Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any size, shape, or form. *cries hysterically*

Warnings: Do not read if you do not like homosexuality. I have forewarned you, so please don't fill up my inbox with silly, inane things. Thank you.

Author's Notes: It has been an absurd amount of time since I've written anything, any well written thing at any rate, and it is also my first M/M so please…be very gentle with me. :x

Summary: Draco is a sub veela that is just now coming of age. His allure will continue to attract any and all attention until his mate is found. So why does Harry want to rip everyone's throats out.

Hello and thank you everyone for following this short story with me as I attempt to make this as interesting as it can be for you guys as how I found the sudden idea was to me. It's my first attempt at explicit content so I hope it can only get better as I continue to write. I have always been a fan of short-stories or one-shot, the continuous storyline begins to bore me as the ideas slowly start falling away. This chapter is extra long as I didn't want to start another one. Either way, I hope you guys enjoy and continue to follow me on this journey. =D

Chapter 4

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Hermione questions her choice in boyfriends as she watches the drool gather on the table. Ron has been snoring away for the last half hour and you would think he'd just got done running a marathon. Shaking her head in exasperation, she lifts the poor defenseless book out from under his head, wincing a bit as his face lands in the puddle. Serves him right for damaging a book like that. Glancing once more at the redhead, she turns back to her research, giving a quick peek at her other friend, who is still absorbed in the same book from an hour ago.

They've managed to narrow it down to magical beasts after Harry gave Hermione a quick description of what he's experienced and witnessed in the presence of Malfoy and the excitement in her eyes grew as they neared the library. Quiet but excited murmurs escaped her lips every so often but she didn't say much more until they sat down in a quiet and less populated area. Barely pausing to throw her things down, she disappears into the many aisles only to return a short moment later with several stacks of books floating behind her.

A loud thump can be heard as Ron groans at the amount of books but Harry is only too ready to get started, maybe even more restless than Hermione to solve this puzzle. As Hermione floats the books towards the middle of the table, she divides them into separate stacks and Harry hurriedly grabs at the first book, already lost in its contents.

Many hours later, Harry blinks wearily at the fine print as he sets his eighth…maybe ninth book down. Leaning back in his chair, he stretches out the kinks in his muscles, almost losing balance when Hermione slams her book on the table. After doing an amusing dance of, don't topple over, he finally catches the table and sets the chair back on all four legs, glaring at Hermione for his near kiss with the floor.

Mouth twitching almost into a smile, Hermione pushes the book towards Harry. "I've found the reason why Malfoy's been such a magnet to people this term."

Eyes widening in surprise, Harry scrabbles for the book as he begins reading where Hermione has placed her finger.

"….it is quite simple. The veela have been around long before us wizards, but it is only in the last couple of centuries that they have begun breeding with wizards and witches thus creating a hybrid. The veela blood will not show up in every offspring, nor will the offspring have the full veela powers. What the offspring may inherit depends on how much veela blood the offspring has; it may be wings, the urge to have a mate, or just the allure, it is a very rare circumstance that the offspring will have more than one of these traits. If the offspring has the urge to mate, however, the offspring is classified into a dominant or subordinate veela.

Being a subordinate veela is highly more likely than a dominant veela, as the offspring will need to have veela blood contributed from both parents, not in all cases but it stays true for 95% of the population. If only contributed from one, the offspring will become a subordinate veela and will be vulnerable to any with veela blood that is born a dominant. Although rare, there is a chance there will be a couple around to try to claim the subordinate veela. All veelas do have their destined mate but are not bound to that one person. He or she is allowed to mate another, the only consequence is that their bond will not be as strong but he or she will be content.

In knowing your mate, there are two physical signs showing that you have found your destined one. First, every physical contact you have with your mate, your eyes will flash a brighter color with flecks of gold in your irises. Second, once the bond has been consummated through sex, the birthmark a veela was born with, will be replicated on the mate's chest. The veela's birthmark will not always be visible, so intimate contact is required to be certain of your destined one.

Other signs of knowing that your mate is near is the constant pull towards the person. There will always be a feeling of emptiness or longing for something you are unaware of. The mate will also be able to sense strong emotions from the veela if they are in close enough proximity. It is wit…."

Stunned, Harry slowly sits back in his chair trying to process the information he's just read. He should really finish the chapter but what he's taken in so far explains everything yet nothing. He had veela blood? What else about his parents did he not know? And to be a dominant in the 5% bracket is outrageous! Tugging sharply at his hair, Harry just wants to lie down and sleep and deal with this information later. This year is, most definitely, not turning out to be the normal year he had hoped for.

"Harry…." Hermione begins, "so what are you going to do?"

