PART 1

Harry laughs helplessly as Draco pins him to the wall next to the manor's large double entrance doors. "Draco!" he admonishes. "I'm going to be late!"

Draco smirks and presses Harry's wrists into the dark brocaded wallpaper above his head, his hips pressing into Harry's pelvis, effectively locking him in place. "You're not going anywhere looking like that Harry…" he breathes, grey eyes roving over Harry's mussed up hair and figure hugging jeans.

Harry rolls his eyes but knows it's useless to fight against his mate; the blond is taller, stronger and very stubborn when his veela side decides to surface. "Draco, come on, I'm serious. I don't have time for this."

Draco's eyes narrow. "Who is going to be at this meeting again?" he asks intently.

Harry takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, trying to hide his impatience, reminding himself that he and Draco completed the bond only a week ago and that the veela in him is still in the 'over-the-top possessive phase. '

"It's just going to be Hermione and two potential investors," Harry replies patiently, knowing full well that Draco already had this information. "One of the investors is female," he adds before Draco can ask, "and the other one is male but he's straight and married. I've never met them but I've done my research."

Draco's smirk returns as he leans in to Harry's ear, warm breath caressing his skin. "You have a habit of turning straight men bent though Potter," he whispers before grazing his teeth on the soft skin of Harry's earlobe.

Harry shivers, eyes falling shut involuntarily. "Draco…" he protests weakly, mind beginning to fog over with lust.

Draco's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he places ever-so-soft kisses from Harry's ear, across his flushed cheek, to his full lips. He watches his mate's reaction as he touches his lips gently to Harry's parted and panting mouth over and over.

Harry mumbles incoherently as his body slumps back against the wall, arms coming up to pull Draco closer as he opens his mouth to him, inviting him in.

Draco growls approvingly in the back of his throat as he closes his eyes and presses the full length of his body against Harry's, continuing the intense kiss.

The sound of the doorbell ringing deafeningly startles them both out of their haze of arousal.

Harry blinks a few times; his glazed-over eyes suddenly clearing, and instantly glares at Draco before shoving him backwards. "Damnit Malfoy!" he cries. "Stop doing that!"

"What?" Draco replies innocently, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"Stop trying to control me with sex!" Harry seethes. "It's not fair."

Draco snickers and immediately regrets it when Harry's face reddens with rage. He knows he's pushed the boundaries of his fiercely independent mate too far this time.

"Come here Harry," he says apologetically, stepping forward.

"Oh no, don't you come near me," Harry warns with just the barest hint of alarm in his green eyes. He takes a step back towards the door. "Stay!" he orders, as though speaking to a dog.

Draco's eyes narrow at the derogatory command but he presses his lips together and remains silent.

Harry nods with relief and breathes out, trying to collect himself before turning to open the door.

"Hermione," he exclaims in surprise upon seeing the curly-haired witch on the doorstep. "I thought we were meeting on site?"

"Hello!" Hermione smiles pleasantly. "I just thought I'd come and make sure that you didn't end up cancelling the meeting again," she says with emphasis, eyes flicking to Draco and back.

Harry reddens with embarrassment. "I'm just on my way now," he mutters.

"Good," Hermione nods. "Nice to see you again Draco," she adds politely before turning to head back down the steps.

Harry is about to follow her without so much as a backwards glance at his frustrating partner when he feels a pair of strong arms slip around his waist and Draco's cheek coming to rest on the back of his neck. "I'm sorry Harry," he mutters sincerely. "You're just so hard to resist sometimes."

Harry can't help but smile, even though part of him knows the blond is using flattery to his advantage. "Just behave until I get back," he orders, the commanding words softened with obvious affection. No matter how much Draco pushes his buttons, he knows there is no more perfect partner out there for him.

Draco smiles in relief and presses a kiss to Harry's warm neck, inhaling his scent, before relinquishing his hold on him.

Harry turns and smiles. "I'll be back in three hours tops," he reassures him, knowing that Draco will be pacing until his return.

Draco nods and watches as Harry flashes him one more grin before turning to catch up to Hermione.

"That was a close call wasn't it?" Hermione asks, trying not to laugh at her friend as they walk to the front gates together.

"Can we please not talk about my sex life today?" Harry sighs.

Hermione laughs. "Sorry Harry, but it's just so interesting. I can't imagine being under the influence of the veela allure. It must be a fascinating feeling."

"That's not the word I would use," Harry grumbles.

"It must be so annoying for you since you can throw off the Imperius Curse like it's nothing," she continues unperturbed, "and yet, here's Draco Malfoy controlling you with just a few whispered words…"

"He's not controlling me, he's just… erm…"

"Making you melt?" she suggests coyly.

