Draco Malfoy was partly a veela. That was something everyone knew. He had charmed others even as a small boy: he could remember something about a small boy with black hair who kissed him in the age of five. They had been friends all their life, but soon after that, they never met again. Draco never thought about it though: he was sixteen, soon-to-be-seventeen, and he didn't think about friends he had when he was five. The point was, Draco could charm anyone. And at Durmstrang, the school he attended, that was a known fact to all the boys.
Draco didn't like girls. He had never found it exciting to watch the girls at school take a swim in the middle of the night, leaving their clothes on the beach. While the other boys took their clothes and ran away, hoping the girls would run after them, Draco just stayed inside, playing chess or reading. Of course he had a few boyfriends, with his veela-charm he could have anyone he wanted. But then again, what fun was it when they were in some sort of drooling trance? No one said anything when they woke up from the trance, Draco was too popular. Besides, every boy in the whole school had had a crush on the blonde boy with the white skin. And nobody was sure if they were supposed to be happy or sad when they heard that their very own veela was off to another school, to graduate as a wizard.
"What school is this? Durmstrang was so much better," Draco muttered under his breath as they rode up to the school in the vagons without horses. He was sat in a vagon with a chubby boy and a girl who looked like she was nuts: she had something resembling peas in her ears, and she wore huge glasses – without glasses. The chubby boy looked a bit nervous about sitting next to Draco, who was looking as if he was going to kill someone. He had heard a lot about this school though. About the famous headmaster Dumbledoor, who got killed at the school by a teacher named Severus Snape. And that The Dark Lord was killed here, by the so-called Boy Who Lived. Draco wasn't sure what his real name was: his parents knew Severus Snape, that's why he knew his name.
"Y-you went to Durmstrang?" the chubby one dared asking. Draco didn't bother waste his veela-charm on the chubby one; there had to be better baits out there. Draco just sent him a cold glare, before he turned his attention to the castle again.
"Yes fatty, I went to Durmstrang. Shit your panties now, huh?" he said, and the chubby one blushed. The weird looking girl turned her attention to the blonde boy, and raised her eyebrows.
"You must have been neglected as a child. Or you was kidnapped by Kulght. They're creatures that kidnap small kids and twist their brains until they are just some box with nothing but mean things inside." Draco stared at her. What was wrong with the girl? Honestly, who talked about Kulght who kidnapped people? Draco wasn't even sure if there was something called Kulght, or if she was crazy.
"What's your name?" he asked, thinking he had to have her name to keep away from her.
"Luna Lovegood. What's yours?" she asked, looking at him with those big, creepy eyes. Draco could do nothing but stare back, begging for the trip to be over.
"Draco Malfoy. And I wasn't abused by Kulght or whatever you called them." Lovegood blinked.
"You don't look human to me," she said, still staring at him. I will have to kill her if she doesn't stop staring at me! Draco thought, freaking out.
"I'm partly veela." People could might as well get used to it, he used his veela charm whenever he needed something to be done. Lovegood smiled.
"Oh, I have never met someone partly veela before. Oh, yes, I have. She was beautiful, but she's married to Ginny's brother, I think," she said dreamly, and Draco nodded slowly. When the vagon stopped, he couldn't get out fast enough. He fixed his robes, before he hurried up the stairs, and into the castle. He stopped and looked around, sighing. It had finally stopped raining, but Draco guessed it'd start up again soon. He was just glad he was safe, warm and dry. He was just going to take a step forward, when someone grabbed his arm and dragged him several meters to the side. He was just about to open his mouth and shout at the person, when he heard a splooshing-sound, and a waterballoon hit the spot he was a few seconds ago. Draco turned around and looked surprised at the black-haired boy who had saved him.
"How did you know that was going to happen?" he said, demanding an answer. If asking him wasn't enough, Draco'd just turn on his veela-charm, and…
"You'll get used to it, just watch up for the poltergeist," he giggled, and pointed at a silly looking ghost in the ceiling. Draco furred his brows, before he looked back at his saviour.
"Oh. Thank you, I guess," he said, looking at the two behind the black haired boy. It was a tall boy with bright red hair, holding onto a smaller girl with bushy hair and a huge smile. Draco huffed. They looked so… sappy. He looked at the dark haired boy, who just pulled his shoulders.
