Obligatory Veela Fic

Obligatory Veela Fic

Summary: Here is my obligatory veela fic since all hp/dm authors must write one as a rite of passage. ;) Draco doesn't know he's a veela! Angry Ron! Semi-OOTP compliant Harry/Draco Slash

Disclaimer: All these lovely characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I just use them for my evil purposes.

When they entered the Great Hall everyone's eyes turned toward them.

"Do you think it's because we're late?" Harry whispered with a nervous laugh. He was a bit tense. Ron was going to be really angry, and he had no idea how to explain the relationship with Draco without making it sound like the blonde had forced him. Hermione on the other hand, would at least put off judgment until she had heard the whole story.

Draco leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Relax love," he said and gave Harry a soft kiss on the cheek. Harry flushed with pleasure and smiled.

Over at the Gryffindor table Ron's fork clattered loudly to his plate. Storming over he growled, "You traitor!" and punched Harry in the face.

Harry held up a hand to try and stop the blood flowing from his nose. Pain filled his eyes, and it had nothing to do with his nose, that he thought might be broken. Draco had his wand pointed at his best friend with an icy glare that dared him to try anything else. Harry knew that the only reason Ron wasn't lying on the floor covered in boils, or worse was because he would be hurt by it.

Ron stalked out through the doors aiming a glare toward them both. When Harry turned he saw Hermione standing in front of them. She fixed his nose with a quick spell, and then cleaned up all the blood on his robes.

"I'll go talk to him Harry, but you know how he is. It'll take him some time to calm down. You know that he feels you betrayed him by associating with Malfoy. Their families have hated each other for centuries." She gave him a slight smile. "I can't wait to hear how this all came about."

She went to follow Ron upstairs when Harry grabbed her wrist. "Hermione, I'd like you to meet my mate, Draco Malfoy." Hermione's eyebrows shot up at this. "Draco, my best friend Hermione."

"Pleased to meet you Hermione," Draco said graciously. "Please call me Draco." He paused for a moment. "I'd really like to start over if possible. I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but maybe we can talk later," he said hopefully.

She nodded, and went off to find Ron.

The rest of the Great Hall had been leaning forward as closely as possible so they could hear the conversation between them. Harry wouldn't have been at all surprised to see some extendable ears in the area. Whispers began all around them. Harry Potter was friends with Draco Malfoy? When had that happened? And he was actually nice to Hermione Granger.

"Want to have breakfast with me?" Harry asked, noticing the curious looks aimed at him from the Gryffindor table.

"Ok," said Draco a bit nervously.

Harry leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry I'll protect you." He gave a low laugh as Draco poked him in the side.

The whispers around them became even louder when they saw the Slytherin sit down at the Gryffindor table.

Draco saw Pansy and Blaise walking over to him.

"What's going on Dray? Why are you sitting with these Gryffindorks?" Draco looked over at Harry, who nodded, understanding the unasked question. The rest of the table stared at them in confusion as the blonde motioned for his housemates to sit down. Seamus opened his mouth to complain when Harry glared, daring him to say a word.

"Ok, well I'm sure you're wondering how this all happened," started Draco who received a look that said 'duh' from Pansy. "It turns out that someone in the Black family tree was a veela. The beginning of this year some of the symptoms began to show up. I didn't have any idea what was happening until I went home for Christmas when some things were made painfully clear."

Pansy and Blaise stared as the implications were made perfectly clear. Seamus was still looking confused, while Ginny and Neville stared at Harry in shock.

"Harry…" said Ginny. "Tell me you didn't…" She couldn't even complete the thought. It was too awful to contemplate.

Harry looked over at her completely seriously. "I did, Gin."

"No…" she whispered. "He tricked you somehow. You do know that you'll be stuck with that bastard forever. I bet he didn't tell you that did he?"

"He did tell me, and don't call him a bastard," he said, trying to remain calm. "He's my mate, and I'm his, and nothing will change that."

"But Harry," said Neville speaking up for the first time. "We all know what Malfoy's like. He'll hurt you the first chance he gets. How do you know this isn't some plot to bring you to You Know Who?"

