Author's note; yay me! I'm back again with yet another story – and yes, I am hoping to finish this one. Out of three stories, I've only ever completed 2, but the third (House Maid) I am going to start working on again.
Also, the plot line with Draco being a veela is a widely used one, therefore I'm not taking credit for it any way and hope not to get any angry flames from a peeved author about it, I am not stealing a plot line in any way. I am however adding in my own unique twists, and hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer; if I owned Harry Potter, trust me I would not be here writing this.
This story does not follow the plot of book six.
Harry scanned around the platform, letting his eyes linger momentarily over people he vaguely recognized. He sighed with the realization that this was the last time he would be boarding the school train before a new school year, as he was entering his seventh year at Hogwarts.
The thought scared him slightly, as he hadn't really thought much about what he was going to do after school, when the year was out. His sixth year had been pretty much uneventful, with a few death eater attacks on families but no attacks against Harry, Hogwarts or even the Order. This just made Harry even more positive that something big was going to happen this year.
And he didn't really want to admit it, but he hadn't thought about the future because he didn't actually think he would have one. After hearing the prophecy, he had pretty much decided that in the last battle it was kill or be killed, and he didn't know if he could commit murder. The only option left was to be murdered. And even if he did live to survive the war, what then was he supposed to do? His sole purpose in life was to save the world and killed Voldermort…so what was he supposed to do when he had completed his task?
Harry mentally shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts, deciding it really wasn't the time to be debating with himself whether or not he would die.
He caught sight of platinum blonde hair further down the platform, sticking out in the crowd. The Slytherin boy in question seemed to notice his gaze, and turned to him. Draco's eyes caught him own, and Harry felt his breath hitch in his throat. He was surprised to see that Draco's blank mask didn't change to a sneer or a glare, but stayed impassive for a moment before a look of total surprise flickered across.
Harry didn't seem to be able to break the stare, and felt the rest of the world slowly slip away. He began to actually notice the blonde, and realized how much he had grown over the summer. Even at a distance, Harry could see that he was a few inches shorter than Draco, though they were probably evenly matched in muscle. His hair was slicked back as usual, but seemed to have grown longer and his eyes were softer this year. Unless it was just because, for the first time, he wasn't glaring at him.
To his surprise, Draco didn't look away either, and the two seemed to be under a spell of sorts. Harry felt a strange emptiness in his stomach, as though all of a sudden he was missing everything that should be inside him. Lucius Malfoy turned to his son, laying a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention. Draco snapped out of the trance, and turned his back on Harry to talk to his father.
Harry blinked a few times, and instantly put the emptiness down to hunger. He turned away, looking around to his friends.
It annoyed him a little about an hour later when he found the box of Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans hadn't filled the 'hunger', and he frowned in thought before waving it off as a little bit of illness.
"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book on the other side of the compartment.
Harry gave her a smile, nodding quickly "Fine, don't worry."
"You know Harry, you do look oddly pale…" Ron agreed with his girlfriend, popping another chocolate frog into his mouth.
"I'm fine, honestly." For some reason, every instinct Harry possessed was telling him that they simply wouldn't understand; that they'd react in the wrong way to whatever he told them. Not that, of course, there was anything to tell them.
Was it getting hotter in the compartment?
"Your scar hasn't been bothering you of late, has it?" Hermione asked, still not fully assured of his well being.
Harry rolled her eyes at her mothering, shaking his head. "Nope, not at all."
"Good, that's good news right?" Ginny said, laying on her hand on Harry's arm and leaning slightly towards him. Harry nodded, passing a small smile and deciding over the next few minutes to somehow discreetly get as far away as possible from the girl. It wasn't that he didn't like her; she was a good friend. It was just…he couldn't stand her constant flirting.
He wasn't as naïve as everyone thought, and knew perfectly well when someone was hitting on him, no matter how much he ignored it. Just with Ginny… he didn't want to hurt her, but wouldn't really consider dating her. She was a good friend, but he thought of her as more of a little sister. It was slightly worrying that she didn't share this view.
