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A/N: I'm using the veela theme here, I know it's widely used and if I have used a storyline that belongs to someone else, it is purely by accident. Except for the veela theme.
Also, this is a slash fic, Harry and Draco slash. It is rated R for sex and language. If you find this offensive, then don't read. To everyone else… read and review!
Title: Smells Like A Teen Spirit
Summary: Draco's a rare blood- half veela, half elf. And Harry's his mate. Now all Draco has to do is seduce Harry. Right? Well… It's not that simple after all, as Draco soon finds out. Read & Review!
Firstly, I have to apologize for not having updated this for a very long time. I hope you still enjoy reading it. To everyone who has reviewed, thank you and I hope you continue reading and reviewing!
Also, this fic is beta-ed by Sharpieyum, a big thank you to her.
Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, eager to spend time with Ron and Hermione. Draco had gone shopping with Blaise and Pansy, an activity from which he had narrowly escaped. He frowned as he looked around him at the empty common room. He made his way upstairs, expecting to find Ron sleeping the afternoon away, but was dismayed to find Ron's bed empty as well.
"Oy, Seamus! Have you seen Ron?" he asked loudly, poking at the Irish boy who was snoring.
"Library," he muttered in his sleep before turning with his back facing Harry. Harry pursed his lips at the sleeping form, deciding that Seamus was not going to be of any further help. He made his way to the library, wondering if his best friends' relationship had progressed to such a level that Ron felt compelled to study with Hermione in the library on a Hogsmeade weekend.
Draco shook his head with irritation. "I'm not planning an R-rated party, Pansy. Stop shoving those things in my face!"
Pansy giggled. "But he looks so cute, Drakey! I love bunny ears, don't you?" She shoved the poster under Draco's nose again, ignoring his earlier words. Draco stole a peek at it.
"Harry's got a nicer body than that," he declared, pushing it away.
Pansy leaned in. "Did I hear you right?" she asked, interested. "You've seen Potter wearing bunny ears and a thong and nothing else?" she asked incredulously. Beside her Blaise made a face.
Draco made a face as well. "Oh for Merlin's sake Pansy, stop being such an arse." He moved toward the Weasley twins' joke shop, noticing with interest their new displays. "It's a shame I can't use any of these on Granger and Weasley," he said wistfully. Blaise nodded, equally as forlorn-looking.
"There's still the rest of the Gryffindors, though, isn't there?" he asked hopefully. Draco shook his head somewhat mournfully.
"Harry wouldn't be happy," he pouted.
Pansy rolled her eyes. "He's got you wrapped around his pinkies," she complained. "You're not fun anymore." She moved toward the crowd in the center of the shop. "Any idea what that is?" she asked, curious.
Blaise shrugged. "Probably their newest invention." He let Pansy lead him toward it. Draco trailed along behind them, wishing that he hadn't let Harry out of their Hogsmeade trip.
"True love for five galleons!" Fred Weasley was shouting loudly in the middle of it all, surrounded by boxes and packages of what looked to be Chocolate Frogs.
Draco shrugged. "It's just another one of those love potions," he murmured to Blaise. "Thank goodness it won't work on me," he shuddered, remembering the purpose of their visit to Hogsmeade.
Blaise laughed lightly. "Since we're here, we might as well ask the twins if they have anything for your party," he suggested. The trio looked around, unwilling to approach Fred in the middle of the crowd that consisted mainly of teenage witches.
"There he is," Draco singled out the other Weasley twin. "Hey, Weasley," Draco called out as they walked toward him. George looked up from restocking the shelves, wiping his brow. "Hello, Malfoy," he smiled tiredly. "What can I get you?"
Draco frowned. "Don't you have house elves?" He raised an eyebrow.
George frowned darkly. "Ever since we hired Dobby, between Hermione and him, they've convinced the rest of them that they need a day off every week." Draco snorted. Beside him, Blaise rolled his eyes. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" George asked somewhat nervously.