Pansy and Blaise watched this all silently waiting for it to play out. They had watched as their friend in a desperate fight to remain strong over the past few months, and they were glad to finally see him happy. Even if it did mean associating with Gryffindorks.

Draco placed a comforting hand on his mate's leg.

"Ginny, Neville, It's not some plot, it's not imperious, and it's not a trick. It's the real thing. I promise you that he's not the bastard you think he is." Harry put a hand on his chest. "I can feel him right here inside me. There are no more secrets." Harry tried to explain that after last night he knew his mate. Possibly, even better than Draco's friends did. Fighting for the right words he decided that there were none, and he said, "Please, just try to get to know him."

"I still don't understand," said Seamus.

The comment made light snickers flow across the table.

Then Draco lifted his head, and looked everyone in the eye, seriously. "Look," he said. "I know what you think about me, and I deserve it. I'm not asking you to like me. I'm just asking that you don't take this out on Harry. He's a great guy, and deserves your support. It's not just anyone that could put aside years of hate and anger to help the enemy."

Harry looked at him, shaking his head vigorously. "No Draco, it's not like that and you know it. I cared about you even before the holidays. When you crashed into me in Transfigurations that day I could see the pain and fear in your eyes, and I wanted to help. That day I started to see how much of the last few years had been an act. You don't want to go back to your father do you?"

"No," said Draco with a smile. "But you already knew that didn't you?"

Harry smiled back and placed a soft kiss on his mate's lips.

At that, all the girls sighed and started talking about enemies who fell in love, and how romantic it all was, just like Romeo and Juliet.

They all started to eat breakfast. Harry worried about what Ron would say, and pushed his eggs around on his plate. He would probably be even angrier that the whole house had found out before he did. Not my fault if he ran out of here, grumbled Harry to his eggs.

"Harry, that plate is going to catch on fire if you keep glaring at it like that," said Draco from next to him. "Why don't we go find Ron?"

Harry nodded and made his way; to the doors. They walked up to the Gryffindor common room, assuming that it was the most likely place for Ron to be. Harry said the password and they walked in together when it opened.

Ron was sitting in front of the fire, and turned when he heard the portrait open. Getting up he walked over to them, wand drawn and ready to hex Draco. Harry quickly cast Expelliarmus and put Ron in a body bind.

Before either of them could say anything Hermione walked down the stairs from the girls' dorm.

"Harry, this probably isn't the best way to go about things," she said looking at the way Ron was frozen.

"You're right," he said, and released the spell, only to replace it with Incarcerous which tied him to his chair. "Better?" he asked. "I won't have him hexing or hitting either me or Draco while I explain this, Mione."

She nodded reluctantly.

Harry explained the whole situation once more. Ron, predictably enough began yelling about imperious, and love spells, and how he must be under Draco's power, because he'd never agree to sleep with him otherwise.

"You did this," Ron hissed at Draco. "You bastard."

"Actually, Ron, You did this," said Harry, and explained. "Remember that day when you shoved Draco into my arms, trying to hurt him? That's when I started to realize that this is what I wanted."

Hermione grabbed her things so she'd have enough time to run to the library before class. She let him know that she was going to research veelas for him so that he'd know what he was getting into.

Ron refused to forgive him, and he was still shouting angrily when they left. Harry cancelled the binding spell as he walked out the door. Draco rubbed his back, insisting that 'the weasel' would come around eventually. Harry hoped that it was true.

"Harry," said Draco later that day. "I've been meaning to talk to you about my mother."

"We have to get her out of there don't we?" asked Harry.

"Yes and soon. I'm worried about her, and the faster the rumors about us spread the more danger she'll be in."

"Let's go to Dumbledore," Harry said, grabbing his hand. He pulled his boyfriend toward the gargoyle heading up to the headmaster's office.

Unfortunately they didn't get quite that far. They made it to the corridor outside the Great Hall when they ran into Draco's father.

"My dear son," said Lucius silkily. "I had heard you were consorting with the enemy, but I could hardly believe it. Rumors spread so quickly these days. I'm ashamed to see that it's actually true."

"Father…" said Draco trying to head off a confrontation.

