Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Harry, not Draco... and if I have copied some other author besides J.K. Rowling then I will give credit where credit is due

Warnings: This is slash, you know boy meets boy, boy kisses boy, boy loves boy... slash. Oh, and yes there is a Veela Draco in this fic, but it's not the main thing in the fic, I swear. It's rated M, well firstly because I don't really get the rating system and secondly because there will be heavy stuff later in the story and also there is some Hermione bashing, she's a right old bitch in this story.

A/N sorry this is so short. The next chapter will be much longer; I've just been running a bit behind lately. There is no beta for this chapter, sorry. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for all the reviews.

Seventh Year

Chapter 8

After his flight around the Quidditch Pitch, Harry felt invigorated. All his senses were alert. As he walked to his room his thoughts returned to the mysterious door that lead to the other occupants of the dungeon. What if he just took another peek? Surly nothing bad could happen from that, he was in Hogwarts after all. Trying to ignore the thoughts of all the other times he had been in Hogwarts and in danger he entered his room.

Nothing about the door suggested evilness; it looked like a normal everyday door. He took a step closer, waiting to see if anything would happen. Nothing did, so he walked up to the door and swung it open. He stepped in looking around, everything look as it had before.

Not even bothering with Snape's room, he did not want to see him and passing over Draco Malfoy's he headed over to Lucius Malfoy's. He hoped that if he could open the door that he would not see the man but he preferred him to the son at the moment. Draco was too much of a… he closed off all thoughts concerning the other boy and tried concentrating on the door instead.

He had been told by many people that his curiosity would be the end of him, but he doubted even Hermione could resist the temptation that this presented. She would have researched and dissected everything possible about this enchanted hallway. Though he knew she would have run to Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore the second she was unable to find anything. She was so different from Ron and him that Harry found it difficult to think of ever becoming friends with her. Thoughts of one his former closest friend clouded his mind with anger and hurt before he once again closed off all thoughts but the door.

He felt along the door frame, not really knowing what he was looking for. All he could feel was smooth slightly warm wood, nothing out of the ordinary.

/Open for me/ he hissed in Parseltongue hoping that he would find the secret there. Nothing. Not expecting anything he reached for the door knob, maybe Fred and George were right wizards did tend to rely on magic to get them through everything.

Instead of nothing a blast of, what he could only describe as electricity, rush through him. After the initial shock he felt a warmth almost caring feeling flow over him. He stepped back, frankly he was frighten. Why the hell did a door with Lucius Malfoy's, Death Eater and Azkaban Escapee, name on it give him a warm fuzzy feeling? He decided that he might have to ask someone about this, forget it existed or something cause he could not deal with this. Just as he passed Draco's door, he felt something pull him toward it.

He stood in front his hand reaching out for the door knob, he felt the same electricity rush through him, but this time instead of a warm fuzzy almost parental feeling afterward he felt something that he never had before. It reached out to him pulsing through his veins making his head dizzy and his throat contract painfully.

This time when he reached to push open the door, once he had controlled himself, it opened its self with a loud click. He stared at the unlocked door.

Harry walked carefully into the room, not really knowing what he expected to find. He glanced about looking for anyone, he found no one. The room was almost exactly like his, except this one had a lot more personal things. It looked more lived in then his and much larger. He ran his hand along the tan couch. His eyes scanned the room once more before he began to search. This was a chance he could not give up. In the back of his mind his conscience screamed that this was an invasion of privacy, Harry's more devilish side quietly whispered in his ear that this was a good way to find out where Malfoy's loyalties lied, also it would be good to get some dirt on Malfoy senior too.

He started at the desk, was there a better place to start snooping? He didn't know, he pulled open the top desk drawing. Nothing suspicious it was filled with candy quills, normal quills that had Draco Malfoy engraved on them, and various colored inks. The next draw yielded the same results, this time with bits of parchment and curiously a Muggle notebook. Harry picked the black notebook up about to read it when thought of someone reading his notebooks made him put it back. Even though he was here looking for evidence he could not lower himself to reading someone's journal, not yet anyway. He made a mental note on where it was located before turning to the bookshelf.

He scanned the leather bound books, many were Potions texts and few Defense books were scattered about too. But no Dark Arts books were presented, not that he thought the Malfoy's would have their private collection of Dark Arts books out in the open for anyone to see. He again felt curiosity when he found something from the Muggle world in the Death Eater in training's room. Classic Muggle literature and modern horror some of the many Harry could see. He left the bookshelf with a bemused expression on his face.

He could understand the notebook, that was more practical then parchment but the Muggle reading material? Who was this guy? Harry decided to leave; he was worried that someone would walk in on him. But just before he reached the hallway entrance a shelf through the next room caught his eye. He debated for a moment finally walked over to the other room, just for a minute he reminded himself.

