Magnetic Attraction--HPDM

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Magnetic Attraction by frizzy

Summary: Draco Malfoy is a Veela and has just come into his Inheritance. His Veela blood
urges him to find his mate, whom he discoveries is none other than Harry Potter. Will Harry
fight the bond forced upon him, or will he accpet it and fall in love with the softer side to the boy
he used to hate?
Rating: R
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco, Harry
Genres: Romance
Warnings: Yaoi / Slash
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: December 23 2003
Updated: January 27 2005

Index

Chapter 1: New Discoveries
Chapter 2: Coping with the Truth
Chapter 3: Reaction of the Gryffindors
Chapter 4: Flirtation and Protection
Chapter 5: Classes
Chapter 6: Jealousy Caused by a Green Eyed God
Chapter 7: Surprising Discoveries
Chapter 8: The Tower
Chapter 9: Dumbledore Explains
Chapter 10: The Malfoy's
Chapter 11: Invitations, Seamus and Jealousy
Chapter 12: The Manor
Chapter 13: The Dance part 1
Chapter 14: The Dance part 2
Chapter 15: A New Day
Chapter 16: Irish Pixie
Chapter 17: A Fresh Start
Chapter 18: Mistletoe
Chapter 19: Christmas Holidays
Chapter 20: Suspicious Lucius
Chapter 21: Proposal
Chapter 22: Reactions
Chapter 23: Christmas At Last
Chapter 24: New Year
Chapter 25: The Big Day
Chapter 26: Honeymoon
Chapter 27: Back at Hogwart's

Chapter 28: Surprise
Chapter 29: The News
Chapter 30: The Bad Side of Being Pregnant
Chapter 31: An Appointment
Chapter 32: It Never Rains But It Pours
Chapter 33: Sometimes You Don't Know What To Do
Chapter 34: Waiting
Chapter 35: Precautions
Chapter 36: Miracles Sometimes Happen
Chapter 37: Guests
Chapter 38: The Prophecy
Chapter 39: Seamus Finnigan
Chapter 40: Madame Pomfrey
Chapter 41: A trip to Hogsmeade
Chapter 42: Seamus' Love Life
Chapter 43: notice
Chapter 44: Authors Note
Chapter 45: New notice
Chapter 46: important - back!

Chapter 1: New Discoveries

Beta Readers:

Lisa and Winsome. Thank you for doing it for me, I appreciate it.

Chapter 1:

New Discoveries:

Harry stood outside Professor Dumbledore's office, hesitating to go in when he heard the
raised voices from inside. He frowned, moving closer so that he could hear better, but the
sound was still blurred and he could not tell who was in the room.

“...No…unbelievable...Death
Eater...Vee...mad...insane...can't...believe...Harry...impossible...Malfoy…"

Harry knocked on the door loudly and all noise stopped. There was silence for several
moments before anyone answered.

“Ah, Harry, come in," said Dumbledore, beaming.

Harry walked into Dumbledore's office cautiously, somehow knowing that something was
wrong. His suspicions were confirmed when he spotted Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Remus
Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, and Draco Malfoy waiting for him inside.

His eyes wandered to Malfoy, widening in curiosity as they met silver orbs that stared at
him with a strange emotion in their depths. He caught Sirius' slightly stunned face, so he
assumed that it was Sirius who had been shouting. He allowed Dumbledore to lead him
towards a chair next to Malfoy, which he frowned at but sat in all the same.

"You look just like James," Sirius finally managed to choke.

Harry blinked, turning confused green eyes on his godfather. It was true that he had
changed over the years. He had grown taller, and at six foot was one of the tallest boys in
the school. He had grown slightly muscular and his shoulders had broadened due to the
Quidditch practices he had every day.

His hair was slightly tamer, now messily styled rather than a complete mess it used to be.
He had grown it slightly longer than it used to be and the heavier weight helped keep it
under control — most of the time. He had changed his glasses for magical contacts,
claiming that it would help with his Quidditch if he could see in the rain. They were a new
make, which allowed the contacts to change with his vision. He didn't really want to try the
new potion that corrected eyesight...he was wary of anything Snape had invented.

Harry supposed he did look like his father, thinking about the photos in his album that
Hagrid had given him. He did have his father's face; in fact, he was the exact double of
James Potter except, of course, for the green eyes, which he had inherited from his mother.
He found it strange that although many people said he looked like his father, he never
really found any connections to his father through his looks. He had no living memory of
his parents; after all, they were all moments captured by photographs or described to him
by other people.