Harry snorts and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, something like that," he mutters.

Hermione smiles and glances sideways at him. "But you're happy?"

They halt just inside the huge metal gates and face each other, preparing to Disapparate to their predetermined meeting site.

"Yeah," Harry replies, immediately softening. "I love him," he adds simply.

"How could you not?" Hermione says. "The way he looks at you…"

"Like he wants to devour me?"

"No," Hermione shakes her head, "like you're his whole world Harry."

Harry blushes and ducks his head.

"And like he wants to devour you," she adds teasingly.

Harry grins as he looks back up at her. "Ready?" he asks.

Hermione nods and the two disappear with a loud crack.

. . . .

Draco presses his forehead against the glass of the sitting room window at Malfoy Manor, hoping the cold surface will cool his flushed skin. Harry's only been gone for two hours and already it's taking its toll on his emotions. The innate need to be near his mate at all times is overwhelming his senses.

He takes a deep breath and slowly releases it; reminding himself that if Harry is physically harmed in any way that, because of their completed bond, Draco will instantly appear at his side.

Draco opens his eyes with an evil smirk. Merlin help the poor soul who dares to pick a fight with his mate.

He pushes away from the window and is just making his way to the kitchen to pass the time cooking a gourmet meal for Harry when he hears the front doors bang open.

Draco frowns and quickly makes his way to the large foyer, withdrawing his wand as he goes.

"Granger?"

Hermione looks up from where she's fallen to her knees on the rug, brown eyes wide, hair wild and wand clutched in one muddy hand.

"They took him!" she gasps, eyes seemingly pleading. "They took him…"

Draco calmly crouches down next to her, grey eyes staring intently into Hermione's sweat and tear-stained face. "What do you mean Granger?" he demands evenly. "Where's Harry?"

Hermione swallows and takes a deep breath. "There was a… an ambush. We Apparated to the meeting site and there was fog all around, and it was cold, really really cold-"

"A dampening spell," Draco murmurs.

"We both took out our wands and waited for something to happen." She clenches her eyes shut as she continues to relay the story. "An orange light came out of the fog and hit me, froze me in place. I think Harry dropped into a crouch but I couldn't really see, I don't think they hit him with a spell." She pauses, takes another deep breath and releases it shakily.

"Then three men appeared, all wearing black cloaks and we could see their faces but I didn't recognize any of them. They all had their wands pointed at us. Harry tried to fire off a spell but it didn't work because of the dampening spell."

"Did they say anything?" Draco asks; voice still eerily calm.

Hermione nods. "They said that they came for Harry and asked him to go with them."

Draco frowns. "And he did?"

Hermione shakes her head. "No, he sort of smiled and warned them not to touch him. But they already knew about you Malfoy, they knew that Harry was a veela's mate."

"Then what?" Draco demands.

A tear escapes Hermione's eye as she continues. "They used me," she whispers. "They told him that they would kill me if he didn't cooperate."

"Fuck," Draco snarls under his breath. "Then what happened?" he asks with an edge to his steely voice.

"They promised to leave me behind and they just… just disappeared with him," she replies brokenly. "I don't know where they went. They didn't say anything else. I was frozen for the longest time and then suddenly the spell wore off and I came straight here…"

Draco slowly stands up, grey eyes flashing silver in the daylight that's pouring in through the open doorway. His knuckles whiten as his grip tightens around his wand, a fine tremble vibrating through his entire body.

Hermione stands and wisely backs up a few paces.

Draco closes his eyes and reaches out with his veela magic; desperately trying to see if he can feel Harry, if he can feel where his mate is or if he is in pain. Or worse.

A growl rips loose from his throat at the thought and a pair of shining ethereal wings suddenly materializes from his shoulder blades and stretch out on either side of him.

Hermione gasps, having never seen Malfoy in full veela mode. She remains quiet, not wanting to draw attention while he's in such a volatile state.

After a few minutes, Draco lets out a scream of frustration that borders on alien, the sound echoing around the front hall of the Manor. Hermione covers her ears with a wince.

Draco opens his eyes and shakes his head, having felt nothing through their connection. He feels as though his heart is shattering into a million pieces.

"Where are you Harry?" he whispers despairingly.

. . . .

Harry looks around the small room as the men lead him in, taking in as much detail as possible in case they later blindfold him. His heart is hammering in his chest as he tries to work out what they want with him.