Draco squinted at him. "Not really," he said slowly as something about Dobby clicked in his mind. "Say, those Chocolate Frogs are selling fast, aren't they?" he asked conversationally, regarding George carefully.
"Oh, those things?" George laughed shortly. "Just a love potion Fred and I came up with," he answered, avoiding Draco's gaze altogether. Draco eyed him shrewdly.
"Tested it on anyone yet?" he asked quietly. Beside him Blaise and Pansy frowned, confused.
George swallowed. "As a matter of fact, we did," he said quickly. "We never let anything out for sale unless we know it's one hundred percent safe for consumption," he smiled tightly.
Draco nodded. "Of course," he agreed. "I guess I'm just lucky I'm elfin veela." He smiled widely.
George stared at him. "Eh?" he managed.
Draco shrugged. "I won't fall in love with a besotted teenage witch because of a Chocolate Frog with a love potion inside of it," he laughed lightly.
George managed a short chuckle. "Er, yes, now that you mention it," he pointed his wand at his throat. "Sonorous," he muttered. "True love doesn't work with elfin veela unless you're his mate!" he announced before smiling tightly at the trio before him, still looking very nervous. "Right then, your party," he muttered. "I'll get some things I think you'll be interested in." He scurried away, leaving Pansy and Blaise looking very bewildered. Draco stuck out his lower lip slightly, thinking hard.
Harry found Hermione and Ron in the library, at Hermione's favourite seat. Ron was sleeping with his head resting on a very thick book while Hermione was busy making notes. Harry sat down on the chair opposite them, startling Hermione.
"Harry," she frowned. "Why aren't you at Hogsmeade with Draco?"
Harry shrugged. "He went shopping," he made a face. "What's that you're reading?" Harry asked, peering at the book in front of her. She swiftly closed it, gathering it in her arms along with the rest of the books on the table.
"Oh, just a bit of light reading," she said nonchalantly. "Wake Ron up, will you, while I return these?" She quickly walked away, taking her notes along with her. Harry raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. In a few moments Hermione was back, and sleepy Ron in tow, she headed for the Great Hall.
"I'd like to go to Hogsmeade," Hermione suddenly piped up.
Harry frowned. "I want to visit Hagrid," he protested. "And maybe practice a bit of Quidditch," he looked to Ron for support. Ron looked at him sheepishly.
"I'd like to go to Hogsmeade too, actually," he said.
Hermione patted Harry's arm. "We'll be quick," she said. "Why don't you go and visit Hagrid while we're gone?"
Ron nodded. "Hermione just wants to check if Fred and George-" Hermione suddenly cut him off.
"Let's just go, shall we?" She steered Ron by his arm. "We'll see you before dinner, Harry!" Harry stared at his friends' retreating backs, feeling a bit sorry for himself. Slightly downcast, he headed for Hagrid's cabin.
Hermione walked briskly to the Weasley twins' joke shop, Ron following close behind. "I don't want Harry or Draco to know about this until we know for sure," she told Ron, who nodded quickly, unwilling to argue.
"Oh, look- there's Malfoy," he said instead, pointing out the platinum blonde ahead of them. "He's coming our way," he added distastefully. "We could go into Honeydukes; I doubt he would notice us," he said hopefully, but before Hermione could agree, Draco had spotted them and was walking toward them.
"Isn't Harry with you?" Draco asked, frowning.
Hermione shook her head. "He's visiting Hagrid."
Blaise smirked beside Draco. "Finally on a date, are we, Weasley?" He wiggled his eyebrows. Ron opened his mouth to retort, but Hermione cut in.
"Well it's nice seeing you, but Ron and I have some important business to take care of," she declared and, for the second time, steered Ron away by his arm. Draco snorted, but an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach when he noticed them heading for the joke shop.
Shaking his head slightly, he turned to his friends. "Well, we're not done shopping," he said, and Pansy happily broke into mindless chatter about what colours would work best together for the party.
Hermione frowned in displeasure when she saw the twins' latest love potion already up for sale. "So soon?" she asked as soon as she and Ron had found George alone, restacking shelves.
