Draco Malfoy and the Union of Souls (Ch. 7)
[Title] Draco Malfoy and the Union of Souls
[Author] ickle_huffie
[Beta] herbie_weasley
[Rating] R
[Pairing] Harry/Draco (Mentions of Ron/Hermione and Blaise/Pansy)
[Warnings] Slash, language, and sexual content
[Summary] Draco keeps thinking about Harry Potter, and can’t figure out why. When he finds out he’s a veela, suddenly it all comes clear. Set 6th year after OotP.
Note: Sorry about lateness. Many excuses, I won’t even try to list them all.
X-posted in a few places. Sorry about that.
Now that Harry and I had established meeting regularly, it seemed that the time was flying right on by. We had our lessons together, and it wasn’t long until I judged him to be “proficient enough” to be my lab partner in regular class. Plus, it gave me an opportunity to correct him and, of course, to spend more time with him.
We got very close, Harry and I. Even to the point where he confessed to me about Sirius and I to him about being a veela. He seemed fascinated by the concept, always asking me questions about what it was like. He never seemed to pick up on the fact that he was experiencing-and causing-some of the effects that I felt.
I flirted with him constantly. Sometimes he’s return the favor, other times he just smiled. But it was clear that we both enjoyed it all.
As we neared Christmas, my mother sent me a letter.
Dear Draco,
The house is horribly empty. It’s just me and the elves now…I can’t wait to have you home again. Maybe you can brighten the place up a bit.
I’ll be waiting for you at King’s Cross when the Hogwarts Express comes.
Love always,
Mum
I shook my head and wrote back to her the first chance I got. Much as I disliked having to upset her like this, I wanted-no, needed-to stay more that I wanted to protect her feelings.
Dear mum,
Sorry to say this, but I’m going to stay here for the holidays. Harry stays, so I’ll stay. I think I might be able to win him over if I do stay. Much as I love you, this is more important right now. I hope you understand.
Love,
Draco
I sent the letter off and relaxed. It was almost time to turn up the charm and get him once and for all.
* * * * * *
Harry’s friends all went home for Christmas, leaving him to me, and me only. On this first glorious day, it snowed. I met Harry down in the Great Hall for breakfast. Since House tables were pretty much abandoned over the holidays, and as there weren’t enough people to fill them, we sat together.
“Morning, Harry,” I said, sitting across the table from him.
“Morning, Draco,” he replied, looking confused. “I thought you’d gone home.”
I shook my head. “No. Mother’s having the traditional Malfoy Christmas party. It’ll be a drag without my father there, so I decided to stay here.” I smiled, serving myself some breakfast. “Plus, I heard Weasley and Granger were leaving you all alone. We couldn’t have that, now could we?”
“I guess not,” he replied, taking a bite of his own meal. He smiled back at me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Oh, you’re not the only one, trust me.” I started in on my food, and we chatted lazily until we’d finished eating.
“Ahhhh. I’m full,” said Harry finally. He relaxed, sighing softly.
“Mm. Me too,” I agreed. We sat in companionable silence for a while until I got an idea, and grinned. “It snowed.”
“Did it?” asked Harry, raising his eyebrows.
“Indeed. Didn’t you look out your window this morning?” He shook his head, and there was a pause. He didn’t seem to understand what I was getting at. “Do you want to go for a walk, maybe? See how pretty the grounds are.”
He beamed. “Sure! I’ll just pop on up to the dorm to get dressed for the weather. Meet you back here in…fifteen minutes?”
“Alright.” I got up and went back to my rooms, putting on a jacket, a hat, and gloves before heading back up to the Great Hall, waiting just inside the doors for him. It took him a bit of time, but soon Harry joined me. We shared a conspiratorial grin and walked out into the cold winter morning, our eyes dazzled by the glare of sunlight on the fresh snow. Our breath misted in the air, and I smiled. “It’s beautiful,” I said.
