Draco had just sent their course selections to Professor Dumbledore via a house elf when the quiet of their rooms was interrupted by a knocking on their portrait. Harry tensed, realizing he was still in borrowed infirmary pajamas.

"I don't have any of my things." He whispered, as it dawned on him that the Dursleys would likely burn all of his belongings, leaving him with nothing.

Draco shook his head, "Your trunk arrived earlier when we were sleeping. It's in the bedroom. You can go get dressed, I'll get the door."

Harry sighed in relief, racing into the bedroom. His trunk was there, as Draco had said, and thankfully, even his photo album and invisibility cloak were inside. Everything had been recovered. Hedwig's cage was also there, but the owl herself was probably in the owlery. He would have to go visit her later.

Shouting came from the main room, and he hurried to get dressed so that he could go investigate.

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Draco opened the portrait to find the Weasel and the-. No. Weasley and Granger. He had to be civil to them, as they were important to Harry. They glared at him, holding their books. They must have come straight from class.

"Malfoy!" Weasley snarled. "What are you doing-", his shouting was cut off as Granger calmly took over.

"Malfoy. Professor Dumbledore said we could find Harry here?"

Draco nodded, "Yes. He's just getting dressed." He sighed, resigning himself. "Come in, I'm sure he'll be out in a moment."

They had barely entered the room when a blur rushed past Draco, embracing the two visitors. "Ron! Mione!"

"Harry." Granger breathed, tightly hugging the small boy back. "Since when do you have wings?"

Harry blushed. He'd forgotten about that. Hermione carefully adjusted his shirt so that the wings could come through comfortably, shooting Draco an odd look at the growl he produced when she drew her wand.

"Long story. Why don't you sit down?" Hermione complied, but Ron continued to stand, arms crossed and glaring at Draco.

"What is he doing here Harry?"

Harry sighed. "That's part of the story Ron. Just sit down?"

Ron grudgingly sat, continuing to glare at Draco as the blonde sat next to Harry.

His friends listened as Harry gave them a summary of the events that had taken place since his birthday, ignoring Draco's growl when his relatives were mentioned. When he explained that Draco was his mate, and that he was a dark veela, Ron seemed to deflate.

"Rotten luck mate." Draco hissed slightly at the term of endearment. After all, Harry was Draco's mate, not Ron's. Harry and Hermione just stared at Ron in surprise.

"What?" He replied. "Harry will die if separated from Malfoy, or the git's killed. In wizarding world, you grow up to stories about veela mates. It's considered unbelievably lucky to have that kind of bond. At the very least, Malfoy can't hurt Harry." He made a face. "Too bad it's Malfoy."

Malfoy glared at the red head, while Harry shook his head.

"If you're a veela too," Hermione addressed Malfoy, "Why don't you have wings?"

"I do, I've just learned to conceal them." He released his wings, a special charm on his shirt allowing them to go through the cloth. Harry's eyes were bright.

"You have to teach me that!"

Draco chuckled softly, "I will. It's not very comfortable, but very useful."

Hermione seemed to be practically twitching in her seat, obviously full of unanswered questions. Finally she jumped up, grabbing Ron. "We'll see you later Harry! I've got to go check some things." She turned to leave. "Oh! Before I forget, here are the notes, and assignments from today. Don't want you to fall behind." She dumped her books on the table. "I'll leave the Runes and Arithmacy ones as well, you take those classes right Draco?" Draco nodded. "Perfect, I'll come by to pick them up later."

Harry laughed. "Have fun in the library Hermione! Let me know what you find out." The young witch grinned, dragging a protesting Ron along with her.

"Well that went better than expected." Harry sighed, leaning into his mate. He needed comfort, and it seemed to roll off of Draco in waves.

Draco looked puzzled. "What were you expecting? Aren't you lions extremely loyal?"

Harry made a face. "Yah, until I'm a parselmouth or claim that Voldemort's back." Draco flinched slightly at the name. Harry sighed. "Sometimes Ron reacts badly, like when I was entered into the Triwizard tournament. I'm just glad that he's taking this so well."

Draco nodded. "Well, he's right. Young witches and wizards dream of being mated to a veela. Unfortunately for them, they would need veela blood themselves for that to happen."

Harry perked up suddenly. "Can you show me that spell now? For the wings?" Draco smiled. He helped Harry to remove his shirt, swallowing a growl at how badly his mate's ribs showed, before removing his own shirt. They spent the rest of the afternoon working on the charm until Harry could do it perfectly by himself.

Harry stood in the mirror, staring at his wingless reflection. He was very proud that he could now hide his wings. He rolled his shoulders. Draco was right about it being uncomfortable though. Harry would probably leave his wings out in the rooms. The charm did give him a sense of control over his life though, something that his inheritance has stripped away from him.