"I suppose you’re wondering why I asked you to come," began Dumbledore, interrupting
his thoughts.

Harry nodded.

“Before I start, Harry, I need to ask you a few personal questions..."

"Okay," Harry said uneasily.

“Are you currently in any relationship?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes meeting Harry’s with
a strange gleam.
Harry noticed that they were twinkling and inwardly groaned. Twinkling eyes, to him,
always meant that he was going to do something that he would not want to do. Harry knew
from experience that Dumbledore could persuade anybody to do anything. The old man
could make Snape sit in a room and have a civil conversation with his worst enemy,
Harry’s godfather, Sirius Black--which Harry considered a bloody miracle.

" No..."

" Have you been in a...serious...relationship in the past?" asked Dumbledore, blushing.

“What do you mean?" asked Harry, blinking in confusion.

“He hasn't," snapped Malfoy, eyes on Harry in an almost predatory way.

“How do you...?" began Harry angrily, not liking the fact that they were discussing his love
life with none other than Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin leader, who apparently hated him, in
the room.

“I know everything about you, Harry," said Malfoy, lips lifted into a half smile.

“What did you just call me?" asked Harry, a little startled by the use of his first name.

“Harry. That is you name, isn't it?"

"Since when have you called me Harry?" demanded Harry in a strangled voice.

“Since now," mocked Malfoy.

“And which orientation are you?" Dumbledore rushed in quickly.

“What?" Harry gasped in amazement.

"I realize how embarrassing these questions are Harry, but it is important that they are
answered," muttered Dumbledore, blushing slightly.

If he weren't so embarrassed Harry would have laughed at the fact that Dumbledore was
embarrassed about something. He had always assumed that the man was unable to be
anything as humane as embarrassed.

“I guess I've never really thought about it..."

"Why not?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry looked at Sirius with a pleading expression, begging Sirius to get him out of this
mess that he had somehow got into. Sirius, however, was grinning at him, clearly waiting
for an answer. Harry scowled darkly, feeling betrayed by the only man he considered as a
father.

“I guess it never really bothered me because I always thought I'd die before I reached the
age of sixteen," he snapped, grinning mockingly, watching as Sirius' face clouded with
anger.

“So you do not have a preference for either sex?" questioned Dumbledore hastily.

“I guess not. I suppose it wouldn't bother me if I cared about the person...."

Snape snorted back what sounded like a sarcastic laugh and Harry looked at him in
confusion. What did Snape find so funny about this? ‘Snape probably liked seeing me
embarrassed,’ mused Harry angrily, sending the man a glare.

McGonagall frowned at Snape, clearly ready to say something to him. Harry grinned,
amused at the uncomfortable expression on Snape's face. It was very rare that any emotion
except disdain was on the Potion master's face. Draco Malfoy was the same. He gave off the
impression of distance and coldness but he often snapped, mainly in anger, when he had
had enough. Harry assumed it was because of the fact that they were Slytherins.

“I think that Mr. Malfoy should explain," said Dumbledore, looking slightly relieved to
turn the matter over to the young boy who was still eyeing Harry with the same strange
expression.

“Okay," Harry said hesitantly, switching his gaze to Malfoy, who appeared to be wearing
an almost dreamy expression. Harry blinked in amazement and the other boy’s face

returned to its renowned emotionless mask which he had apparently inherited from his
father.
‘It’s amazing,’ Harry thought, ‘how much the boy is like his father....’

“I suppose the first thing to tell you is that I am not entirely human," Malfoy began.

Harry snorted.

“Harry!" admonished Dumbledore with a smile.

Sirius grinned, clearly amused.

“I have Veela blood from my mother's side," Malfoy explained.

“And?" asked Harry, not understanding what the other boy was getting at.

“Part-Veela are different from normal Veela in many ways: they don't change in anger;
they remain in human form, although they do inherit inhuman strength and beauty; on
their sixteenth birthday they come into their Inheritance," Malfoy continued.

“What’s that?" asked Harry in curiosity.

“It’s when the blood from a Veela comes into full power. The magnetic attraction towards
them starts in full force and they tend to look for a mate," explained Malfoy, eyes
unreadable.