"Don't even try to explain yourself Draco. I'm holding your mother at the house. She betrayed me when she told you about your heritage against my orders. If you and your paramour," Lucius sneered the word. "Don't come with me then she will die."

"What do you want from us?" asked Draco lifting his chin, and waiting for an answer. He would need to weight his options before he decided on the best way to rescue his mother.

"Why, Mr. Potter here will go to the Dark Lord, and as for you, I don't particularly care what you do with yourself. You always were an embarrassment to our family name."

The blonde shook his head sadly. He knew his father was aware he'd die without his mate. "We won't go with you," he said, staring his father right in the eye.

"I thought you might feel that way, Draco," his father said. He grabbed Harry's wrist and when Draco grabbed his arm to pull him away Lucius activated a portkey.

Harry winced as he hit the ground with Draco on top of him. "I hate portkey travel," he said.

Draco started to get up when he found himself being grabbed by the back of his robes and yanked upright. Looking back over his shoulder he saw a dark haired man with a thick mustache standing behind him.

"MacNair" he said with a sneer. "I should have expected to see you here doing the Dark Lord's dirty work."

The Death Eater raised his wand, and held it against Draco's neck. "Keep talking. The more you have to say, the longer it'll take before your little lover dies. How much do you want to hear him scream, traitor?"

Lucius cast a body bind on Harry and took his wand while MacNair handed over Draco's. Looking at each other they wordlessly swore that they would find a way out of this alive together. Then they found themselves being led to the dungeons in Malfoy Manor at wandpoint.

"Home sweet home?" said Harry wryly, after they had been thrown in a cell.

"Yeah, it brings back all sorts of fond memories," replied Draco sarcastically. "Like Crucio."

"He didn't…" gasped the brunette, who had assumed his mate's home life was bad, but had never expected this.

Draco nodded, and Harry pulled him forward into his arms. They sat there together, waiting for whatever would come next. After an hour Harry got up and started pacing back and forth across the cell.

"Do you have any ideas?" he asked. "They must be getting Voldemort. I don't get that man. One Avada Kedavra through the bars and he'd kill me, but nooo he wants to play." He turned to Draco. "Do you know where they'd be keeping your mother?"

"My father probably has her locked in her rooms. One of the house elves would be able to get me in, unless my father specifically ordered otherwise, but they wouldn't be willing to apparate us out."

"House elves can do that?" asked Harry surprised.

"Of course," said Draco in a tone that said everyone should know something so simple. "They know better than to free a prisoner of my father's though. He'd give them clothes so quickly that they wouldn't know what hit them."

"Will the wards let Dobby in?"

"Dobby?" asked the blonde. "That weird house elf from Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded. "He used to belong to your father."

Draco looked at his mate hopefully. "They might."

"Ok, well this is what we'll do then," began Harry. "Assuming you can get away, and I think you should be able to since they mainly want me, go find your mother and call for Dobby. He should be able to apparate the two of you back to Hogwarts. You need to tell Dumbledore where I am as soon as you can."

Draco stood there frowning at him.

"What?"

"If you think for one minute that I'm leaving you here on your own then you're out of your mind." He glared at the Gryffindor.

"Please?" begged Harry. "I'll feel much better if I know you're safe."

"Fine," grouched Draco, who had no intention of keeping such a promise.

Silence fell as they thought about what they planned to do. Unconsciously Harry moved forward into Draco's arms for comfort. He knew that whatever was coming next would probably hurt a lot.

"Isn't that sweet…" sneered a voice from outside the cell. "It's my little nephew and his slut."

"Bellatrix," hissed Harry, and moved forward. Draco held him back with a shake of his head, and the Gryffindor stopped. The blonde had a look on his face between hatred and disgust. Harry had never seen his mate look so angry. He stood there tensely making sure he was in front of his mate.

"You abomination," spat Draco. "You killed your mate before your bonding. No wonder you're insane."

Harry gasped as the horror of that statement hit him. Before he could say anything else MacNair joined them.

"The Dark Lord is ready for them now," he said.