Harry saw Neville frown slightly at Ginny's contact with Harry, and instantly drew her into a conversation, much to Harry's relief. As much as the boy denied it, Harry was almost positive Neville had a major crush on the red-head and welcomed it whole-heartedly. He just hoped the two would date so Ginny would stop trying to advance on him.
"You would tell us if there was anything going on, wouldn't you?"
Harry met Hermione's piercing gaze, and nodded. "Of course."
She stared at him for a few more moments before nodding and returning to whatever book she had managed to get her nose stuck into that time round. After that, Ron and Harry became occupied with a card game, playing numerous games which resulted in Ron managing to singe the hem of his shirt.
They had all laughed as he tried to put out the small fire, and had laughed harder when he growled at them. Hermione had soon fixed it for him, and the journey had continued pretty much in piece.
The compartment had definitely gotten hotter. Trying to shake off the 'lacking' feeling in his stomach (because, really, no matter how much the more sensible part of his mind protested, that was what it felt like), Harry had stood up some time later and told everyone he would be back soon, just going to the toilet.
He left the compartment, breathing a sigh of relief when he slid the door shut behind him. He just hadn't felt completely comfortable with them, and the heat; he just needed some air.
He shook his head, closing his eyes and breathing deeply for a few moments. Sighing in frustration, he opened his eyes again and began to walk down the corridor, not really caring where he was going.
He wasn't really quite sure how he ended up on the floor moments later, but he soon found himself on the floor staring up at a quite angry Draco Malfoy who was nursing a sore head.
"Can't you bloody well watch where you're going, Pot-…" Draco trailed off as their eyes locked, and Harry felt himself concentrating only on the teenager in front of him. He stood slowly to his feet, his eyes never leaving the others, and both teens stood for a few moments in silence. Draco snapped out of it first, muttering something, and brushing quickly past. As he did so their arms brushed together, and both boys felt the electric shock that had nothing to do with static energy.
Once the blonde was out of sight, Harry shook his head and made his way back to the compartment. He sat back down again, looking out of the window in time to see a small, brown feather owl fly away into the distance.
Harry rolled over and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, hoping to drift off to sleep. He didn't really want to get up, and judging from the lack of noise in the dormitory, it was still relatively early in the morning.
It was Saturday, and after the first week back at school he was fully prepared to welcome a late lie in. However, thanks to the sickening feeling in his stomach (it was upgraded from 'emptiness' the moment he had almost thrown up his dinner after the welcoming feast) he wasn't really able to drift back off to sleep. Grumbling angrily and swearing at the on-coming headache, Harry slowly sat up. He glanced at his watch and swore again when he saw it was barely gone three, laying back down again.
He laid an arm over his eyes, but it did nothing for the lack of sleep or the headache or – though it was a long shot – the sickness, and growled angrily. He just knew it was going to be a long day.
Harry eyed the little piece of egg on the end of his fork in distaste, not really feeling like eating. Monday mornings were never the best of times for any student, and the still present feeling of sickness in his stomach did nothing to help him. The feeling of uneasiness – the stifling heat that he had often found inflicted upon him at the weirdest moments - had not disappeared either, and he had been quite confused with the urge to go search for something; a something that Harry was quite stubbornly telling himself didn't exist, because he didn't know what the 'something' was.
Harry sighed dramatically as he stood up from the table, not really looking forward to what was to come.
"Oi, mate, where're you going?" Ron asked, still chewing on little bits of chicken and mash. Hermione grimaced, then rolled her eyes at Ron's forgetfulness, making it hard for Harry to contain his chuckle.
"I have a meeting with Dumbledore, remember?"
Ron furrowed his brow, swallowing, then nodded. "Oh yeah, I forgot 'bout that. Do you want us to come?"
Harry shook his head "Nah, it's all right, thanks," he replied "I'll tell you about it in the dormitory later. See you in class,"
"Yeah, have fun!" Hermione called, making Ron choke on a gulp of pumpkin juice as he began to laugh.