"How do they do that?"

"They go by scent, selecting the person they are attracted to. The Veela will usually feel a
pull towards that other person before they reach the age of sixteen, but as they develop
towards that age it increases. On the day of their birthday they usually have the desire to
mate with their partner, bonding with them…"

"How do they do that?" asked Harry.

He failed to notice the other people in the room blushing as Malfoy smirked wickedly.

“The Veela, during sex, casts a binding spell, allowing them to grind some of their
attraction to their mate; however, this does have some disadvantages. The Veela will
become overly protective, especially every spring in the mating season. The desire for their
mate grows rapidly, increasing the need for a physical relationship...at any time or any
place..."

By now Harry was blushing, crimson, as were the other occupants in the room.

“Without a mate the attraction gets totally out of control. So far I have managed to control
it, but without a mate I will not be able to walk around the school without people trying
to...accost me..."

“So what you're trying to tell me is that on your birthday you are going to be looking for a
mate," concluded Harry finally.

"Yes."

"But you said that you still had the Veela attraction...your birthday was last week," Harry
said with a frown, remembering the Slytherin party, which had resulted in the whole
House in the Infirmary with hangovers.

Harry barely prevented a laugh as he remembered Pansy Parkinson's pale face and the
time she had thrown up all over Snape. The whole of the Slytherin House had been
punished severely and surprisingly it had been Snape to do it. Although that probably had
to do with Pansy's vomit over his robes, Harry thought, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yes," Malfoy agreed.

“Then why don't I feel it?" asked Harry in curiosity. "I mean, if you have been a Veela for
over a week then I should have felt some attraction to you, but I haven't…."

"That's a good question," mused Malfoy, eyes switching to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore beamed, popping a lemon drop into his mouth. He offered one to Harry, who
refused quickly, not wanting Dumbledore to go off track or start talking in riddles. Even he
had to admit that however brilliant Dumbledore was he still had moments of insanity.

“I assume you remember the Veela from the Quidditch World Cup?" asked Dumbledore
gently.

Harry nodded.

“Then you were aware of Mr. Weasley's attraction to them, ...and Miss. Delacour?" he
added with a smile, deliberately emitting the fact that Harry himself had been attracted to
the Veela in the World Cup before his fourth year, although Harry suspected he knew due
to the bright blue eyes watching him. He blushed uncomfortably.

Harry grinned, Sirius coughed, and Snape smirked. McGonagall looked disapproving
while Remus poked Sirius in the ribs to silence him.

“Can you remember Miss Granger's reaction?" Dumbledore beamed.

“What do you...? Oh! You’re on about Ron fancying Fleur and Hermione being jealous,”
Harry grinned lopsidedly.

“Yes," Dumbledore chuckled.

“Yeah, it was hilarious. They are still denying how they feel for one another even though
they are hopelessly in love. It's weird--I always thought Hermione was clever, but she's still
in denial."

"One point to Gryffindor," spat Snape.

“Severus!" exclaimed McGonagall in shock.

“What? The boy actually said something that made sense," snapped Snape irritably.

“Don’t you dare insult my godson!" raged Sirius.

“Gentlemen!" roared Dumbledore.

Everyone went silent instantly and both Sirius and Snape looked sheepish.

“Can you remember a little gift she gave the pair of you in your fifth year?" queried
Dumbledore.

Harry appeared puzzled for a moment before realization hit him and he blushed, crimson,
looking decidedly uncomfortable. Sirius looked between Dumbledore and Harry in
amusement while Malfoy eyed Harry with unreadable eyes.

“What did she give you?" Grinned Sirius, clearly thinking it would be something to tease
Harry about at every available opportunity later on.

“She took me to a tattoo parlour," Harry muttered, squirming uncomfortably in his seat.

“What?" shrieked McGonagall.

“What did you have done?" Smirked Malfoy, eyes filled with interest as he leaned over
slightly, eyes raking over Harry's uncomfortable frame.

“She blackmailed me into having my nipple pierced." He blushed, his voice so low they
barely heard it.

Sirius howled with laughter.

“That’s a joke, right?" asked Sirius in between laughs.

Harry hesitated before shaking his head, watching as Sirius stared at him in growing
disbelief. Snape smirked, Remus goggled, McGonagall nearly fainted, Dumbledore
beamed, and Malfoy licked his lips, making Harry stare at him in shock.