Bellatrix grabbed Draco, who was doing his best to twist away from her. With a flick of her wand she stunned him, and then floated him out of the dungeons with mobilocorpus.

Harry went with MacNair without a fight, knowing it would be better to save his strength. The Death Eater held his arm so tightly he knew there would be bruises there tomorrow if he lived that long.

The two of them were brought to the main hall. All of Voldemort's Death Eaters were there, with him and Lucius standing up front. Harry was forced to kneel in front of him. The pain in his scar was making it difficult to concentrate.

Voldemort looked up and asked, "Did you want me to grant your son an easy death, Lucius?"

He looked at Draco, who was standing off to the side, and still trying to get away from Bellatrix and said, "You needn't. He's always been weak. His mother's tainted blood made him that way."

"Very well," said Voldemort, and he appeared to be thinking. "I've heard that veelas will live in perpetual anguish once their mate is killed, and then die themselves. You have mated with Dumbledore's worthless hero, haven't you Draco?" he looked up into his eyes. "Ah, I see that you have. Well, I guess we'll find out what happens when he dies, won't we?" Voldemort looked much too pleased by that. "Bella, let him go. He can't get away, and we can watch him suffer later."

"But my Lord…"

Voldemort looked at her through his slitted red eyes, and she cowered, releasing Draco immediately. He looked at Harry, who was still kneeling at his feet, held tightly by MacNair. He said, "Your lover shouldn't be the only one to suffer though should he?" And with that he cast Crucio.

When Bellatrix released him, Draco had slowly, but surely made his way to the back of the room by the door. Freezing at the sound of his mate's scream he watched in horror as the darker haired boy writhed on the floor. Tearing his eyes away, he remembered that he had a mission to accomplish. He turned the knob on the door behind him with a soft click. Cringing he realized that Harry's screams covered any noise it might have made.

Once outside the room he found the Mansion to be empty. Everyone must be in that one room, he thought. Running upstairs at full speed he stood panting at the door to his mother's rooms. He gave the handle a yank, but found it to be locked as expected. His father still had his wand in his possession, so he called a house elf to him.

"Bippy," he said with a snap of his fingers.

"Yes master?" she asked appearing beside him.

"I'd like to visit my mother. Can you open the door for me?"

The house elf grabbed her ears and nodded vigorously. "Oh yes Master Draco, but Mistress Narcissa is not being allowed out of her rooms."

Draco looked down at the small elf by his knee. "Don't worry; I won't take her out of her rooms," he said. Someone else will, he thought and smirked.

His mother was sitting on the end of her bed, looking pale and drawn.

"Mother!" Draco cried out as he ran into the room, and hugged her. "He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No he didn't," she said, trying to calm the worry in his eyes. Hers held the same concern as she asked, "Why are you here? You should be in school."

"It's a long story, but I don't have the time for it now. You need to get to Hogwarts."

"I can't get out of the room, Draco." said Narcissa sadly.

"I have an idea," he said, and snapped his fingers. "Dobby!"

A pop announced the appearance of a house elf behind them. The creature looked at them with a mixture of surprise and distress. "Master and Mistress is not supposed to be summoning Dobby. Dobby is a free elf now. He is working for Hogwarts, and is getting paid! You is bad wizards."

Draco was trying to get Dobby to relax. The elf had begun banging his head against the bedpost after his statement. "Wait, Dobby, don't do that. Listen to me." Finally he had to pry him away and hold him still. "Dobby, I summoned you because I'm mated to Harry Potter, and a request from me is the same as a request from him. Now what I want to know is, can you apparate my mother back to Hogwarts from here?"

"You is mated to the Great Harry Potter, Master Draco sir?" One sock slipped from the elf's ear as he looked at the blonde boy with large eyes. "Dobby can do as Master Draco said. The wards are still keyed for Dobby. Master Lucius never changed them."

"What about you Draco?" asked his mother with concern.

"I have to go help Harry." Draco leaned over and gave his mother a kiss. "Hurry Dobby and thank you."

Harry clenched his teeth as the Crucio hit. You never got used to the pain, he thought. When it got to be too much he screamed, writhing on the floor. Voldemort paused, no doubt to prolong the pain, Harry assumed He watched through pain filled eyes as Draco slid along the wall behind the Death Eaters, and made his way to the door. Then the curse hit him once again.