George nodded wearily. "What about it?"
Hermione's frown deepened. "I know what you put into it," she said in a low voice. "And I know that you gave it to Malfoy," she added dangerously.
George regarded her carefully. "We'll talk in the back," he said quietly. Once they were safely out of earshot from anyone else, George spoke up. "The potion wouldn't work without it," he said.
Hermione nodded slightly. "One drop of pure alcohol," she said. George smiled wistfully.
"You're welcome to join us after Hogwarts. We'll give the elves two days off if you do." Hermione hit his arm lightly. George sighed. "We were experimenting with an alcohol-masking potion," he started. "It's what Aurors use when they go undercover. We thought we might sell it as a sort of antidote for hangovers," he smiled slightly. "But we found out that, by combining the ingredients with another spell, we would get a love potion."
"It didn't work without the alcohol, did it?" Hermione asked. George shook his head. Hermione sighed. "And you gave it to Malfoy," she said more than asked.
George nodded, looking slightly remorseful, and then frowned. "You never mentioned anything bad happening to him," he said suddenly. "Dobby's instructions had been only to give Draco half of the potion," he said slowly. "The potion required both parties to drink it before it would work," he explained.
Ron nodded. "Malfoy seemed fine," he said. "Nothing like what happened with Brown," he added darkly.
Hermione smiled slightly. "I did some research," she said. "I think your potion does more than stimulate strong feelings of attraction," she added slowly. "But we need to test it to see for sure."
George stared at her, confused.
"Muggles sometimes inject a bit of a virus into themselves so that they build resistance to it," she said, "so that when the virus actually attacks them, they won't fall sick." Two blank faces stared at her.
"What's a virus?" Ron asked, confused.
"Sort of like what George did with Malfoy," Hermione tried explaining. "He gave Malfoy one drop of pure alcohol, and that could prevent him from being ill if he drinks more alcohol," she said. "The combination of ingredients adds a magical effect so it's more effective than what Muggles do, and since it also acts like a love potion, Malfoy's bond with Harry would be stronger. He'll be stronger from it," she finished.
George raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Elfin veela have tried finding an antidote for alcohol ever since they knew what it does to them," he said. "It seems too good to be true, if you ask me."
"Which is why we need to test it," Hermione said grimly. "We'll do it after bonding season, since Draco would be stronger then."
Harry felt slightly better after visiting Hagrid, who had been happy to see him. Hagrid, however, had left almost as soon as he arrived, on "secret" Order business. Harry sat down at the edge of the Great Lake, frowning as he recalled his best friends' strange behaviour. After a while he gave up, deciding that he would simply confront them about it later. He got up and headed for the library, reluctantly deciding to complete his homework.
Draco threw himself onto the bed as soon as he returned from Hogsmeade, worn out after a day of intensive shopping. Harry was not around, he noticed with disappointment. He reached for his shopping bags, beaming as he unpacked his purchases. Just then, Harry walked in, looking morose. "Oh," he said, noticing Draco. "You're back." He raised an eyebrow at the numerous shopping bags surrounding the blonde as he entered the room.
Draco nodded happily. "These are for our party," he gestured toward the bags. Harry sat down, reaching for one. He raised an eyebrow as he pulled out satin ribbons. Draco beamed. "Decorations," he said. "Aren't they gorgeous?"
"Er- I suppose," Harry replied. "They look really expensive," he said doubtfully. "Are you sure you want to use them for a party?" he asked.
Draco nodded happily. "So, how was your day?" he asked, smiling brightly.
Harry sighed. "Hermione and Ron went to Hogsmeade, so I visited Hagrid and finished my homework," he said despondently.
Draco frowned. "You finished your homework on a Hogsmeade weekend?" he asked incredulously.
Harry nodded. "No need to rub it in," he scowled.
Draco's frown deepened. "Granger and Weasley," he suddenly said.
Harry regarded him suspiciously. "What about them?" he asked.