Shaking his head in exasperation, he opens his mouth to answer when a feeling of distress flashes through him. Knowing now that Malfoy is in some kind of trouble somewhere, he sends the chair flying back as he runs towards the library entrance, yelling back that something's wrong with Malfoy, I'll see you later. Ron jumps as he hears the chair crashing to the floor. Wiping the drool off his face, he asks where Harry is off to in such a rush.

Grinning ear to ear, relishing the thought of breaking the news to Ron, she lets him know that Harry has gone off to save his princess. Seconds pass as Ron sits there in confusion, until his eyes pass over the text in front of him. Jumping out of his chair in shock and anger, he bellows out a loud 'What?!' before Madame Pince appears suddenly behind him, whacking him with a book for damaging school property and another for being a loud nuisance to the students in the library. She gives him another one for good measure before disappearing behind her desk again. Sufficiently silenced, Ron sulks as Hermione explains what they've found and why Harry was in such a hurry.

"But why Malfoy of all people?" He groans out sulkily. Hermione chuckles as she thinks it only proper since they could never ignore each other since they've first met. Nodding in satisfaction, Hermione begins pulling out lesson plans for next month as Ron lets his head fall against the table again. Giving him a meaningful glare, Hermione begins reciting the events that led up to the Goblin War.

-~.

He doesn't know how he's gotten there but it seemed the best place befitting his mood, Draco thinks to himself as he slides to the floor in the unused girl's lavatory. He thanked Merlin and the Salazar Slytherin that Moaning Myrtle was off somewhere, haunting some other toilet bowl.

"Potter...it would be him to go and fuck everything up." Even though he sounds angry, Draco still begins warming up at the thought that he's finally found his mate. Roughly shaking his head, he stands as he heads into one of the stalls. With everything that was going on, he hadn't realized how badly he needed to use to the loo. Not bothering to lock the door as no one ever used this restroom anyway, Draco unzips his pants as he unloads his bladder. Sighing in relief, he leans his head against the wall of the stall until he finishes. After what he swears has to be several minutes or peeing, it comes to a dribble as he wipes himself and prepares to zip himself back up. Flushing the toilet, Draco adjusts his robes back over his pants and heads over to the sink to wash his hands.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Draco feels tears of distress begin to fall. Unable to stop them, he lowers his head and splashes his face with water, hoping to cool it down. It is to no avail as the memories of being nearly raped flash over and over in his mind. He is pretty much sullied, dirty, filthy… and the list goes on as Draco lets out a sob. Even Saint Potter wouldn't want him now. His body was tainted thanks to Smith. By the looks of it, Smith may have already started the bonding process and he was going to be forever stuck with that scumbag. Wallowing in self-pity, Draco continues to berate himself for being so stupid to get caught off guard that he doesn't hear the quiet foot steps behind him. He jumps in shock as he feels arms encircle his waist and the only thing he can think of is, 'Not again…'

-~.

Harry trusts the same instincts from the last encounter with Malfoy to lead him to the veela. His mind is still reeling with the information but he is slowly coming to accept it. Having a psychopath sharing your mind and being hunted for seven years of his life has helped Harry understand that things just happen for a reason and to question it is fruitless as the answer will not always be forthcoming.

His run comes to a slow stop as he nears Myrtle's favorite haunt. 'Of course.'

He picks up his pace again, ready to comfort the distraught veela as his eyes narrow upon seeing another person nearing the lavatory. Harry has his wand out and up to the person's neck before the hand can push the door end.

"McLaggen…fancy seeing you here. Any reason you're about to walk into the girl's restroom?" He growls menacingly.

Startled, McLaggen begins stuttering that he felt drawn to it for some reason and wanted to see what was inside. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion and snarling to himself that there was someone else here that was a veela, Harry tells him to bugger off and that there is nothing to see here.

Harry sees his hesitation and lets red sparks jump from his wand, earning him a frightened yip from the other boy as he takes off back to where he came from. Watching him turn the corner, Harry waits a couple more minutes just to make sure he didn't decide to turn back around. Satisfied that there will be no other visitors, Harry takes a deep breath as he pushes in the door quietly and takes a couple of steps in. Letting the door swing shut behind him, Harry casts a couple of locking charms before he walks toward the figure hunched over the sink.

He sees Draco's shaking shoulders and his heart feels heavy, wishing he could turn back time to prevent the traumatic event from occurring. Time-turners are now so safely guarded, not even the minister himself can request one without going through lengthy paperwork.

Harry lets out a small 'Draco' but it gets drowned out as his sobs begin anew. Sighing to himself, Harry wraps his arms around the small boy, tightening his embrace when he feels the veela jump and begin to struggle.

"Shh….it's alright Draco, it's just me."

At the sound of his voice, Draco immediately melts into his embrace, as his cries turns into sniffles.