“Would you care to show me, Harry?" asked Dumbledore merrily.

Harry shook his head dumbly and pulled off his robes. He lifted up the red polo shirt he
wore underneath to reveal a tanned muscular chest. Everyone blinked as the top was
pushed under his chin, revealing the right nipple, which was pierced with a small golden
stud.

“Why didn't you tell me you'd had that done?" croaked Sirius.

“I thought you'd go mad with me," Harry mumbled, avoiding Sirius' eyes.

Malfoy made a throaty moan and everyone's eyes fixed on him. He was leaning forward in
the chair, face flushed and eyes fixed on Harry's bare stomach. The desire in his eyes was
noticeable now and Harry gaped, hastily yanking down his top and avoiding the young
Veela’s eyes.

“I think that Miss. Granger charmed yours and Mr. Weasley's stud to be attraction proof.
As long as you wear them you will not be attracted to Veela charm, other charms, lust

potions, or any other forms of desire unless they are real," Dumbledore informed him
cheerfully, trying to cover the silence in the room.
Harry understood the reason why Hermione had done it. She had been in love with Ron for
a while, although the boy was oblivious to the fact. Harry had thought that it was
suspicious the way Hermione had insisted on it. Perhaps a piercing was one way of keeping
the charm invisible from prying eyes; after all, the two boys wouldn’t show off their nipple
studs due to the fact that it wasn’t allowed at Hogwart’s.

“So that's why Hermione made sure that Ron was wearing the stud when the students from
Beauxbatons visited earlier this year," laughed Harry.

He remembered Hermione's adamant face as she helped Ron to change the stud. She had
even been smiling secretly, making Ron gape at her. Sometimes Hermione was too clever
for her own good. Perhaps he had better tell Ron...

“So that's why you have not been attracted to me...no doubt Granger will laugh when she
hears..." muttered Malfoy, trying to control the urge to pounce on Harry.

“Sir, forgive me for asking, but was has this got to do with me?" asked Harry
uncomfortably.

Sirius let out a moan and Harry looked towards him. He was eyeing Malfoy in lust. On
glancing at Snape, McGonagall, and Remus he discovered similar reactions. Even
Dumbledore appeared dazed as the young Veela licked his lips, eyes glowing with lust.
Even Harry had to admit that he was attractive.

Over the past two years Draco Malfoy had shot up to over six foot--taller than Harry. His
body had filled out, become muscular and tanned. His hair was the same white-gold colour,
but instead of being plastered down with gel it hung naturally to lightly skim his shoulders,
framing a strong handsome face and a pair of silver, glowing eyes. He was the exact copy of
his father, beautiful but deadly. He was the perfect Slytherin: a deadly serpent with a
poisonous bite.

Now that Harry thought about it, he had heard the girls and several of the boys in
Gryffindor commenting on Malfoy's new looks, particularly Parvati, Lavender, Seamus,
and Dean. Malfoy was never without admirers; he was perhaps one of the most popular
boys in the school, even if he was only in his sixth year.

“Mr. Malfoy's mate is at Hogwarts," sneered Snape.

“Who?" asked Harry cheerfully.

Harry had a mental picture of Malfoy trying to seduce a Gryffindor, or even worse a
Hufflepuff. He couldn't stop the laugh that escaped him as he imagined Malfoy mating with
Neville Longbottom. He hastily covered his mouth with his hand and went into a coughing
fit. He wondered whether Malfoy’s mate even liked him.

The adults all went silent and suddenly a thought struck Harry and he stared in shock at
the Veela. What the hell...! It couldn't be! They hated each other, and yet it made
sense...Malfoy had been avoiding them lately... He had barely said a word to them...That in
itself was strange as he usually went out of his way to annoy them at least once a day.

"I don't believe it!"

"Harry," began Dumbledore hastily.

"Ron will kill him!"

"What does Ron have to do with this?" asked Sirius in confusion.

“You mean it isn't Ron?" asked Harry, relaxing instantly.

Everyone gaped.

“Whatever made you think that I would be interested in the Weasel?" drawled Malfoy.

“I don't know...I just...well..."

“Harry, I must say this before you find out. It is possible for the person to not accept
Draco's bond. The person may ignore it..."

“Oh..." Harry said, not really understanding.