Draco shook his head slightly. "I'm not sure yet," he murmured. "Why didn't you go with them?" he asked.
Harry sighed. "They were acting strange," he shrugged. "Rather odd, really. Ron said something about Fred and George, but Hermione cut him off." He picked at the satin ribbons. "She was at the library, as usual, but it was as if she were doing top-secret research," he said hesitantly.
Draco leaned in. "Research?" he asked. "What research?"
Harry shrugged. "She didn't let me see," he said. "Why are you so interested, anyway?"
Draco didn't answer him. Instead, he reached into one of his shopping bags and pulled out a Chocolate Frog. Harry broke into a small smile. "Chocolate Frog?" he asked.
Draco smirked. "Look at it closely," he said.
Harry frowned, glancing at the chocolate frog. "What am I supposed to be looking for, exactly?" he asked, perplexed. "It looks normal- oh!" he gasped, startled. "Its eyes," he looked closer, making sure he wasn't seeing things. "Neon pink!" he exclaimed, laughing excitedly. "Where did you get this?" he asked, holding it up with amusement.
Draco eyed the frog with distaste. "Fred and George's joke shop," he muttered, grabbing the frog from Harry's hands. "Blaise snuck one for me." He peered at the frog, making a face as he saw its neon pink eyes again. "They say it's a love potion, but I have a bad feeling about it," he said.
Harry snorted. "They're joke frogs, Draco," he reached out for the frog. Draco pursed his lips in disapproval as Harry bit off a leg. "I suppose it's your turn to take a bite," Harry grinned, offering the rest of the frog to the blonde. "Oh, come on, Draco, it's harmless fun," he prodded.Draco gave in, taking a tiny nibble. "If anything happens to me, you're responsible," he warned. Harry laughed out loud, a familiar feeling washing over him. "I've felt this before," he said slowly, staring at the frog. He suddenly looked up at the elfin veela, a giggle escaping him as he brushed aside a stray strand of platinum blonde hair from his face.
Draco frowned, a slight warmth enveloping him. There was a familiar, floaty feeling at the back of his mind, but he certainly was not as delirious as Harry seemed to have become. He snapped his fingers in Harry's face impatiently. Harry only grinned. He barely saw it happening, but his index finger had ended up in Harry's mouth. His eyebrows shot up, and a moan barely escaped him as Harry's tongue swirled around his finger. An idea hit him, and he reached for the chocolate frog with his other hand. In one swift motion, he popped it into his mouth whole. He watched with fascination as Harry's mouth left his finger and moved closer until it was against his, the other boy eagerly sharing the chocolate.
Their tongues swirled against each other, and Draco quickly removed Harry's shirt with his hands. "If I didn't know better," he murmured against the brunette's mouth, "I'd say you were drunk." He chuckled softly as Harry replied by undoing his belt. "This is where wandless magic comes in handy," he murmured. In an instant their clothes were off, and they were both stark naked.
Harry's eyes darkened with lust. Draco smirked. "Harmless fun, eh?" he whispered in Harry's ear, licking the shell of his ear slowly. Harry squirmed underneath him, and he felt his mate's erection pressing against his thigh. He bent lower, licking the bare, salty skin on Harry's neck. Harry groaned as Draco sucked on his skin. He reached down, his hands exploring the exquisite body underneath his. Harry eagerly reciprocated, his hands caressing Draco's erection gently. Draco bent even lower, swirling his tongue around Harry's hardened nipples. He took one whole in his mouth, sucking on it and grazing it gently with his teeth, and Harry's hand movements escalated. "Faster," Draco gasped, willing Harry's hand to move faster. Harry arched his body so that his lips met Draco's. The blonde thrust his tongue into his mouth, kissing Harry insistently. "Oh gods, Harry, I'm coming," he gasped into the kiss. He had barely said it when he came all over the brunette below him. He slowly moved to Harry's side as he got his breath back.