Harry was the one to roll his eyes this time, slinging his band over his shoulders as he headed off. He walked slowly down the pretty much empty halls, hoping his feet would take him where he needed to go without his brain doing any thinking. His brain was thinking though. For a start he wondered what the headmaster wanted to see him for, and vaguely mused over whether or not he had done anything wrong. Then he realized they were only a week into school, and it was highly unlikely he had managed to get himself into trouble already. Or at least, he hoped that was the case.
He shook his head, wondering what he could possibly have done to get himself into trouble. No, he decided, it wasn't that. So what was it? News of Voldermort?
Harry frowned, sincerely hoping that wasn't the case. He looked up in surprise to find himself already standing in front of the stone gargoyle and quickly mumbled the password. Within mere moments he was stood outside the headmaster's office, and he stood with his hand poised to knock when he heard voices within.
"-it's just impossible! He's a Malfoy!"
"Molly, calm down dear, it really isn't that hard to believe."
"It's a trap! It has you-know-who written all over it, it just has to be a trap!"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, I can assure you-…"
Harry wasn't really sure if he recognized the last voice, but it had a small edge of familiarity to it. Deciding to stop what he guessed was quickly turning into a heated argument, Harry knocked. Predictably, all the voices on the other side of the door instantly fell quiet, and he heard a quick mutter or two before he was told to enter.
"Ah, Harry my dear boy, so glad you could find time to come."
As Harry closed the door behind him, he quickly glanced around the room, raising his eyebrows at the occupants. There was Molly and Arthur Weasley, Professor McGonagall and Snape (who he noticed was scowling more than usual), Dumbledore, Remus and to his surprise Draco Malfoy who paled upon seeing him. Next to him sat another woman, who guessing upon likeliness alone he guessed was Draco's mother.
"Harry!" Molly cried, crushing him in a lethal hug. "You look half starved, have you been eating, how have you be-"
"Do let the boy breath, Molly," Dumbledore said, his eye twinkling as usual. Molly pulled back reluctantly, conjuring a chair for Harry next to her and Arthur.
"Hiya Remus, Mr Weasley," Harry said, giving a small wave to each "Um…" he turned back to Dumbledore who was sat at the desk in front of them, as the were positioned in a semicircle so he had plain view of both Malfoy's.
"You wanted to see me sir?" He mumbled, not really sure if he was going to like the outcome of this meeting. However, upon catching site of Draco, his heat that had been building since breakfast lessened in a cool wave of reliefe.
"Ah yes, I will get to that in just a moment, Harry. First of all, I'm rather afraid I have to ask you a few questions, which may be, ah, rather embarrassing on you behalf. I must ask you to answer truthfully though, as it is imperative to the rest of this meeting."
There was that damn twinkle, Harry noticed, and he nodded. He remembered regretting that in the weeks to follow, he just knew something bad would come of it.
"Well, my dear boy, we'll start with the easiest question. Are you currently, ah, involved with anyone?"
Harry wasn't quite sure where exactly that whole conversation was leading.
"Urm…no, sir," he answered slowly, just knowing it was going to get worse.
"Good good. And, tell me…" he trailed off as though unsure as to whether to continue, and Harry could of sworn he saw a faint blush on his cheeks "How shall I put this, have been in a serious relationship in the past?"
"What? What kind of a question is that?"
"I'm very sorry to have to ask it, but it is important to know."
Harry looked around the room, blushing slightly. He wasn't really sure if he wanted to admit this in front of so many people.
"No…" He answered in a small voice, not quite meeting Dumbledore's eyes.
"Right, and lastly, of which orientation are you?"
Harry blinked. Then he blinked again. Had his head teacher just asked him which sex he was more attracted to?
"Urm…do I have to answer these questions sir?"
He could swear by that annoying twinkle that Dumbledore was actually getting some sort of pleasure at making him blush and feel uneasy. He nodded in reply, and Harry groaned. Then he simply shrugged.
"I don't know. I guess I've never really thought about it before."
