a distance. A Hufflepuff, from the color of his tie, walked quietly behind the boys but before he could see his face the boy had gone down one of the many corridors.
He quickly forgot the incident once he had reached the History classroom, where a large number of Gryffindors awaited the arrival of the teacher. It drew his attention that despite being a class taught by one of the greatest icons of the House of Snakes, none of his classmates were there.
They did not have to wait long as the figure of the new teacher appeared through the door, he refused to think of him as his father, at that time.
"Come in." It was all that came out of the professor's mouth before he turned back to his desk.
Obviously, everyone hastened their pace to enter and it was at that moment that he got into a crossroads; take his usual place, on the Slytherin side, or sit behind his Hjerte. His survival instinct won, he needed to pay all the attention he could and he would only do it by being close enough to his Hjerte.
The class with Lucius was much more entertaining than he thought, besides the incredible disruption from his house, and with all the hustle and bustle he managed to forget his discomfort for as long as it lasted.
After it was finished and after having assured his father, unofficially of course, that he was all right, which he surely did not believe, he rushed to Duel's classroom, only to find his Hjerte being harassed by a Hufflepuff. The same Hufflepuff who had followed him in the morning; Justin Fin-Flecher.
He heard how the brunette flirted without impudence, and he laughed when he saw the confused face of his Gryffindor, once he had caught the hint. It was at that moment that he decided to come to his aid and claim the place that belonged to him.
"If you want to know so many details about his life, I suggest you buy The Daily Prophet, they seem to find it fascinating how Potter yawns" Draco intervened. No one had noticed his arrival and now he was standing next to them.
"Malfoy, didn't they teach you not to interrupt? Or is it that your family has no proper manners?" Justin growled, very annoyed by the intervention.
"And you were not taught to respect someone else belongings" The blond questioned back without flinching, taking a seat next to Harry.
"Again with the possession thing." The Gryffindor rolled his eyes. "In what language do I have to tell you that I'm not a thing, Draco?" Potter replied.
"As I recall, a few days ago you said you were mine. Of course, if you like to repeat it, you can say it in Parseltongue, it's a language that I find extremely interesting" Draco suggested, passing his arm around the shorter man's waist.
He noticed how the green-eyed boy moved to get loose, he supposed he was uncomfortable so he decided to move away a little before he ended up yelling at him like the other day. He barely moved an inch away when he felt the brunette's body relax into his grip. Before he could even react to such a thing he was again interrupted by Fin-Flecher.
"I don't understand what need you have to be so close to Harry, Malfoy. But it seems to me, he doesn't want you here- Said Justi, releasing all the contempt he felt. Draco didn't even flinch at the comment, confident that Harry didn't mind at all.
"I don't really mind - he said resigned from between Draco's arms.
The brunette's face remained undaunted, only the tiny throbbing vein at his temple betrayed the deep anger towards Draco. He smiled, pleased by the brunette's reaction, and decided to fight back.
"You heard him Fin-Flecher. Now will you please get out of the way" Malfoy ordered, pressing the brunet's body against him. "You cover the view."
Furious, Justin was left with no choice but to withdraw. But he would not give up on his pursuit of Harry Potter.
When the Hufflepuff was gone, Harry turned to face Draco.
"We need to talk. Don't think that because you got me out of this awkward situation you're forgiven for ignoring me" Harry scolded him
"Can I remind you that it was you who told me to stay away?" Draco said with a raised eyebrow. "After class, we can talk all you want, how about that? Also, I have a thing or two to explain about the Veela situation.
"Good" Harry agreed, turning just in time to greet the new professor to class; Remus Lupin appeared at the door with a big smile on his face.
Draco´s heart skipped a bit after hearing the complaint made by his Hjerte, clearly been ignored bother the Gryffindor. It seemed that at the very least Harry Potter was starting to get used to his presence at his side, and Draco was going to take advantage of every bit. With that last thought, he gave his full attention to the class.
-D & H-
"Being part of this family means showing the world perfection and leaving our humanity at home."
That was his family motto.
For years he believed that it went back generations, that being a Malfoy implied perfection.
The truth was different.
It was his father who made him part of the family inheritance. Before him, he was just showing perfection. Nothing human.
Being a Malfoy was the greatest pride a wizard could have. Be a pureblood.
But they weren't, not one hundred percent.
Every so often a Malfoy with Veela heritage was born into the family, and it was the family's duty to keep it hidden. Abraxas Malfoy was one of them.