"You're not much for originality, eh Tom?" Harry asked in short gasping breaths after Voldemort lifted the Crucio.

"I'm sure we can manage something just for the Boy Who Lived," hissed Voldemort, and nodded to Crabbe.

Crabbed walked over and lifted him by the back of his robes. Harry's legs didn't want to hold his weight, so the Death Eater kept a grip on him as he punched him in the stomach. Harry barely kept himself from screaming once more as he felt something crack. Broken rib, he thought. A second punch caught him in the mouth, and he tasted blood. Crabbe dropped him back on the floor, and he did his best to land on his uninjured side.

"Low'rin' y'self to ph'sical vi'lence?" Harry slurred through the cuts on his lips and tongue. "H'w comm'n."

"Just keep talking boy," sneered Lucius. "And we'll bury you in that hole you're digging for yourself."

"Lucius why don't you see what he can survive from the end of a wand. Make sure he survives. His death is mine."

Lucius nodded, and raised his wand. He cast a curse that blistered all the skin on Harry's back. Next time, no comments on originality, he thought as he screamed, choking on the blood in his mouth.

Draco ran back downstairs even faster than he had gone up. Everyone was still in that one room, and there wasn't even a lookout posted. Careless, thought Draco, but whoever said Death Eaters were smart? He slid back into the room. Everyone was so captivated by what was happening in the front of the room that no one way watching the door. By now Harry was a crumpled bloody heap on the floor. His father and Voldemort stood to each side of him, while the remaining Death Eaters were watching avidly in front of them.

His father was speaking, but Draco wasn't listening to the words. He moved toward the front of the room as quickly as he could. He barely managed to keep himself in check when he heard his father cast the burning curse. Swearing mentally for reacting like an idiotic Gryffindor, he pulled himself together.

The dark room was very helpful for sneaking, and before anyone realized he was standing behind his father. Pulling his wand from the older man's pocket he pointed it at his neck.

"Let Harry go, or I'll kill your right hand man Voldemort," he threatened. "You know I can do it, after all you taught me the curses yourself. Didn't you father?" he sneered the last word in disgust.

"Don't be stupid boy," Voldemort hissed furiously. "Do you think I care that much if he lives or dies?"

Without another word he cast the Avada Kedavra at Lucius who slumped to the floor dead. Draco dodged the next curse, and slid behind Bellatrix, who happened to be the nearest. It couldn't have worked out better, he thought.

"Have you learned nothing?" Voldemort said and pointed his wand once more.

In the blink of an eye Bellatrix lay dead at Draco's feet, and he was ducking another curse. It flew past and hit a random Death Eater. He wasn't sure who, but didn't really care either. By this time the remaining people gathered in the room were running for the door.

Draco kept moving, wondering how long he could keep this up. He was covered in sweat and breathing hard.

Next to Voldemort, Harry registered that the pain had stopped. Lifting his head he saw a blurry image of what was happening. Seeing his mate in danger he dragged himself over to Lucius's body and pulled his own wand from the loose robes. With the last of his strength, he cast stupefy at Voldemort, and hoped it would connect since he was distracted.

Draco sighed when a red beam of light hit the Dark Lord's body and he collapsed. Casting incarcerous just to be sure, he ran over to Harry, who was unconscious and draped over his father's body.

He was struggling to lift Harry, and keep his wounds from reopening when Dobby popped into the room.

"Mistress Narcissa sent Dobby back to make sure Master Draco was alright."

The blonde sighed in relief. "Dobby, can you get me and Harry to the hospital wing at Hogwarts as soon as possible?"

"Oh yes, Master Draco Sir." Dobby grabbed both of their hands, and apparated. Harry hit the floor with a thud that made Draco cringe. Quickly casting mobilocorpus, he placed him face down on a bed while yelling for the nurse.

"Help! Madame Pomfrey! Hurry! Now!"

She came running into the room and gasped when she saw the state Harry was in. Casting one healing spell after another, she only paused to ask Draco questions about the spells that had been used.