"I am Harry Potter, by the way," he said, smiling at him. Draco smiled back, turning on some of his veela charm.
"Draco Malfoy," he said, and was just going to ask him something, when the redhead shrieked.
"Bloody hell, you're a veela!" he said, and smacked his hands over his eyes. The girl just sighed, and looked at Draco.
"You must excuse Ron, he's a bit fanatic. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way," she smiled, and Draco nodded.
"Well, he's right, I've got veela blood in my vains. But no need to worry, I'm not going to molest him." Granger laughed, and so did the Potter guy. Draco just sighed. He was definetly not going to hang around these people: way too sappy for his taste.
"Well, I'll be going now," he said calmly, before he slipped away, following the crowd into a large hall. Draco pulled his shoulders, and was just about to walk over to a table to sit down, when someone grabbed his arm.
"Young man, you're new here, aren't you? Well, you have to be chosen, so you just wait together with the kids," an old lady said, and Draco wanted to sneer at her. Instead, he wriggled his arm free, and smiled at her.
"Okay, ma'am." Then he walked over to the small kids who was standing on a line, talking in whispers. Draco rolled his eyes at the small, silly kids. When he was at their age, he was silent, cold, and used his veela charm to get people to do things for him. He stood calmly and waited for something to happen, and then a small, chubby man walked over to a chair with a hat on. The hat sang some silly song that made everyone clap their hands and Draco to roll his eyes, before the little man cleared his throat.
"Okay, everyone! Listen! Aalva, Arin," he said, and a small boy with huge eyes came stumbling up, and put the hat on his head.
"Hufflepuff!" the hat screamed, and Draco smirked. So that's how it works. Hm, wish I knew more about the houses…
"Malfoy, Draco!" the man screamed, several minutes after. Draco had noticed that only a few people was chosen for Slytherin, and all the other houses looked at the two who had been chosen for the silver and green table like they were doomed. Draco walked up to the chair, and made a face when he had to put the filthy, old hat on top of his long, blonde hair… but the hat was barely on, before a voice giggled into his ear.
"This is not a hard choice, Slytherin!" Draco knew that the last word was screamed out loud, and he smirked. Slytherin it is, then.
"So the Boy Who Lived, his name is Harry Potter?" Draco asked, surprised. Blaise Zabini rolled his eyes.
"Yes, are you slow?" he said dryly, and Draco shot him a deadly glare. Even though he was going to snap at these people sooner or later, he was glad he came here. At least people was like himself around here. Draco sighed, and folded his arms behind his head, and slowly layed down on the sofa, closing his eyes. He didn't like the dungeons, though. It was too dark and too clammy for his taste. He had more of a modern taste, with large, open rooms with a lot of windows. He had never liked the school building at Durmstrang: it was just like this. What was it with "dark" people and their dark places? They weren't rats, they didn't have to hide in the darkness.
"I don't like this room. It's too dark, and too much decorations," Draco said, and Zabini groaned.
"So get the fuck out of here! You're not forced to stay inside the common room all the time. But I warn you: Slytherins are different from the others. And for Merlin's sake, keep away from the Gryffindors! That means Harry Potter, Weasly and their mudblood friend," Zabini spat, and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Well thank you mom," he said dryly, and got up, "but I think I'll manage just fine. I'll take a walk among the living." And with that, he left the room. He walked upstairs, and leaned against a wall. Being a veela, he needed human contact quite often, and now it was a long time since he had touched someone. Only that Potter guy, but he didn't touch his skin… Draco needed human contact, and he needed it now. He couldn't molest someone in his house, they'd spread it all around the school. No, he had to find someone who could feel guilty afterwards, someone who was sappy enough…
"Hermione, I'll be fine, trust me!" someone shouted, and Draco's head jerked up. He looked to his left, and saw no one else than Potter come running. Maybe… Draco kept on supporting his back against the wall, bowing his head and letting the exhaustion take over his body. He could work normal for a couple of days, but if Potter had some sort of hero complex, this could do the trick… and as he thought, Potter slowed down when he saw him.