He noticed Harry's still-erect member with half-lidded eyes. The brunette moved to cup his own erection with his hand when Draco stopped him. He grabbed Harry's hand, moving, instead, to lower his mouth to Harry's erection. Harry's eyes widened, a surprised "Oh!" escaping his mouth as he realized what was happening. Draco's eyes met Harry's, and he grinned as he licked the length of his member, tasting his own juices on it. He took Harry's entire member in his mouth in one rapid motion, his tongue moving expertly against it in his mouth. Then he abruptly stopped, releasing Harry with a soft plopping sound. Harry stared at him, his breath shallow, his erection painfully hard. Draco grinned. "Well, I'm done with my bit of harmless fun," he smirked.
Harry glared at him, taking a deep breath. "But I'm not!" he protested.
Draco shrugged. "You seem to have a bit of talent with your hands," he wiggled his eyebrows. Harry glowered, giving him a rather rude gesture with said hands. "Or you could join me for a bath." He raised an eyebrow. Harry made a low growling noise, but otherwise got off the bed and followed a smirking Draco into the bathroom.
Hermione frowned suddenly. "Now we've got another problem on our hands." Ron looked at her quizzically. "The frogs are everywhere," she exclaimed. "What if Harry or Draco accidentally has one?"
Ron laid a hand on her arm gently. "Well," he said slowly, "they'll probably find out about the frogs soon enough, but they don't know about what the twins got Dobby to do," he shrugged.
Hermione bit her lip, looking unsure. "'Mione," Ron said exasperatedly. "For once, we're having a nice time alone, by ourselves, on our very first date, and you can't stop talking about everything else!" he suddenly burst out, his face red.
Hermione's eyebrows shot up. For a moment they were both silent.
"Er, sorry," Ron muttered, looking down, clearly embarrassed. "We can go back now, if you want," he said quietly.
Hermione smiled slightly, cheeks pink. She slid her arm in Ron's, moving closer to him so their bodies slightly touched. "Let's go to the Three Broomsticks," she suggested. "It's not late yet." Ron turned to her, blushing furiously. "And now's when you wrap your arm around my waist," she murmured. Ron grinned, complying without complaint.
Harry sighed happily. He had just been given a spectacular blowjob by possibly the last remaining elfin veela, and he was currently feeling very satisfied about life in general. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of the lavender bath that Draco had drawn for the both of them. Draco's arms encircled him from behind, and he smiled. "This is nice," he said contentedly.
"It is, isn't it?" Draco asked, enjoying the warmth of his mate's body against his. "I think we should have an endless supply of those chocolate frogs," Harry continued, and Draco stiffened.
"What's wrong?" Harry twisted his body so that he faced his mate.
Draco frowned. "Remember our picnic?" he asked quietly. Harry blushed, remembering. His member hardened slightly at the thought. Draco smirked, feeling his mate's erection against his thigh. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Potter. I was referring to your apparent light-headedness that night."
Harry frowned. "I felt the same thing today as I did then," Draco shrugged, absently drawing circles against Harry's inner thigh. "The same floaty, light-headed feeling," he tried to put his sensations into words.
Harry slowly nodded. "I felt drunk," he smiled slightly.
"Exactly!" Draco exclaimed, nodding animatedly. "That feeling," he paused, "it was there that day, and it's here today, although it seems to be wearing off a bit."
Harry's eyes widened. "The chocolate frog," he said, voicing Draco's thoughts.
The elfin veela nodded slowly. "And both times you were, er, more affected than I was," he smiled fondly. He began tracing circles against Harry's lower abdomen, and Harry blushed.
"I'm not elfin veela," he murmured without thinking. "I'm only a mere wizard." He moaned slightly as his erection hardened yet again.
"We've got a lot of research to do," Draco declared, ignoring Harry and instead making an abrupt move to get out of the bath.
Harry rolled his eyes, pulling the blonde back in beside him. "Do it tomorrow," he said. "I've got something that needs to be taken care of right now." He raised an eyebrow, and Draco smirked before enthusiastically getting into the bath beside his mate.