Title: The Real Reasons
Summary: Draco Malfoy: Veela. Harry Potter: Mate of said Veela. Oh this is going to be fun!
Disclaimer: All original thoughts you can pick out among the clichés and JK Rowling's works, is mine. All other recognizable or distinguishable characters or related indicia sadly are not.
A/N: Okay guys, this is it; it's the last chapter. Sorry this took so long, but contrary to popular belief, I do have a life and that life involves homework and exam preparation.
Harry was pacing. It was getting on Draco's nerves, but Draco couldn't help but watch as Harry's dark hair flopped over his forehead as he made his slow, meaningful rounds about the room.
Harry stopped pacing to watch as Lucius and Regulus stepped through his doorway; His private doorway.
"How did you get in here without a password?" Everyone, including Harry, was surprised by the rude tone used by the black-haired youth.
"The headmaster gave it to us, I hope you don't mind." Regulus coughed loudly, before continuing his explanation. "He thought it may be beneficial for us to have twenty-four hour access to your rooms; especially while you have the restrictions placed on you." The silence that reigned after Regulus' words was uneasy. Unsure of what to do, Harry glanced at Draco who seemed to believe what was being said.
"We came mostly to inform you about the Death Eater attack the other day." Draco looked at his father, surprised he had spoken.
"What do you need to inform us of, father?"
"It's not so much that, but more we need to make a plan when it comes to further attacks. Dumbledore also asked if we might talk to Harry about the final battle."
With a sharp glance at Lucius, Harry stated contritely, "I don't want to talk about what I plan to do at the final battle with anyone, especially not in front of Draco. Why does it matter anyway? The final battle won't be for a while. It's years off yet."
Regulus stepped in front of Harry. "You need to realize how intent the Dark Lord is on murdering you. He's already planning the next attack, and this time it will be at Hogwarts. He'll stop at nothing to get to you. All the people you love will be tortured or killed in front of you. I need to get you ready for this battle because the first person he will go after will be my son. I will not lose him after all these years because you couldn't grow the fuck up!"
After Regulus' speech, Harry agreed to training in defensive and offensive spells and a little bit of wandless magic.
After his first few lessons, Harry was ready to give up.
"I don't get it, Draco. Why would they place magical restrictions on me, on us, when they were going to give me magically-draining training like this anyway? It doesn't make any sense!"
Draco spun around in his chair and looked at Harry through half-lidded eyes.
"This is all you've been talking about for four days, Harry. I've told you, time and time again, nothing my father ever does make any sense. And now that his veela is around, he's more nonsensical than before. It's all Regulus' fault, you know. Father just goes along with whatever he says now." After a quick sigh, Draco quickly retreated back to his spot on the day bed in Harry's "lounge-room".
There was a tense silence shared between the boys, but Draco was just happy that Harry had stopped talking about his parents' master plan.
"It's just odd; that's all I'm saying."
Draco pounced on Harry who was perched on the corner of the coffee table.
"Draco! Get o-" kiss.
"This isn't-" kiss.
"Let me go, Draco!" Harry pushed Draco off of him and gave him a playful glare.
There was another silence.
Harry moved across to the spot, slightly south of the coffee table, where Draco had landed unceremoniously when Harry had pushed him.
"I'm so-" kiss.
Harry groaned and leaned back into Draco's arms, finally taking the not-so-subtle hint to shut up.
"You know, you're going to be late for your lesson with Regulus if you don't leave now."
"Regulus can wait." Draco smiled and curled his legs up, so that his mate was sitting in his lap.
Sharing a smirk they settled down on the Persian carpet for a nice, long, steamy snog.
After half an hour, Regulus could wait no longer. He stormed through the castle, searching for the two boys, while the boys in question were on the floor sharing a moment.
"Somebody's trying to get in, Mr. Harry." Harry looked up as the portrait that guarded his door spoke.
"Who is it?"
"It's probably my father, Harry. I may not have known him long, but it's apparent that he hates tardiness."
"I suppose you should let him through then, Archie."
A furious Black walked through the door.
"Half an hour! That's how long I've been waiting for you to show up. Where have you been? Can you not see that we need to prepare you? While I've been contemplating how to kill the Dark Lord, the biggest threat to the magical society as we know it, you've been doing absolutely bloody nothing."
Draco took a look at the furious expression on his father's face. He knew how to calm him down by now.
"We have been trying to connect through the bond," Draco said. He carefully gauged the reaction he got. "There's been quite a good success rate."
"Even without your magic there to help you?"
"Yes, Mr. Black. We've been very…connective."
A regal brow was arched as Regulus turned to look at his son.
"At least you have the decency to look sheepish. I'll leave you to your "connecting", but I expect you," he pointed a finger at Harry, "to be in the room of requirement at 8:30 tonight. I will not tolerate lateness anymore. Not matter how much you feel you need to connect with my son."
Harry and Draco burst into a series of girlish giggles as soon as Regulus had left.
"I will not tolerate lateness anymore, Harry." Draco boomed in a voice that sounded so familiar to Harry's ears. Draco was doing his impression of his father.
"Oh, did you hear him, Harry? No matter how much you feel the need to connect with my son." It dawned on Harry, Draco sounded exactly like Siri-
"Did you hear him? Harry? Come back to me, Harry. Remember, I'll leave you to your "connecting"." Harry spun around.
"I need to do something, Draco. I'll-I'll be back later." Harry walked swiftly out of the room, not once looking back at the now confused veela sitting on the floor.
Harry stared out across the lake. He watched as unknown magical creatures ventured bravely out into the protective night canopy that the forbidden forest now provided.
He talked to an invisible person. "I still can't talk about it, you know. I loved you so much, and now because I'm with Draco, I feel as if we're not as close."
Harry sighed and hugged the picture of Sirius tightly against his chest.
"I miss you. I don't think he could ever understand how I feel for you. He would be jealous, I think. How do I explain?"
He sighed again, breathed a deep breath of the clear night air and felt his eye sting as a single tear dripped down his face.
"It's too hard to bear sometimes, Sirius. I need someone there, you were always there. I keep losing everyone that was ever important to me. I need you back Sirius."
Harry wiped at his eyes as the tears kept rolling.
"I'll be there for you," a lone voice called out into the darkness.
"I know," Harry whispered, more to himself than to Draco.
"Do you want to go back to our rooms?"
"Can we stay out here a little longer, please?"
Draco nodded. "Anything you want, Harry."
"I don't think I've told you yet, Draco, but I love you."
Draco felt tears coming to his own eyes.
"I love you too."
It was after that, that Harry figured out what he would have to.
He did love Draco; that was the power the Dark Lord knew not, and now that he possessed it, he could triumph over Voldemort.
The boys went back to their rooms.
"Harry, one question: Why is your hand so cold? Not that I'm complaining. It feels nice. It's just…cold."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," Draco said meekly.
'Say, "Harry, your hands are so warm. I love their warmness touching me; it's a very nice feeling".'
"Potter, I am dominating in the relationship here- HEY! Don't stop."
Harry arched an eyebrow.
"Harry, your hands are so warm. I love their-" kiss.
A/N: This was supposed to be eight pages, but I cut off the last three cause they were mainly filled with Voldemort dying and I was gonna kill Lucius(thus killing Regulus), but I decided to get rid of that bit and let you make up your mind as to what happened. I really love that last scene. Cute, isn't it?