“The only fact is that once a Veela has decided on its mate it will continue to try and seduce
him until they do bond...Veela are very persuasive creatures..."

Suddenly it all clicked. Dumbledore had wanted to know whether he liked boys or girls...he
had questioned whether he was in a relationship...he had discussed Veela with him...Harry
felt the sudden urge to run as he looked in panic towards the silver-haired boy. Oh my
God, his mind screamed.

This couldn't be happening. His rival was not trying to seduce him...he couldn't be! It was
impossible!

"It's you," moaned Malfoy, clearly wanting nothing better than to pounce on the stunned,
horrified boy staring at him, as if he had admitted to having a crush on Voldemort.

Choices:

For those that don’t know me very well, I’d like to say that at the end of each chapter I give
a number of choices for the reader to choose from. This gives me help when I need it and
makes the reader more involved. I’ve found that my previous readers appreciate it and
since then other authors have started to do the same.

Harry tells Ron and Hermione
Harry and Draco are left alone
Draco gets jealous

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Chapter 2: Coping with the Truth

Chapter 2:

Warning:

This story contains SLASH! If you don't like, then please do not read. It will contain
MPREG in the future, but I'll warn you when it starts. MPREG is male pregnancy.

Authors’ note:

I’m glad that you’re all so happy to find my fic again, and I hope that you continue to read.
Thanks for reviewing.

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Coping with the Truth:

"You're lying," Harry snapped, desperation in his voice as he looked at Sirius for the
truth.

Sirius bowed his head, unable to bear the desperation in his Godson's eyes. He wished he
could stop this but there was no way Dumbledore would allow him to do anything. As they
had discussed before Harry had entered the room, Veela will take their chosen partner as a
mate and will never cease trying to bond with them. As much as he hated to admit it, there
was nothing he could do.

“But why?" begged Harry.

“I don't know," replied Malfoy, pity in his gaze, mingled with lust and desire.

“Why me? You could have anyone you wanted! Why not Pansy or..."

“I don't want them! I want you! You have no idea of the self-control I have had this week!
Every time I saw you I wanted to pin you down to the floor and ravish you! You tease me!
Your scent is everywhere...I can't escape it...how the hell do you think I coped when I
discovered I wanted you?" raged Malfoy.

“I...Please...I can't..." muttered Harry, green eyes strangely unfocused.

Malfoy sighed softly, eyes soft and filled with adoration as they fixed on the other boy.
What could he do? He knew what he wanted to do...He wanted to lock himself in his room,
alone with Harry, where he could kiss that soft mouth, touch that tanned skin, suck on that
tempting neck and…

“Draco!" scolded Dumbledore hastily, recognizing the look in the Veela's eyes.

“Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly.

“What about your father?" said Harry desperately.

“I do not plan on ever becoming a slave. I have my Grandfather's mansion, his money and
estate; I am perhaps as wealthy as my father in my own right. I do not intend to keep in
touch with him if he decides to force me against you. I would never allow him to harm

you!"

The possessiveness in Malfoy's voice made Harry stare at him in shock. He had never seen
Malfoy like this before, his eyes glowing with honesty and truth. It scared him... Hell, he
was terrified! Malfoy was serious...he wanted to mate with him...wanted to have sex with
him!

“You can deny this all that you want but I intend to make you mine. I will never give in, of
that you can be sure," said Malfoy gently, but stubbornly.

“But why me?" asked Harry quietly, slight disbelief in his voice.

Malfoy stood and moved towards him, gripping his chin and forcing it back until he was
staring up into his eyes. He studied the boy before him. How could he tell Harry how
beautiful he was? How much he adored the thick messy hair, the bright emerald eyes and
proud figure? How could he tell this boy that he needed him, wanted him, desired him?

“You are beautiful...strong...proud...powerful...you are everything I could ever possibly
dream of," Malfoy replied at last. His eyes a blaze with so much emotion that even
Dumbledore appeared amazed.

“I don't know what to do... I hate you...you hate me...I'm confused..." mumbled Harry
uncertainly.

“Then take your time to work it out. I only want you to be happy. Think about it, Harry. I
can give you everything: love, protection, and friendship...I would give my life for you...I
would never force you to bond with me, and all that I ask of you is that you don't shut me
out. I need you, Harry. I tried to deny it at first but I can't any longer..."