"Malfoy? Uh, are you all right?" he asked, a bit unsure. Draco nodded, but didn't look up.
"Yeah, sure, no problem. Thanks for your concern," he said, barely audible. And of course, Potter wasn't going to let him go with that. He came closer, bending down to see the blonde's face.
"You don't look all right. You look pale. I mean, you're pale, but you look paler," he ended lamely. Draco looked him in the eyes, and tried not to groan at his stupidity.
"It's nothing. It's just…" he sighed, pretending to be embarrassed. He was a veela for Merlin's sake, he couldn't get embarrassed that easily! Potter stared at him with a pair of awfully green eyes.
"… just?" he said, nudging Draco's shoulder gently. Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he shook himself mentally. This is what happens when you go too long without human touch. You get over-excited, he told himself, gritting his teeth. Then he sighed, creating a dramatic mood.
"Well, since I'm partly veela, I need to feel human skin on my skin. If I don't get that, I get sick. But it's nothing, I'm sure I can convince one of my housemates to hold my hand or something," he said ironicly. Potter bit his lip, and Draco smirked to himself. There. Potter would have a hard time pushing away the hero in himself and don't let Draco touch him. He waited for a while, then he sighed again.
"Oh well, I have to go outside for a little while. Need some fresh air…" He started walking, then someone grabbed his shirt, pulling him with them. Draco smirked. He had him. He had Potter around is pinky finger.
"Come here," Potter mumbled, and pulled Draco with him inside a small room, locking the door behind them. The dark haired boy couldn't look at the other one, he just tripped nervously from foot to foot.
"P-Harry, what is it?" Draco asked friendly. This was going just the way he planned.
"How much… human skin do you need to touch?" he said hastily, and Draco smirked out in the darkness.
"Depends. The more I get, the longer it'll last… how come?" he asked innocently, and then he felt someone grab his hand, and a pleasant feeling filled him. He sighed happily. It was like when you get something to drink, after walking around in the desert without water for a month. Draco hungrily grabbed Potter's hand with both of his own, and ran his fingers up his arm a couple of times. Then he quickly moved closer, and slipped his hands under Potter's shirt. Potter gasped at the touch, and Draco smirked. Damn, this boy wasn't used to anything resembling human contact. Oh well, I'm going to change that, he thought, giggling silently. Then he pulled away his hands to pull off his own shirt, before he quickly dragged Potter's shirt off him, so that he could feel Potter's warm skin on his. An animal-like sneer escaped the blonde's lips, and the licked the sensitive skin on Potter's tanned neck. The latter gasped again, and gripped Draco's shoulders to steady himself. Draco grinned, nibbling on Potter's neck, leaving small marks. It had been far too long, that was why he was so… fierce, he convinced himself. It had nothing to do with Potter's wonderful, tanned body, with muscles and scars… he growled, and digged his nails into the dark haired boy's back, making him whine. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he digged his nails into Draco's shoulders as a response.
"Now, now, Potter, calm down. You're making me blush," Draco sneered into his neck, and Potter huffed.
"Not so polite now, Malfoy?" he mumbled, dragging his nails down Draco's back. Draco cursed silently, the boy had no idea what he was doing. He couldn't tease a veela like this, it could cost him very much. Draco sneered again, and pushed him against the wall, now drawing blood with his nails. Potter just growled, and dug his nails deeper into Draco's back. So he likes it rough, Draco thought with a grin, and bit down hard on Potter's neck, almost taking a bite of his flesh.
"Ouch, Malfoy!" Potter shrieked loudly, but he still didn't push him away. Draco knew that he had to stop now, or he'd do something very stupid. Potter was so shagable with his shriekes and gasps, and the fact that he liked to be handled rough… none of the other lovers Draco had was like that, they had all complained about him being rough. And at that time, I wasn't half as rough as I am now. He quickly bit down on Potter's neck again, before he stepped back, grabbed his shirt and got dressed. Potter was panting and leaning against the wall, his face held a mixture of pain and lust. Draco studied him, slowly allowing his eyes to slip up and down the tanned body, smirking.
"Don't get carried away, Potter. This was just for tonight…" And with that, Draco turned around and walked outside.