Noticing that the house elf was still standing there, Draco asked him to fetch Dumbledore immediately. The headmaster came running into the hospital wing, his snitch covered robes flying behind him.

"What happened?" he asked.

"We sort of caught Voldemort," said Draco starting with the most important part of the story.

"Sort of?" asked Dumbledore, his twinkling eyes registered surprise.

"Harry stunned him, and then I cast incarcerous, but he's still lying on the floor at Malfoy Manor. I wasn't sure if we could bring him through the wards, and Harry was more important."

The headmaster gathered some Aurors to go check out the Manor, while he got the rest of the story from Draco. He explained, sitting on the nearest cot next to Harry, so that he could keep his mate in sight. Dumbledore nodded, and then suggested he lie down and get some rest, after assuring the boy that his mother was fine.

The Aurors went to the Manor, but didn't find anything. One of the Death Eaters must have come back to free him. Not the brightest thing to do thought Draco, especially after he had cast AK's at them randomly, but then again no one ever said that Death Eaters were smart.

No amount of begging or pleading could get Draco to leave Harry's side. His mother visited often, along with Hermione, but Ron still refused to be near either one of them. Hermione was doing her best with him, but Draco worried that his mate would be hurt. His mother was happy about the whole situation. Lucius's death left her free, and she was proud of the man her son had become.

After spending a day and a half either unconscious or asleep, Harry woke with a groan, finding that his whole body hurt. Opening his eyes, he found Draco sitting a chair next to the bed, and holding his hand. Tightening his fingers around his mate's hand he smiled when the blonde jumped at the movement. Smiling back he leaned over and gently kissed Harry's forehead. Then he moved down and placed a soft kiss on Harry's lips.

"I was so scared, love," he said. "You were bleeding all over the place. You could have died. I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" asked Harry whose lips were still a bit bruised from being struck.

"I should have known better and kept our relationship secret. Then my father wouldn't have found out, and he wouldn't have tried to bring you to You Know Who."

"Draco," said Harry, who was rubbing the back of his mate's hand gently with his thumb. "I didn't want us to keep everything secret either. Don't kid yourself by thinking you're to blame. Voldemort's been trying to catch me one way or another since I was eleven. Your father was just another tool in his belt."

"Ok," said Draco, and leaned over to kiss Harry once more, just to make sure that his mate was real.

"I'm sorry about your father," said Harry softly. "He is dead isn't he?"

"Yes," Draco nodded. "Don't be sorry. I'm not. You can feel proud that you managed to bleed all over one of his most expensive set of robes. He would have been mortified."

Harry started to laugh, which brought on a fit of coughing. Madame Pomfrey came running in, and started to scold them both, and she handed the dark haired boy a healing potion from the bedside table.

"…You shouldn't be exerting yourself like that Mr. Potter. That rib gave you a good poke in your lung. Lie down and rest, or I'll give you a dreamless sleep potion." She turned to look at Draco. "And you… Make sure you don't disturb him or I'll kick you out of here so fast it'll make your head spin."

"I stupefied Voldemort didn't I?" asked Harry when she had left.

"Yes, and I cast incarcerous after that, but by the time the Aurors got there he had freed himself, and was gone."

"What about your mother?"

"She's fine too, thanks to your brilliant plan. She's been visiting you as well, you know."

Harry frowned at Draco. "I believe my brilliant plan had you leaving when she did. What happened with that?"

Draco looked at Harry, completely unrepentant. "You didn't think I'd actually go did you? You would have died on your own, and you know it."

"You could have died too. I couldn't bear it if that happened. I love you."

Draco blinked at hearing those words come from his mate's mouth. "You do?"

Harry thought for a moment, realizing what he had just said, and nodded. "Without a doubt."

"I love you too, Harry," whispered Draco softly, emotion filling his voice.

Draco brushed his lips over his mate's full pink ones. The green eyes that looked up at him were full of affection and he caressed the side of Harry's face gently with his knuckles. His thumbs moved to stroke the sides of his lover's face, and he tilted it upward to give the boy he loved another kiss that promised forever.

The End

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