“Can’t we be friends?" Harry asked finally, after a moment of silence.

“If that is all you are prepared to give me at the moment," consented Draco.

He lightly moved his thumb to stroke Harry's bottom lip tenderly. Harry was surprised by
the tenderness of the gesture, having never been treated that way before. He got lost in
Draco's eyes for a moment, marveling at the silver eyes that now, when he looked closer,
had pale blue tints around the pupil.

Harry blinked in confusion, pulling away from the Veela with a sudden jerk. He lifted
startled green eyes up to the other boy, a question clearly visible in their depths. Draco
smiled in amusement, but there was also relief in his expression.

“What did you do?" snapped Harry angrily.

“It seems that you are not completely immune to my charm. The stud does take away most
of the magnetic attraction you will feel towards me but under constant pressure it will start
to break down," he smiled.

“So I'll still be attracted to you?" asked Harry, clearly looking horrified.

Snape snorted.

“Yes," Draco smiled easily.

“Harry...you don't have to decide now...you can take your time..." mumbled Sirius,
sounding as if he would like nothing better than to pretend the whole scenario wasn't
happening.

“I guess..." Harry muttered uncertainly.

“Perfect!" beamed Dumbledore.

“Albus, what will you do about Mr. Malfoy? After all, you can't let a Veela stay
unprotected in the school," pondered McGonagall.

“Draco will be given his own room and study. There's also an en-suite bathroom if I
remember correctly...yes, it's behind the painting of Merlin on the top floor of the
abandoned Tower," Dumbledore smiled.

“Thank you," Draco said sincerely, his eyes still fixed on the dazed Gryffindor.

“Right...oh, I believe that we had better leave the pair of you to discuss
your...relationship," Dumbledore added, quickly moving towards the door, and forcing
everyone else to leave, much to Sirius's chagrin.

Harry gulped, wondering why he always had to get himself in impossible situations. Draco
moved to sit down on the chair next to him again, his eyes strangely calculating as they
watched him. Harry shivered, unsure of what to say.

“I know that you are uncomfortable with this situation and I just have to say that I will try
to control myself. However, there will be times when the desire will get too strong for me to
control," Draco finally said.

“What will happen then?" asked Harry softly.

“I am most likely to try and pounce on you. If I go to far, stop me immediately," the
answer was soft, the warning unmistakably clear.

" Thank you for warning me."

" Just don't shut me out. I'd like to get to know you, Harry. I can cope with the friend thing
for now," Draco said, sounding almost fearful of his answer.

“I’d like that," smiled Harry weakly.

Draco smiled brightly.

“I won't ever give up trying to seduce you," he smirked after a while.

Harry laughed, finding his honesty amusing.

“Just don't force me...to...I'm a..."

"I know."

" How?" asked Harry, stunned.

“I can tell by your scent...your so innocent...so pure...its addictive," Draco purred.

Harry blushed crimson.

“Don’t be embarrassed," Draco smirked, "I intend to ravish you soon."

Harry choked, his blush darkening furiously.

Malfoy gave a triumphant smirk and leaned over quickly. He slowly brushed his lips
tenderly over Harry's for a moment before tugging at his lower lip. Harry appeared to be
too stunned to move or stop him so he decided to deepen the kiss.

After regaining his senses Harry pulled away, green eyes wide with disbelief and
astonishment. Draco smiled warmly; clearly amused by his reaction, and slightly
embarrassed by the tenderness he had just displayed so openly.

“Just don't go with anyone else unless you want me to kill him or her," he said finally.

Harry nodded in a daze, knowing that it was no idle threat. Draco Malfoy had claimed him
as his future mate and he would not stand competition. He was after all, a Malfoy, and
Malfoy's did not share, in any circumstances.

“Especially that Irish prat," Draco snarled.

“Seamus?" gasped Harry, regaining enough composure to reply to Draco's warning.

“He’s been after you! I can tell by the way he looks at you, the way he tries to touch you...I
nearly killed him the other day when he was drooling over you," Draco raged.

" Seamus?"

" Yes!"

" But Seamus doesn't like me like that!"

" Harry! That prat has been after you for years...it's practically Hogwart’s news that he
wants to be the Boyfriend of the Boy Who Lived!" spat Draco, jealousy burning in his eyes.

“But he hasn't..." argued Harry.

" YOU'RE HOPELESS!"