That night kept Draco from sickness for a couple of months. But at the end of November, Draco had to skip classes because he was too sick to get out of bed. He touched people, very well, but not… not enough to satisfy himself. But it was worse now. He had never experienced being this sick, and just after a couple of months! He groaned as he stumbled his way into the common room, and then on to the bathroom. He had to puke. He bent over the toilet, just in time. He was just about to hurry and brush away his hair before he puked again, when someone collected all of it, and held it behind his head. Draco was grateful, and sent a silent thanks to whoever it was holding his hair. He finished puking, and collapsed into the wall, groaning and closing his eyes. The person who held his hair, washed his face with a wet cloth, and sat down next to him. Draco opened his eyes, expecting to find Pansy, who was now some sort of sister for him, or Blaise, who from time to time got a taste of his veela-charm. Instead, he stared into a pair of worried, green eyes behind round glasses. Draco sighed, and closed his eyes again. Potter. He wasn't sure if he was glad or not. But when Potter bent down and picked him up, holding him close to his body, he knew he was glad. He got the same feeling he had felt the first night at Hogwarts, the feeling of finally getting water after spending days and days in the desert. He sighed, and rested his head on the other boy's shoulder. Potter walked into the commonroom, where he stopped.
"Uh, where do you sleep?" he said, looking around. Draco raised a tired hand, and pointed at the stairs leading up to where he was sleeping. Potter turned around, and walked up the stairs, panting slightly. Draco slipped his arm around Potter's neck to steady himself.
"Which bed is yours?" Potter mumbled when they got into the room, and Draco pointed at the bed next to the window. Potter dropped the blonde down on the bed, before he looked at him, angry.
"What?" Draco mumbled, not quite sure why the dark haired boy was mad. Had he done anything wrong? Excpet molesting him in a dark room, but Potter hadn't said anything about that earlier…
"You idiot. You choose to die away instead of asking me again?" he said, barely audible. Draco didn't answer this. Instead, he turned around, showing Potter his back. The latter sighed frustrated, and then Draco heard some moving, before the bed shifted, as Potter slipped into it, creeping closer. Draco sighed, and closed his eyes. He knew it was going to make him well again if Potter was close for a while, but then again, he could hardly hold back when they were in a dirty, small room. How the heck was he supposed to hold back when they were in a bed – together? But when he felt Potters warm skin on his cold, needy body, all those thoughts vanished. Instead, he turned around, and cuddled up into his arms, sighing happily.
"So you know how to cuddle?" Potter mused, and Draco snorted.
"Yes, when I'm six and exhaused." Potter groaned, and pulled the blonde closer, nuzzling his nose into his hair. Draco felt his energy come back, and he slipped his hands over Potter's naked back, while drawing in the scent of him. Such sweet scent… he licked his neck gently, making him moan.
"I'm not sure if I prefer you being gentle or rough," Potter mumbled, and Draco wrapped his legs around Potter's waist, determined to get as close as possible. Just the sound of Potter's voice… it was so strange, yet very familiar. He wondered if maybe they'd met before.
"Who are you? I know your name, I know that you are The Boy Who Lived, and I know you like it rough." Potter blushed visibly at the last part.
"What more is there to know?" he mumbled, and Draco sighed. Merlin, this boy was really stupid.
"Well, you've already told me one thing. You're stupid. Tell me about your family. Tell me about your life. I'm bored." Potter groaned, and pinched his neck gently.
"Well, my parents got killed when I was five. Before that, I was like eveyone else. If you look away from the fact that I was kissing my best friend at that time. Anyway, we used to hang out with this family, but they just… vanished after Voldemort killed my family. So I had to live with my aunt, uncle and cousin, who by the way is scared to death of me. Anyways, I'll move soon enough, with Voldemort dead and all that shit, I'm safer outside Privet Drive." Draco was staring at his neck. Kissed his best friend… his best friend kissed him when he was five. A boy with pitch black hair, living in Godrics Hollow.
"Where did you and your parents live? Any chance you'll be moving back to that place?" Potter stroke his back slowly.