Harry smiled, nodding. “Reminds me of your eyes,” he replied softly. I blinked, surprised.
“What’d you say?”
“Reminds me of your eyes. Sort of…blue-gray, you know?” He shrugged, and we started down the steps into the snow. I was more than surprised that he’d just made a comment on my eyes; it gave me the hint that he thought about more than just who I was. He paid attention to the way I looked, apparently.
We walked quietly along for a while, listening to the sound of our shoes crunching through the snow, the wind whistling through the bare branches of the trees, and the steady, calm ripple of the lake. I got another idea, and grinned inwardly, bending over, ostensibly to tie my shoe. When I stood up again, I had a real grin on my face, and I hurled a snowball right into Harry’s receding back. He froze, turning around, glared, and then laughed, throwing one right back at me. I hunched over trying to avoid it, but it caught me square in the side.
Still laughing, the two of us quickly constructed makeshift bunkers from snowdrifts, ducking down behind them and popping up just long enough to lob a snowball at one another, missing more often than hitting our target.
After a while we had to quit because we were laughing too hard, so we sank down into our snow bunkers, our cheeks and stomachs hurting from smiling and laughing, respectively. Soon I found myself shivering, despite my heavy coat. I sat up and brushed the greater part of the snow from my pants and my sleeves, walking over to Harry’s snow-fort and holding out a hand to help him up.
He took my hand, his own feeling quite warm in my cold grasp. He smiled up at me as he stood; he didn’t comment when I held on to his hand a bit longer than I should have. I didn’t comment about how he blushed when I didn’t let go.
We walked back towards the castle, commiserating about the cold. We decided we needed to warm up, so we headed down to the kitchens, where the house elves brought us some hot chocolate. The two of us took off our coats, sitting close together in front of the fireplace, holding our steaming mugs and letting the warmth of the chocolate and the fire seep into our skin, until our cheeks were pink and our mugs were empty. I sighed softly, closing my eyes.
When I opened them again, there was a blanket spread across both our laps, our empty mugs had been cleared away, and Harry’s glasses were sitting on the hearth in front of the fire, which wasn’t burning very well any more, left to smoldering in the grate rather than burning cheerfully; I realized that I must’ve fallen asleep.
I felt warmth next to me, and turned my head to see Harry’s dark mop in a cascade over my shoulder, one of his hands resting gently near my knee on my thigh. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. I bit my lip, not wanting to disturb him, but I could feel my leg tingling, begging me to let it have some blood flow again. I shifted my weight, finally stretching my leg out. Harry burrowed into me, the arm that had been by my back wrapping around me, holding me. I smiled, carefully manipulating his slumbering frame so that his arm was still around me, but his head was in my lap. I put one hand on his back, the other running through his hair idly as I stared into the dying fire, enjoying our proximity and his warmth.
I felt almost hypnotized; I don’t know how long we sat that way, but the next time I went to move, Harry yawned, his eyes fluttering. His first reaction was to cuddle closer, but then he opened his eyes, turned his head, and noticed me-regardless of how in or out of focus I was. He blushed a bright pink and pulled away, putting out a hand to look for his glasses. I held them out, and he took them, our fingers brushing. He blushed again. “S-sorry,” he said.
I smiled, shaking my head. “Don’t be.”
He sat up, but he didn’t move too far away from me, putting his glasses on. I watched him, cocking my head to one side slightly. He looked down, still flushed. I smiled, bringing my hand up to lift his chin so he was looking at me. “Like emeralds,” I whispered, my other hand trailing gently beneath one of his eyes. We looked at one another for a moment, and I closed my eyes, leaning forward and pressing my lips gently to his. I felt what could almost be likened to an electric shock spark between us, and I knew it was the veela bond trying to take hold once and for all.
When I drew away, he blushed and looked down again. “Er,” he said softly, closing his own eyes.
