It was raining that day, as it had been every day that week. Harry Potter sat in Divination staring moodily out the window at the giant squid waving its tentacles above the murky lake water. Next to him, Ronald Weasley sat snoring gently, lost in a lovely dream involving a very attractive girl and a lot of silk curtains. Harry himself was trying desperately not to sleep as the last time he had dozed off in this class he had awoken screaming and Trelawney hadn't stopped foretelling his most grievous demise for months.

"Ah…Mr. Potter, I see you are feeling pensive today, the giant squid has often been my own companion when I gaze out through this very glass. Tell me young Potter, what is it you see in the glass?" Trelawney had swooped over to him and was peering eagerly at Harry's scar through her enormous glasses. Harry blinked and quickly came up with some hodgepodge answer that would suffice and the oversized praying mantis of a teacher swooped off to comment excitedly on Parvati Patil's soggy tea leaves.

In truth, Harry was feeling rather mundane as of late, nothing was going on and everybody seemed to be occupied with new and exciting ventures. Hermione was constantly studying for a special Advanced Placement course over the summer, Ron was mooning over a new girl every day, even Ginny was being passed around the dating mill. Harry was desperately in need of something new to do otherwise he feared he would go completely insane.

Lunchtime was the usual affair. Food, some announcements, ("There are no other uses of the Astronomy Tower other than ASTRONOMY, all students found…dawdling in the area will be severely punished!" Sinistra had announced ominously) and a sparse conversation. Harry had discussed the more interesting points of breeding cabbage with a skinny boy called Edward Fort, a transfer student from Durmstrang, Hermione had had a rousing conversation on the several nuances of makeup with Parvati and Lavender (actually, Hermione had been little more than comatose through the whole thing and had only roused when Parvati and Lavender realized that she was barely living through their conversation, let alone participating in it), and Ron had not been present at the table at all. From there, Harry's day became steadily less interesting. First block had been Potions, a normally tortuous affair, so much so that it had become boringly torturous. Second had been Divination, then Lunch and then he had Care of Magical Creatures.

"I hope Hagrid's got something interesting for us, I'm so bored I could eat my own arm." Harry said. Hermione smiled encouragingly, the way she did when she thought he was behaving puerile, and patted his back,

"If you're bored Harry then do some extra work, we're near the end of our sixth year and you've never once done extra work. Imagine how bad that would look when you apply to the Auror schools?" Harry scowled 'Extra work my arse! Work won't help me when I'm bored, it might actually just put me into a coma I'd be so bored!' he complained. Ahead of them Hagrid's hut loomed forth from the darkness of the Forbidden Forest and Harry felt his spirits raise very slightly, there was never anything that wasn't at least a little interesting in CoMC.

Yet the fates were against Harry Potter that particularly soggy day for as the group neared Hagrid's hut there was nothing there that looked vaguely interesting. In fact, the shaggy half giant was nowhere to be seen, instead, a petite woman who looked to be about forty sat glaring disapprovingly at all of them.

"I" she shrieked (Parvati and Lavender winced and covered their ears)

"Am Professor Harris-Fisherman! I will be your substitute as Professor Hagrid (which sounded odd even to Harry) is sick! NOW! Bring out your books and turn to the chapter on Veela! We will read the passage and for homework you have an essay…TWO FEET! You are dismissed!" Harry stood bewildered as his classmates trudged back to the castle. That was it? His interesting lesson, gone! And for what? Veela…stinking Veela,

"Somebody hates me…"

Meanwhile, walking hurriedly up the sloping lawn towards his dormitory, Draco Malfoy, accompanied (and not flanked) by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson was in a panic. The day had gone relatively well for him, he had woken up and had been able to achieve perfection in his attire without much effort. His breakfast had been enjoyable and his classes had been nothing but the simple mundane drivel they were every day. Then he had gone to that oaf Hagrid's class and that shrill woman had shouted one word that made him cringe. A word that made his insides curl in terror and apprehension. Veela. Yes, as many might have guessed by now (either from my obvious plot type elements or from the summary), Draco Malfoy is indeed a Veela.

His father had always told him that he was different from other witches and wizards. When he was five and had to have bodyguards because strange people kept on trying to take him, his father had only told him

"Draco, you're different and very special and that's why people want to take you. But now you have body guards and an AK47 Wizarding pistol, no one will harm you now."

When he was ten and a pervert had hugged him just to grope him (obviously and uncomfortably) his father had only told him that he was special and different and that people wanted to take him away because of that. Four more bodyguards were added to his entourage.

When he was fourteen and still small slender and feminine as ever his father had blanched considerably and told him that he was very special and very different and that people wanted him because of it, that and the fact that he seemed to radiate some kind of hormone that drove people to do strange things. His bodyguards had been fired long ago and he was taught some basic self defense skills, later he learned that they were tricks taught to women to keep away potential rapists. He had been incensed, he was not a woman! Yet when he told his father this, Lucious had only smiled and said

"You might as well be…" and strolled off.

Finally when Draco had turned fifteen (just last year) his father had called him home on his birthday and explained the entire situation to him in 5 words before apparating to Cannes to spend an afternoon terrorizing Ministry officials.

"Dtaco, you are a Veela"

Draco had immediately read up on everything he could find on the creatures and quickly mastered his strange Veela magic. He also learned that he had a mate, one destined for him since before the beginning of time (as the book had phrased it). Draco knew he would find his mate at Hogwarts and that when he first touched them in a certain place, he would know them immediately. It also seemed, much to Draco's great displeasure, that he was a submissive type Veela, someone else would have near full control of him.

"My life can't get any stranger" Draco had said and he repeated it again as he raced up the hill.

Oh how wrong he was.

Lily: I'm doing a HPxDM fic AND a DMxHP fic AT THE SAME TIME. I dunno which I prefer wearing the pants. Hmmmmmm

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