" Excuse me, you're the one saying that my friend is trying to seduce me," spat Harry.

" And you're the one too dense to see it!"

" Well I'm glad that is sorted," beamed Dumbledore, suddenly appearing into the room.

Harry blinked, looking up to see Dumbledore, Sirius and Remus staring at them with a

mixture of amusement and slight horror. Harry felt relived to see them, as it meant that he
could stop the stupid conversation with an overprotective, jealous male Veela, who was
now going to try and seduce him, or as Draco had warned, pounce on him.

“You will both return to your rooms, Draco to his new tower. Harry, I think that you need
to have a decent nights sleep," suggested Dumbledore, calmly, ignoring the fact that he had
just interrupted an argument between the two.

“But I want to talk to Sirius," Harry argued, looking at Sirius with pleading eyes.

“Sirius will be here for a few weeks, walking through the school as Padfoot of course,"
Dumbledore soothed.

“Really?" asked Harry, looking relieved to have his Godfather’s protection.

After all, he would be able to prevent Draco Malfoy from attacking him, unless of course,
Sirius pounced on Malfoy he thought with a grin, remembering Sirius' attraction to the
Veela from earlier in the meeting. A grin sprang to his face as he hastily turned his
laughter into coughs.

Everyone eyed him curiously and he shook his head wildly to show that he was all right.
Snape smirked, obviously realizing what he was laughing at.

“Can I go?" Harry asked finally, avoiding Draco's eyes like the plague.

“Of course, Harry," said McGonagall, who clearly didn't like the idea of her Gryffindor
Seeker being tied down to a Veela, and a Slytherin Veela at that.

As if in a daze, Harry stood up and left the room, ignoring the concerned glances aimed his
way. Malfoy sighed, raking a hand through his hair. He sat down, a thoughtful expression
on his face before he grinned. Sirius was instantly suspicious.

“He’s adorable!"

Sirius choked.

“I’ll get him," Draco smirked.

“He won't be easy to get," Remus added, avoiding Sirius's stunned eyes.

“Yeah...and that horny Irish prat better keep away from him unless he wants to be
castrated," growled Malfoy possessively.

Sirius burst out laughing, unable to stop himself.

“Castrated?" he choked.

“Yes...either that or I'll strangle him," smirked Draco.

“Mr. Malfoy, I will not tolerate threats to members of my House," snapped McGonagall,
sending Snape a dirty look.

Snape fought down the smirk rising on his face, just barely. Dumbledore beamed at them,
clearly not bothered by the fact that a student was threatening to maim another student.
After all, Draco Malfoy was within his rights as a Veela to protect and fight for the person
he wanted as his mate.

‘It should be amusing,' he thought.

“Draco!" scolded Dumbledore with a smile.

“What? It's going to be hell not trying to pounce on Harry, I mean, he's gorgeous!"
exclaimed Draco easily, causing McGonagall to blush.

“Hmm," snorted Snape, clearly not siding with the Veela's opinion.

Draco rolled his eyes, his mind already drifting to his potential mate.

‘How does one seduce a Gryffindor?' he thought to himself. 'I could try the subtle
romance...but...that nipple ring...mmm...maybe I could just try to kiss him, or maybe give
him a little caress, or a little hug...hmm, that was definitely worth thinking about...'

" Draco!" yelled Dumbledore quickly.

Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune, blushed crimson.

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Harry made his way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He stared at her for a moment, his
mind reeling from what he had just learned. He barely heard her when she asked him for
the password, frowning at his lack of attention.

“Oh! Greasy hair," he mumbled finally.

She gave him a concerned look before opening the portrait. Harry stumbled inside easily;
not hearing her mutters about how some people needed more sleep.

Harry entered the Gryffindor Common Room in a daze. He made his way automatically to
the sofa where Ron and Hermione were sitting, finishing their Transfiguration essay, which
was due the next day. They looked up in concern, noticing the almost horrified look on
their best friends face.

At first they didn't say anything but Hermione soon bit her lip, unable to prevent
questioning her friend to find out what was going on. After all, she had never seen Harry in
such a state before. What on earth had happened to him?

“Harry? What did Dumbledore say?" asked Hermione gently, pulling Harry to sit beside
her.

Harry stared at her in silence for a moment until he answered.

“Malfoy!" he finally spat, horror obvious in his voice.