"Why are you here Potter." It didn't even sound like a question, Draco was just tired.

"I'm here because I know." Shocked, Draco's eyes widen but he doesn't look up, but it seems Harry has other plans. He feels a warm hand caress his cheek which only makes him shiver in delight, as his body begins to warm. The hand then nudges his face up, forcing him to look into the mirror, only to confirm what they already knew. Shining silver eyes stared back instead of the normal gray as green eyes begin to warm at the sight. They stare at each other through the mirror before Draco turns his head away in shame.

"I'm dirty, there is no reason you would want me anymore. Smith has probably already bonded me to him."

Harry gently turns Draco around until they are face to face, they stare at each other for a couple of moments before Harry gives Draco a quick peck on the lips. Opening his mouth in shock, Draco raises his hand to his lips, ready to scream at the boy about what the hell he thought he was doing before Harry drags him bodily through the door then up several flights of stairs. He then watches Harry pace several times in front a familiar wall before a doorway appears, he then gets dragged through the doors again before Harry pushes him against the wall and stares unseeingly into his eyes.

Getting uncomfortable, Draco turns his eyes away again and he begins to fidget.

"…it out.."

Cheeks glowing in embarrassment as Draco only catches the last couple of words, he asks Harry to repeat himself. A fond smile appears on his face as Draco flushes even hotter.

"I said…that if you want to make sure, we can try it out."

Sucking in a breath of surprise, Draco shakes his head, not understanding why Harry wouldn't just reject him already. He was no longer worthy of his attention. Harry should just let him accept his fate.

Shaking Draco none too gently, Harry gently wipes away tears he hadn't realized had fallen.

"I don't care what almost happened Draco. Even if he did manage it…." Harry pauses as he growls out the last words. Coughing to clear his throat, he continues. "Even if he did manage it, I wouldn't want you any less. You will still be mine…" Something flutters in Harry's chest as he says that word. A feeling of great possessiveness surges through him.

"Mine!"

He then places soft kisses along Draco's neck despite his stiff demeanor. Forcing himself back, he waits until Draco looks at him before he speaks again. "You will be mine as long as you and I live, but only if you accept me as your mate. Are you okay with being bonded to me for the rest of your life? If not.."

Harry chokes on a gasp, not realizing how much it hurt to even think of Draco not being his. "If not, then I can let you go and you can find someone else that is worthy of you."

Draco can only stand there in shock as he hears those words. His mate still wants him? Even after what happened? He couldn't comprehend the amount of happiness welling inside him, it didn't even matter that it was Potter, his rival, the only thing that mattered was that he still wanted him. He snaps his head up as he registers the last thing Harry says and doesn't know how to express his anger that Harry would even think he wouldn't want him as his mate, so he does it the best way he knows how.

"Oof…what the …what was that for?!" Harry exclaims as he rubs his stomach.

Draco crosses his arms as he turns his head and mumbles something in embarrassment. Harry grins as he hears the softly spoken words. He captures Draco's face in his hands as they properly kiss for the first time.

"I only want you too." Harry breathes out as he sucks on Draco's bottom lip, then leads him over to a bed that was not there just a moment ago.

Harry pushes Draco on the bed and nudges him onto his back while he covers his body with his own.

"I know this is so soon after what happened, but I know for a fact that Smith isn't the only one here fighting to get you." Harry feels Draco start to tremble but quietly soothes him back into a relaxed state. Rolling his hips experimentally, Draco lets out a whine as his body begins to react to his mate.

"I'm going to bond you to me so that no one can take you away. Are you okay with that?"

Hesitating for only a second, Draco nods his assent. He then wraps his arms around Harry's neck as he pulls him closer for another kiss. Unprepared for the reaction when they kiss again, Draco gasps in surprise as he feels himself getting hotter. He begins panting as he wraps his legs around Harry's waist.

Harry's eyes turn a darker shade of green as he feels his veela's erection against his inner thigh. Leaning back to grab his wand, he smiles at the whine emitted from his veela, but gives his wand a quick wave as their clothes disappear and cleaning charms are in place. Draco only has a moment to feel embarrassed before he is reaching out for Harry again.

Bracing himself on one arm, Harry leans closer to run a hand down Draco's chest. He briefly circles one nipple then drags his hand further down the delectable body until it's just barely skating over the veela's erection.

Moaning in anticipation, Draco huffs at Harry to get a move on which earns him a chuckle. Sliding back, Harry licks a stripe up his inner thigh while palming the hard-on. Ignoring his whines, Harry licks Draco's member from base to tip before engulfing the entire thing into his mouth. He bobs his head up and down, listening for moans of approval and focusing on the areas that makes the hands in his hair tighten. Swiping some of the spit that is dribbling out of his mouth, Harry rubs Draco's perineum, earning another moan of approval before he begins circling the furrowed entrance.