I looked away. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No! No, it’s…it’s…okay,” he replied, looking back up at me. And, as if to prove it was okay, he kissed me back, again sending that little thrill down my spine. I put a hand on his neck, holding him there until the shock dissolved, ending in a flood of heat. I broke the kiss, and we just stared at each other for a moment. I knew he’d felt it, too. “Wh-what was that?” he asked, and I hesitated, searching for the best way to tell him.
“Do you remember how I told you I’m a veela?” I asked. He nodded. “Well, it’s…it’s to do with that. There’s…you…well…” I scratched the back of my neck. “You’re…you’re my mate, Harry.”
“Wait…I’m your what?”
“My mate. You know…the one I’m destined to, y’know, be with and all that. Veela have mates and it’s…well…it’s…a life commitment…”
“What does that mean?”
“It…” I bit my lip. How could I explain to Harry that if he refused to love me, I’d probably die? “Veela mate for life,” I finally said. “Like some animals. It’s actually a bit embarrassing. But if…if we’re not…together, then I’ll basically…I’ll basically waste away. Until…until I’m dead.”
“So…” He frowned slightly, looking at me. “Are you saying you fancy me?”
It was my turn to blush now. “Yes…I fancy you.”
“Well good…because I fancy you, too,” he replied with a smile, framing my face with his hands and pulling me close for a kiss. Again I felt the spark, and I knew that the veela bond had officially taken hold. When we broke the kiss for air, Harry blinked, squinting at me. “You’re all…fuzzy. Squished.”
“How d’you mean?”
“It’s like…” He frowned again, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He opened them, and they widened. “Hey! I can see you better without them!” he exclaimed. I paused, thinking. That did make sense. I’d once read something about a mate who had limited use of one of his hands; once the bond had been consecrated, his hand worked better than it ever had before.
“Benefit of the bond,” I finally said.
“Mm…I’ve no problems with it, then,” he answered, smiling back at me, his emerald eyes now clearly visible. “I get a cute boyfriend and better eyesight.”
We shared a grin, and I kissed him again. “I guess we ought to explore the…other…parts of the bond, eh? But there are…there are things you need to know about this. And about me.”
“We’ve got plenty of time, Draco. Go ahead.”
“Could we go somewhere more…private? I don’t want to talk about my weaknesses in even a semi-public space.”
“Alright. As long as there’s a fireplace and a blanket. I don’t know why, but I’m really cold.”
“Sure.” I stood, holding out my hand. His was cold in my grip, so I took his claim as true, and we walked together to my room, where I set a fire in the grate and gave Harry a blanket, sitting on the hearth facing him, leaving myself in shadow.
“What did you want to tell me?” asked Harry, wrapping his arms around his knees, drawing the blanket close, his skin flickering in the firelight.
“Mostly…about my family. But there are some, er,” I blushed, “physical things you need to know about, too. About veela, I mean.”
“Go on, then.”
Since I’d only told Harry the bare minimum about veela-what they looked like, what their tempers were like…I figured I ought to tell him all of the sexual things now. All at once, and get it over with. “Male veela have what’s basically a male version of the female’s…period. Once a month I have what is, essentially, the most horrendous, painful erection you will ever hear about. And it only goes away when I…when I have someone else help me. I can’t come on my own, I don’t know why. But the side-effect is that I becoming increasingly attractive to people who wouldn’t normally want me…Blaise let me shag him, actually.”
I could see him trying not to laugh, and I blushed again. “I know, it sounds stupid, but that’s the way it is. See, veela…sperm…want to continue the line. So they refuse to help me out until someone else-a potential carrier for a child-will get me off. And it may sound weird, but guys count as potential carriers. I read once that veela sperm is incredibly potent and, when mixed with other…reproductive, er, cells, a…fetus will result. Regardless of what happens. So I have to be extra careful. Apparently that’s not such a big deal normally, but when I hit my, uh, period, it’s very important to use protection.”
“So you’re saying you could get me pregnant.”