"Godrics Hollow. And I'm not quite sure. Bad memories and such. I went there last year, and that almost resulted in my death. Not too pleasant." Draco sighed, and wrapped himself tighter around the other boy. So it was him… but no way if he could tell him. He certainly didn't have a good life with the muggles, and he might feel like they abandoned him. But they had to go in hiding, things were getting heated around the Dark Lord. Draco went to school as usual, while his parents opened a private business, not working for anyone in particular. That way, no one could say they had chosen which side they were on. So when Potter killed the Dark Lord, they could just smile sweetly and tell everyone that they were on the "good" side. Easy as pie. Draco didn't feel sick anymore, his stomach was back on track, and his head wasn't spinning in a dizzy haze. Quite the opposite, he felt alive and lustful. He slipped his hands down the dark haired boy's body, attaching his lips and tounge with Potter's neck. He bit down carefully, he had scars from the last time they met. Potter sighed, and leaned his head back, exposing the tanned flesh on his neck. Draco groaned, almost like an animal, and hungrily licked and kissed the skin. But Potter wasn't going to let himself be manhandled this time: he rolled Draco over on his back, and climbed on top of him, kissing his neck forcefully. He went on like that for a while, kissing his collarbone, jawline, neck, ears… then Draco decided he needed more, and grabbed Potter's hair, and pulled him in for a real kiss. His lips was smooth and warm, and Draco pressed his tounge against Potter's bottom lip, trying to make him part his wonderous lips… when he finally did, he slipped his tounge inside, and carefully licked every part of his mouth, feeling the sweet taste of chocolate on his tounge.
"Mmm," Potter mumbled into the kiss, obviously enjoying himself. Draco broke the kiss for a little while, taking his time to lick his own lips, taking in the taste of the other boy. This I could get used to, he mused to himself, before he re-connected his lips with Potter's. The latter roamed his hands all over Draco's body, pinning him to the bed, but still letting his hands be free. After all, that was why they did this. Or was it? Draco wasn't sure anymore, he just enjoyed it when it happened. He couldn't stop touching his skin, it was so soft, so warm and tanned… Draco traced the muscles on Potter's back, down his spine, and to his waistband… there he stopped. What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to want this! Only if… no, it couldn't be. Potter? His mate? No fucking way… Potter broke their kiss again, and put his mouth on Draco's neck, biting down. The blonde cried out, grabbing whatever he could reach – which proved to be Potter's tanned back – while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Fuck, that was…
"Potter?" Draco said through gritted teeth. Potter stopped, and looked at him. His eyes was half closed, and he was panting. Merlin…
"Yes?" he mumbled, studying his face. Then his eyes slipped downwards, over his white neck, chest, stomach… Draco placed a finger under his chin, and lifted his head.
"I'm up here. Potter, I get it if you want to run for the hills now. I won't blame you. But… damn, I think you're my mate." Potter's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Draco sighed, and gritted his teeth. This was it. Damn, why Potter? Why not some random dude? Someone who'd fall for his veela charm, easy as pie. When Potter didn't react anymore, he just hoovered over Draco, staring at him with open mouth and huge eyes, Draco sighed, and turned away to hide his bitter tears. He tried to push Potter off so that he could crawl out of the bed, but Potter grabbed his hands, and pinned him down to the bed. Draco felt his heart beat faster. Was Potter going to kill him? Draco didn't know Potter very well, he didn't know how he reacted to things like this. But what Draco didn't expect, was what happened next. Potter wrapped his arms around Draco, and hid his face in the crook of his neck, breathing silently. Draco stared surprised at the dark haired boy lying on top of him, and wrapped his arms around him.
"Potter?" he mumbled, his heart picking up an even faster pace.
"You veelas die if you don't get to be around your mate, isn't that right?" he mumbled, and Draco sighed. He didn't want Potter to do this because he had to.
"Yes, we will, eventually. But I can live with just a small touch every now and then. You don't have to… to be this close for me to survive," Draco murmured back, closing his eyes. Potter just curled up on top of him, kissing his neck very, very gently.
"I don't mind being this close to you," he whispered, and let his hands travel over the milky white skin on Draco's chest and stomach. Draco moaned, and wrapped his legs around Potter's waist.