Draco stiffens in shock but recovers when he feels Harry withdrawing. He pushes down on his head to continue even though he can feel Harry's concern radiating through their new link. Harry hesitates only a second before continuing his ministrations. After a couple of passes with his thumb, he feels Draco begin to relax. Sensing that he may be ready, Harry pushes his thumb past the tight circle as he continues to pump Draco's member, where he feels it tighten immediately around his thumb and hot fluid hits the back of his throat. Harry sits back on his knees as he wipes his mouth free of what little he didn't swallow with the back of his hand, staring at the sight before him.

Draco couldn't remember the last time he came so hard. He felt spent, like he could sleep forever. He couldn't help but think of Smith when he felt a finger at his back entrance but remembering that it was Harry helped him quickly snap out of it, and oh my god did it feel fucking good when Harry's thumb fit through his hole. It immediately triggered his orgasm faster than a spell could have done. Just thinking of having Harry fill him whole had his member rearing and ready to go again. Panting hard at getting fucked by Harry, Draco climbs to his knees as it is now his turn to pleasure his mate.

Flipping around so that his back was pressed against the headboard, Harry watches the sight of Draco lowering his mouth towards his member before an idea flashes through him. Harry has never done anything remotely close to this but he wanted to continue pleasuring Draco. He stops Draco before he can get too far and urges him to turn around. Once done, he pulls Draco's ass towards him as he nods at Draco's hesitant face. Emboldened by his mate's encouragement, Draco takes the member into his mouth as he licks, sucks, and twirls his tongue around this tasty treat.

"Fuck…." Harry groans as he lays back and just enjoys the incredible sensations he is feeling. Resisting the urge pump his hips, Harry turns his attention to the little pucker before him that was going to need some prepping.

Leaning forward, Harry disrupts Draco for a second as he gets him to coat a couple of fingers in saliva. Sitting back, Harry rubs a circle around the furrowed skin, creating a glistening sheen; he then slowly penetrates it with one finger. As he does so, he feels Draco pause and moan around his member, sending vibrations through his entire body. Encouraged by the sounds, Harry starts pumping the finger in and out, two and three fingers join as he watches them disappear and reappear from his body. Entranced, Harry pulls his fingers away as he spreads the cheeks further apart, exposing the hole for what it's worth, and hesitantly licks from Draco's testicles back up to the furrowed skin.

He sees Draco begin furiously pumping his own member as he swats the hand away. "You don't get to cum again until I'm inside you."

Moaning in approval, Draco continues to pump Harry's member in and out of his mouth as Harry gets back to his previous task. Circling his tongue around the hole, he begins jabbing his tongue in and out, tongue fucking his veela until he feels him stop what he's doing and just rocks his body back and forth. Moaning and mindless, his veela rocks faster as he is about to cum again. Harry effectively stops that by grabbing hold and squeezing the base of Draco's cock. Crying out in anger, his veela begins to struggle but Harry just lands a hard slap to his ass, earning a yelp as he stops moving.

Crawling out from under Draco, Harry leans forward to whisper in his ear, while slowly pumping Draco, "Tell me what you want."

Beginning to rock again in hopes of creating friction with the hand holding him, Draco lets out another shrill whine as he nearly begs for Harry to fuck him.

"Please…take me, my mate, I am yours. Take what is yours." Draco gasps pleadingly.

Throat rumbling in approval, Harry lines his member up with Draco's entrance as he pushes through. Gasping in slight pain, Draco clenches his fist, but it quickly disappears as he feels Harry begin to pull out then push back in. From there, Draco only knows that he finally feels whole, and the pleasure is so good he could die from it. After a couple of hard thrusts, Harry pulls out and sits back as he turns Draco around. Slapping Draco's ass again before he can protest, Harry chuckles at the pout sent his way.

"Ride me. I want to see your face as you take your pleasure."

Two words and Draco felt like he could cum on the spot. Straddling his mate's lap, he lowers himself until he is fully seated. Gasping at how absolutely full he felt, Draco begins lifting and lowering himself. Rocking faster until he feels his balls tightening up. Harry could feel Draco's ass tightening up around him so he grabbed ahold of Draco's hips and began roughly thrusting up, in sync with his veela's drops.

One, two, three more pumps and a golden light flashed from their bodies as Draco's fluids landed on his chest and Harry emptied himself inside of Draco. Gasping as the world tilted on its axis then immediately righting itself, Harry hugs Draco tightly around his waist as he murmurs quiet endearments.

Laying his veela down gently next to him, they exchange a couple of more kisses before the veela drifts off to sleep. Harry lays there watching him for a couple of more minutes as the beast inside him quiets with one last word.

'Mine..'

End.