"But you're not repulsed by the idea of being with another male?"
"Sir, forgive me for asking, but what does this have to with anything?" Harry asked, the blush finally dying down.
"Ah, yes, well, I do believe I should let Mrs. Malfoy explain that one. Narcissa."
Harry raised an eyebrow slightly, turning to the pale woman opposite him beside Draco. She was dressed in a black dress, and had spent her time glaring at the Weasley's though, when she turned to Harry, she gave him a small smile.
"Yes, now where to begin...well, to put it bluntly, I am not fully human. I am in fact a veela – or half veela, no one is quite sure, really –, from my mother's side if I remember correctly. When I came into my inheritance at seventeen, my father was highly displeased with the news, and instantly arranged a marriage to another pureblood family. I was soon pining for my mate, but my father locked me into the house until he could find a 'cure'. They could not, but as I was not a full veela they soon realized I might not die, so they decided to take that chance and never told my fiancé or their family about my 'impurity'. I was told simply to marry Lucius Malfoy and forget any rubbish my mother had taught me. Well, to make a long story short, I was married off and never found my mate nor did I ever fully bond. However, my marriage to Lucius obviously did not kill me, and eventually resulted in my giving birth to Draco.
It was Draco's birthday the day before everyone returned to this school, and we quickly realized he too has inherited the veela gene. It is not a large enough part of him for him to inherit much of the attraction powers, though I must say, he doesn't really need them with the looks he managed to snag. However, he did inherit almost every other aspect; the possessiveness, the jealousy, the natural instincts and- the overwhelming urge to find a mate and bond with them."
"Right. What does this have to do with me?"
"Mr. Potter, just what exactly do you know about Veela's?" Snape asked, the look on his face one of utter disgust.
"You know, all though we've had a lot of incompetent DADA professor's over the years – Remus not included – I do not lack the ability to read," Harry retorted, sending a glare in the potion teachers direction.
"Harry, please answer the question," Professor McGonagall said, her voice sounding oddly strained.
"All right then. I know they can find their mates through smell and that the attraction is overwhelming, if the mate rejects them they can die, if their mate dies the veela dies…once bonded, it works the other way as well I think. The bonding heightens the awareness, lets each one of the couple sense the other's feelings, and if the power between the two is strong enough they it has also been known to create a link between the two minds so they can hear each other's thoughts…But still, what does any of this have to do with me?"
"Oh Harry, it's just terrible!" Molly cried, dabbing at her eyes with a cloth.
Remus rolled his eyes "Oh come now Molly, it really isn't that bad. In fact, if Harry looks upon it in a lighter manner, he might even begin to consider it somewhat of a blessing; the love of a veela –"
"He's a DEATH EATER!" Molly cried angrily. At this statement, both of the Malfoy's stood, rage written all over their faces.
"I am not a death eater!" Draco nearly yelled, glaring angrily at the woman and rolling up both his sleeves to prove that no mark had been branded upon him.
"Mrs Weasley, as much as it pains me to shatter your fragile and narrow view on the world, not all Slytherin's are evil, myself and my son included. Never have we followed the ways of the dark lord, and my husband as a right to do as he likes. I do not have share his point of view, and neither does my son."
Narcissa's voice was sickly sweet, and a pleasant little smile rested upon her face.
"If I hear you call my son a death eater just one more time, my good woman, I shall not restrain myself from using any number of curses that happen to jump to my tongue. You must remember, I am a part veela, and I have the law on my side when it comes to defending loved ones."
Narcissa sat down again, Draco following suite, though he kept shooting glares at the other woman. By now, Molly had stopped crying, and was mumbling under her breath.
"Urm…sorry, but I still don't understand why I need to know all this."
Draco bit his lip, and Dumbledore's twinkle increased greatly.
"Well, my dear boy, as luck would have it, you are Draco's mate."
There you have it, the very first chapter! Reviews are appreciated, and if you think it's a cool idea just say the word and I'll have the next chapter up as soon as it's edited!
Edited chapter; 26-05-07