"Damn, Potter…" Draco whispered, and gasped as he felt Potter's lips around his nipple, playing gently with it. Then he kissed his way downwards, over his navel, down, down… Draco felt his boxers being removed, and he gasped, tensing his back against the touch. Then Potter removed his own boxers, his erection rubbing against Draco's, who moaned loudly. Potter was again on top of him, their lips meeting in a smoldering kiss, both fighting for dominance. But when Draco felt a finger nudge his entrance, he broke the wonderful kiss, and stared at Potter.
"Potter… if we have sex, we'll be bound together forever. No escaping. It won't only be me who dies if we were to stay apart for too long, you'll die too. Being connected with a veela and such… no fun," he mumbled, and Potter kissed him again, very, very gentle. Then he slipped his fingers inside Draco, who screamed out against the touch. Potter smirked, and nibbled on Draco's bottom lip.
"Does that answer your question?" he mumbled, and Draco nodded, grabbing Potter's hair and kissed him forcefully. The latter slowly moved his finger in and out, before adding another.
"Potter, Harry, dammit…" Draco rambled, sweat forming on his forehead. Potter giggled, and inserted a third finger. Draco gasped out, a light pain shooting up his back, and he moved against the boy lying on top of him, begging him to go on. The darked haired boy hastily slipped out his fingers, and sat up on his knees, stroking Draco's stomach and chest carefully, not wanting to let go. Then he spat in one of his hands, and stroked the salvia over his erection. Draco moaned at the sight of Potter touching himself, and buckled his hips up. Potter giggled, and held him down, before he slowly pushed in. Draco screamed out, gripping the sheets and clenching his muscles. It was painful, but yet pleasurefilled… Potter gasped loudly when he felt Draco's muscles clench around him, and he pushed further in, until he filled Draco completely. Then something quite out of the ordinary happened: blue sparks flew around them, and something inside Draco suddenly felt right… yes, Potter inside him felt very right, but it was something else, something in his heart. It was as if he finally found the missing piece.
"Bloody shit," Potter said, his voice tight as he looked at the blue sparks, eyes huge. Draco moaned, and grabbed his shoulders, digging his nails forcefully into the skin.
"Potter, damn it, move," he panted, buckling his hips upwards. Potter gasped again, and pulled back, before he slammed into Draco's hips again, moaning loudly. Draco moaned with him, and matched his movements with the dark haired boy's trusts.
"Harder," he said quickly, and Potter obeyed, slamming into him again and again. Then he grabbed the blonde's neglected erection, and started pumping up and down, trying to make him climaxe.
"You're so bloody tight," Potter rambled, placing sloppy kisses all over Draco's neck, enjoying the taste of him. Draco moaned, and digged his nails deeper into Potter's skin, studying the tanned body that was moving over him. He couldn't get enough of the sight, and wrapped his arms around the other boy, pulling him close. It was so god damn good to be this close to him. Feeling the heat from his breath hit his neck, feeling his body move against Draco's, feeling him inside him, his hands over his body… Draco clenched him tighter and tensed his back as he came, clenching his muscles as well. A few seconds later, he was filled with a warm, tingeling feeling as Potter came too. He collapsed over the blonde, panting and shaking like hell. Draco was exhausted too, and soothed down the other boy by running his hand through his hair. He pulled out, and wrapped his arms tightly around Draco, cleaning up the mess between them with a quick spell. Draco sighed, and wrapped his feet around Potter's waist again, snuggling up against his chest.
"So… now we're bounded," Potter mumbled, running his hands through Draco's long, silky hair. Draco sighed, and closed his eyes.
"Yes. We're bounded." Potter kissed his temple, and Draco was sure he had closed his eyes too.
"Feels good," he mumbled, half asleep already. He still had his arms wrapped tightly around Draco's body, one hand stroking up and down. Draco jawned, and nodded.
"Yes," he mumbled, feeling dizzy. Oh, how he wished to stay like this forever. But soon, they had to go back to their lives again, but this time, they'd be a couple. But Draco still had to share his wonderful, dark-haired hero with the rest of the world. But tonight, he was only Draco's. Just tonight…