When Abraxas received his inheritance the Malfoys knew what to do. He would court his Hjerte, but only if they met the requirements to be part of the family, he would get married and have heirs. In case the "suggested" Hjerte was not of the liking of his parents, they would have to find another candidate for Hjerte. Simple.
A plan that had worked for years. Until that moment.
The, at the time, Mrs. Malfoy had other plans.
Raised in a family proud of her lineage, with deeply conservative ideas, she refused to let her son choose a man as his Hjerte. And Larence Withmore was a man after all.
Larence was a cheerful, rich, handsome, and pureblood boy, everything it took to be the perfect match for a Malfoy, as well as being Abraxas's best friend. But Mrs. Malfoy didn`t care.
It wasn't that same-sex marriages were forbidden, or that male pregnancies were weird, there were just families that didn't understand.
Even knowing that her son had already decided to woo young Withmore, Mrs. Malfoy devised a plan, one with which she would manage to convince Abraxas to marry a lady.
She cursed Larence, transforming the cheerful young man into a cat.
Abraxas tried everything to break the curse but nothing worked, his only consolation was being able to keep the cat with him.
The last of the Malfoys finally agreed to marry a young woman from an outstanding family and procreate a son, who became his light for a time until the need to stay with his Hjerte was too great, shutting himself up in the studio for most of the time.
The day his father died was the same day that the Bobtail cat didn't woke up anymore.
That was why Lucius had made an effort to find someone like Narcissa, intelligent, charismatic, elegant, and with no intention of maintaining a loving relationship with him, to mislead her mother. Adding to that, it was Narcissa who had opened his eyes to Severus.
He now applied the same idea of his father, only within four walls did he transform into what he really was, a man madly in love with a serious and foolish potionist.
"Stop thinking so much," Severus indicated, settling himself better on the sofa.
"I was remembering- explained the
"What? If you can tell - the black-eyed looked at him over the book that was in his hands
"About my father and Larence," he said shrugging it down.
"Oh" was all the man blurted out before hiding behind his book again
The blonde settled back, with his head in the jet's lap and his eyes closed, trying to find something to help his son in his attempt to conquer the foolish lion.
"You should relax Luc, you will only make your head ache" the potionist intervened again as he gently massaged the blond hair.
"I know, but I can't help it, my family and their secrets. We don't have the best romance story. And before you say anything, I know that the Draco and Potter thing isn't a romance yet, but you have to admit that it wouldn't be a big surprise if they decided to give it a try. Let's add war and my role as our Lord's right hand. Everything can go wrong" He snapped, it was obvious to anyone that Lucius Malfoy had lost his papers.
"What about the positives?" The gray eyes looked at him in disbelief "Do not look at me like that, I will not be the most positive being that exists but I can see when there are opportunities and here there are. First, their nature will prevent Potter from getting bored with Draco in addition to helping the brat see reason. The story between them, although it is not the best way to start a relationship, also helps, they know each other quite well from watching what the other did, in addition to the fact that the whole school thinks that their fights are due to sexual tension. And finally, your position with the lord serves us all, including Potter. We do not know how long will it take before they find out about me and if that happens we will be left without an informant." The black-eyed man explained, putting aside the book he was reading to focus on his partner.
The idea of the Lord discovering Severus frightened him more than becoming a spy himself; the Lord did not forgive a betrayal.
"He's not going to find out about you," the older said seriously, sitting up in his place.
"I will try, but in the event that I expose myself, I will no longer be able to continue being the spy of the order and that is where you come in." Rectified the brunette softening his expression, just for Lucius.
"Potter better finish off the Lord before that happens. If he does I swear to pay for the most impressive wedding imaginable when they finally come out of the denial of where they seem to live" Malfoy sentenced
"Assuming he accepts Draco," Severus reminded him.
"I know he will accept him, the question is when" concluded the blond, taking up his place on the potionist's lap.
Severus Snape smiled as he imagined the situation. A pair of lips on his distracted him from his thoughts.
"I love you," said the older one before closing his eyes
The only response he received was the potionist's deft fingers gently running through his hair, and he smiled.
"Being part of this family means showing the world perfection and leaving our humanity at home."
Now he understood what his father really meant, being a Malfoy was not about arrogance, it was about giving the best of oneself to those who really mattered and if the best were themselves, what better way than giving only to their loved ones?