A muggle radio lay in the midst of millions, it seemed of CDs. He could see all types of genres Rock, Rap, Country, and Classical everything that he could think of was represented. His hands closed on an Oasis CD, where had Malfoy gotten these? More importantly why had he?

As he was studying the new find the door from the outside opened. Harry spun around but could not see anyone yet, they were in the other room. He pushed himself against the wall, trying to quiet his breathing.

"Draco you had to drink the Potion. It was best for you and him." Harry heard a snort.

"No it is not, I know what's best for me and my mate." Mate? Harry leaned in closer trying to hear every word.

"Draco, don't push me." Even Harry heard the coldness in that tone. All was silent then Harry heard Malfoy laughing, if a bit cruelly.

"Now you're sounding like Mother." Harry quickly hid himself in the nearest door when her heard footsteps approaching.

"That was a low blow." This time the coldness was replaced with amusement.

"Sorry Father, I know." Harry looked around at the new room, a bathroom. How was he going to get out of here? He looked for a window, but then he remembered that he was in the dungeons. He threw himself into the shower just as he heard the door creek.

"I'm just going to take a shower, and then I have a meeting to go to." Draco called out.

"What meeting?" His father answered.

"You know the one, besides that potion makes me feel dirty." Harry looked toward the ceiling, praying to whatever god there was to not let Draco find him. He was rewarded, just as Draco entered the room another voice entered the room.

"Draco, you don't have time. Theodore and Ms. Weasley are waiting for you." Snape called out stopping Draco from continuing. Harry heard a sigh and thankfully the blond left the room. He waited a few minutes and when he was sure that no one was left in the room he lifted his legs over the tubs side. As his feet hit the floor a large hand landed on his shoulder.

"Young Mr. Potter, what may I ask are you doing in my son's shower?" there was a twinkle in his eyes, one that reminded him strangely of Albus Dumbledore.

"Er… I was just…. I got lost?" the other man raised a thin blond eyebrow.

"Lost?" his voice was soft and cold.

"Yeah… I've got to go now." Harry struggled past the man, trying to get to the door.

"Mr. Potter, I have something that could be of an interest to you." Harry turned his head back.

"What?" he knew this could be a trick of some sort but something in the other man's voice told him he was for real. He waited as Malfoy senior reached into his pocket. He pulled out an old bit of parchment.

"What's this?" Harry asked as the parchment was passed on to him.

"An invitation." The paper was blank.

"To what?"

"That, Mr. Potter, is for you to decide." Harry looked up utterly bewildered.

"What?" Lucius Malfoy only smiled at him while he led him out of the room.

"I hope to be seeing you soon, Mr. Potter." The door closed in Harry's face. Harry glared at the door but then remembered that Malfoy had a meeting with Theodore, who he could only assume was Theodore Nott and Ginny. He decided that he would have to know what was going on at that meeting.

Draco Malfoy walked out of Hogwarts School and Witchcraft and Wizardry with a slight smile on his face. He knew that his mate had been in the bathroom, which had been the reason he wanted to take a shower just to see what his mate would do. His father however had gone and ruined it all, the potion that they had forced him to take hindered his ability to control his mate.

The Potion was said to help a Veela control himself around his or her mate. Though as far as Draco could tell the only thing that it did was make it so his mate could go on not knowing him. That was unacceptable however he did know that he had other engagements that needed to be tended too. Ginny and Theo were one.

What was he going to tell them? They expected an answer. He slipped past the gate of the school, his eyes trained to the forest beside him. He should Apperate but he thought he needed the exercise to clear out his head.

He did not know what he was going to do about Harry. His father had not been very much help either, insisting that he not worry about it. How could he not worry about his mate? He was in his blood, in his heart, in his mind, Harry was everywhere and there was nothing that he could do about it.

SO lost in his thoughts about Harry he did not notice that he had reached the Apparation Station at Hogsmead.

"Mr. Malfoy what can I do for you?" A man's voice, the wizard who ran the station said. Draco looked at the man's curly dark brown hair.

"I would like to visit Diagon Alley." The man gave him a little wink of appreciation before he nodded his head.

"See you latter." He called out as Draco disappeared.

"Draco!" Ginny's thin arms wrapped around him as soon as he appeared.

"I'm so sorry that I could not talk last time we saw each other." She released him as a discrete cough sounded form behind him. Draco looked to Theodore Nott standing behind them with a wide smile on his face.

"How are you doing?" he asked. Theo nodded his head.

"Good. We're not here to talk about us now are we?" he asked, as Ginny twined her arms around her boyfriend's waist.

TBC

At least you know who Ginny's been with all this time, right? Sorry again that this is so short.