The tallest of the three wizards leads him over to a surprisingly clean and comfortable bed along one of the four walls. He gently pushes Harry back so that he's sitting on the edge of the mattress then proceeds to lock his wrists into shackles that are bolted to the brick wall.

Harry frowns at the shackles, they're made of a thick heavy iron but the inside of the wristbands are lined with foam and then a layer of very soft fleece.

"We don't wish to hurt you Harry Potter," the tall man explains. "Yet."

Harry looks up at him. This wizard seems to be the one in charge, the leader of the group.

"What do you want with me?" Harry finally asks.

The tall one smiles unnervingly. "You're just here to serve a purpose Mr. Potter," he replies.

"What purpose?"

"We," the man gestures around at the three of them, "are a part of a larger faction of wizards who wish to… clean up the wizarding community."

Harry frowns, wondering what the hell he is on about.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners?" he continues pleasantly. "My name is Tarquin. This is Jasper," he says, indicating the tall man with long dark brown hair to his right. "And this is Hamish," he nods at the sandy-haired wizard who doesn't look much older than Harry himself.

Harry tries to steady his nerves as he glares at Tarquin. "And you're trying to wipe out… Muggle borns?" he prompts, wanting them to just get to the point.

"Oh my no," Tarquin chuckles, "nothing like that Mr. Potter. Just the disgusting half-breeds that are walking around our streets, those certain dangerous specimens."

Harry narrows his eyes, anger suddenly flooding his body. "You mean like veela?" he glowers.

Tarquin nods. "Precisely."

"So you're trying to lure Draco here by using me as bait?" Harry replies with derision. "That is the worst plan I've ever heard," he snorts, "and I knew Voldemort, so that's really saying something."

Tarquin merely gazes at him, his coal black eyes still shining with confidence.

"The minute you harm me Draco will appear, and believe me, you will not even have a chance to react," Harry says scornfully. "He will tear you limb from limb."

"Oh we are in no rush to hurt you Harry," Tarquin answers. "In fact, we're going to keep you here for a couple of months before trying to call your veela."

"Months?" Harry repeats in surprise.

"Yes." Tarquin leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, wand twirling between the fingers of his left hand. "Two months of constant pain and stress and rage should wear your mate out quite nicely before we call him."

"And don't think this is the first time we've initiated this plan," the wizard named Jasper adds with a sneer. "We wouldn't try this out for the first time on the famous Harry Potter."

Harry feels the blood drain from his face. "You've caught other veela?"

"Caught and destroyed," Jasper confirms with a nod.

Harry closes his eyes briefly, trying not to imagine the pain and suffering of both the veela and their mates. The thought of these men even touching Draco threatens to overwhelm him with agony.

"I am sorry that killing your veela means that your life is also destroyed Mr. Potter," Tarquin says, almost sounding sincere. "We have no problem with you, we realise it's not your choice to be with this veela creature."

Harry's green eyes burn with fury. "It was my choice to accept the relationship and to accept the bond, and believe me, I wanted it."

The three men shake their heads sadly.

"You may think it's your choice Potter," Tarquin says. "But veela are magical creatures and they use this magic to influence you. You are simply a slave to a monster. How the Ministry still allows this archaic practice is beyond me."

Harry opens his mouth but he's too filled with rage to speak. Instead he jumps to his feet and leans towards the three men, stretching his shackles to the limit.

Tarquin chuckles as he lifts the tip of his wand and quickly encases Harry's ankles in a similar pair of shackles.

"I knew he would be a tough prisoner," the young one, Hamish, says quietly to the other two.

They both nod in agreement.

"So." Tarquin claps his hands together loudly. "You will be treated with great care for the next two months Mr. Potter, so as not to alert your veela to your whereabouts. All your basic needs will be seen to; food, water, showers, even entertainment."

"I won't eat," Harry snaps.

"You're not the first to try that," Jasper says with amusement. "We have ways around it though."

"Believe me, we've worked out all the kinks by now," Hamish adds.

Harry grinds his teeth, trying to work out another plan of action.

"Oh and before you think of it, you also can't physically harm yourself while in this room," Tarquin elaborates. "We're not completely sure how much pain is required to attract your mate to your location so we feel that no pain is best. Hence the unique handcuffs."

Harry slowly sinks back down onto the mattress, a sudden feeling of despair creeping in.

"We'll leave you now Harry Potter," Tarquin says quietly, watching his prisoner closely. "I know it's a lot to take in."

Harry barely notices the three wizards leaving the room and locking the door behind them. He curls up on his side on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest and staring blankly at the opposite wall.

"Draco…" he utters despondently into the silence.