Veelafied
Artwork by digthewriter, Banner by capitu
Harry/Draco Fluffy Halloween Fest 2017
Title: Veelafied
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Neville/Luna
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation, creature fic
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Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hd_fluff Fluffy Halloween Fest, using our lovely banner, with artwork by the equally lovely digthewriter, as a prompt
Summary: When life hands you lemons Veela wings, make the most of it.
"That's absurd, Neville."
"Think of it, Harry," Neville enthused. "I know you aren't happy with being a Veela, but it's Halloween. Put those ruddy wings to use as part of your costume."
Harry scowled at his friend. He wasn't simply unhappy at being a Veela, he was furious. After he'd defeated Voldemort, the Veela community had "rewarded" him by making Harry one of their own. He'd been Veelafied. In Harry's opinion, it was almost worse than being vilified. He strove to keep his Veela nature under wraps, including his wings. Fortunately, the magical wings only manifested when Harry willed them into being.
Or, when he was randy.
That could get awkward.
"Neville is right," said Luna, getting into the spirit of things. "You can attend the fancy dress ball as Icarus or Cupid. I'll help with your costume."
Harry knew when he was defeated. He threw his hands up in the air. "Alright," he sighed. "Do your worst."
~*~
Harry swooped into the Grand Ballroom, delighting the other guests. Flying like this was brilliant, and Harry was secretly glad of the opportunity afforded him by the occasion to dress up. A glimpse of Slytherin green had him banking in the air and coming to land near Draco Malfoy.
"Potter," Malfoy greeted with a nod. His eyes roved over Harry's costume, lingering on his bare legs beneath his tunic. "Cupid?" he guessed.
"Icarus," Harry corrected. "And you are?"
"Draco Malfoy."
"Very funny."
Malfoy chuckled. "Can't you tell?" he asked, spreading his arms and gesturing to his outfit. "I'm Robinhood."
Harry's eyes lingered on Malfoy's legs, showcased nicely in a pair of green tights. Too bad Malfoy's tunic came to mid-thigh. Harry wanted to know if he was wearing pants. Personally, he thought Malfoy looked like Link, from Legend of Zelda, but he didn't want to point that out.
While Harry was distracted by the sight of Malfoy's long legs, Malfoy seemed equally intrigued with Harry's wings. He took a step forward and grabbed the leading edge of the nearest wing.
"What spell did you use, Potter? These seem almost real."
Harry twitched his wing out of Malfoy's grabby hand. "They are real," he snapped. "Hands off!"
Malfoy goggled at him. "They can't be real," he insisted. Then, lowering his voice to a whisper he added, "Unless you've been...Veelafied."
"I knew this was a terrible idea," Harry grumbled as he turned away. He wondered if he could exit without drawing as much attention as when he'd entered.
"Don't go, Potter."
Harry hesitated and looked back at Malfoy.
With a sheepish shrug, Malfoy confessed, "I've always wanted to...you know."
"No, I don't know," said Harry, but he was interested in the answer.
"Erm, I've always wanted to...to dance with a Veela. Yes, that's right. Dancing. Ha ha! I've always imagined how wonderful the wings would feel, wrapped around me."
Harry's wings fluffed; he couldn't help it. "Are you sure that actual dancing is what you had in mind?" he boldly asked. "Because it sounds to me like you're talking about sex."
"Yes, alright, I've fantasized about having sex with a Veela," Malfoy admitted in a rush.
Harry couldn't believe his luck. This was almost too easy. Still, he wanted to be sure that Malfoy was intent on pulling him before he made the first move and got shot down by Robinhood. "Why are you telling me this?"
Malfoy's cheeks turned pink, but he raised his pointy chin and said, "Take me home, Potter. Yours, mine, I don't care. I just want to feel your wings wrap around me while we...you know."
"No, I don't know," drawled Harry, struggling not to grin at Malfoy's discomfiture.
"While we shag!" Malfoy whispered harshly.
Harry's wings quivered, along with another part of his anatomy. "Let's go, Malfoy."
~*~
Harry pulled out and slumped onto the tangled bedding. "How was it?" he slurred.
"Mm..."
"That good, yeah?"
"Yeah."
Harry smiled, and his wings gradually receded until they had disappeared.
"Bring them back," said Malfoy, gazing at Harry through slitted eyes. He had an adorable pout on his lips.
"I can't," whined Harry. He shivered when Malfoy's fingertips skated over his naked hip and across his abdomen. Those fingers tangled in the edge of Harry's pubic hair and gave a gentle tug. Blood rushed to Harry's groin, and his wings appeared and unfurled in all their feathered glory.
"Potter, may I just say, I'm delighted you were Veelafied," Malfoy murmured as he rolled to his back and opened his legs invitingly.
Harry moved to cover Malfoy's body with his own. "Lift up," he ordered, "and I'll Veelafy you one."