“Well…yeah.”
“Hm. Okay, well, is that all?” I nodded, and he leaned back slightly. “And what about your family?”
“You know my father’s a Death Eater. And he’d like nothing more than to see you dead. But my mum is all for you being my mate, and right now she’s the one in charge. But in case father shows up, you know to worry, because I guarantee he won’t like to hear of me dating you.”
“Alright. We’ll just have to be careful, that’s all. Now come here. I’m still cold.” He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but grin back as I slid down to the floor, sitting behind him and putting my arms around him, letting him share in my warmth. Unknowingly, we activated the veela bond, and the two of us warmed one another, despite how cold Harry was.
It didn’t take long for Harry to decide he liked my rooms better than the empty dorm; we moved some of his clothes down, and enjoyed each other’s company until the sun set and we were exhausted, climbing into bed, where the bond drove us close, twisting us together, so our hands were pressed against bare skin, and our arms were wrapped around one another.
[Other Chapters] One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven
[Author] ickle_huffie
[Beta] herbie_weasley
[Rating] R
[Pairing] Harry/Draco (Mentions of Ron/Hermione and Blaise/Pansy)
[Warnings] Slash, language, and sexual content
[Summary] Draco keeps thinking about Harry Potter, and can’t figure out why. When he finds out he’s a veela, suddenly it all comes clear. Set 6th year after OotP.
Note: Sorry about lateness. Many excuses, I won’t even try to list them all.
X-posted in a few places. Sorry about that.
Now that Harry and I had established meeting regularly, it seemed that the time was flying right on by. We had our lessons together, and it wasn’t long until I judged him to be “proficient enough” to be my lab partner in regular class. Plus, it gave me an opportunity to correct him and, of course, to spend more time with him.
We got very close, Harry and I. Even to the point where he confessed to me about Sirius and I to him about being a veela. He seemed fascinated by the concept, always asking me questions about what it was like. He never seemed to pick up on the fact that he was experiencing-and causing-some of the effects that I felt.
I flirted with him constantly. Sometimes he’s return the favor, other times he just smiled. But it was clear that we both enjoyed it all.
As we neared Christmas, my mother sent me a letter.
Dear Draco,
The house is horribly empty. It’s just me and the elves now…I can’t wait to have you home again. Maybe you can brighten the place up a bit.
I’ll be waiting for you at King’s Cross when the Hogwarts Express comes.
Love always,
Mum
I shook my head and wrote back to her the first chance I got. Much as I disliked having to upset her like this, I wanted-no, needed-to stay more that I wanted to protect her feelings.
Dear mum,
Sorry to say this, but I’m going to stay here for the holidays. Harry stays, so I’ll stay. I think I might be able to win him over if I do stay. Much as I love you, this is more important right now. I hope you understand.
Love,
Draco
I sent the letter off and relaxed. It was almost time to turn up the charm and get him once and for all.
* * * * * *
Harry’s friends all went home for Christmas, leaving him to me, and me only. On this first glorious day, it snowed. I met Harry down in the Great Hall for breakfast. Since House tables were pretty much abandoned over the holidays, and as there weren’t enough people to fill them, we sat together.
“Morning, Harry,” I said, sitting across the table from him.
“Morning, Draco,” he replied, looking confused. “I thought you’d gone home.”
I shook my head. “No. Mother’s having the traditional Malfoy Christmas party. It’ll be a drag without my father there, so I decided to stay here.” I smiled, serving myself some breakfast. “Plus, I heard Weasley and Granger were leaving you all alone. We couldn’t have that, now could we?”
“I guess not,” he replied, taking a bite of his own meal. He smiled back at me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Oh, you’re not the only one, trust me.” I started in on my food, and we chatted lazily until we’d finished eating.
“Ahhhh. I’m full,” said Harry finally. He relaxed, sighing softly.
“Mm. Me too,” I agreed. We sat in companionable silence for a while until I got an idea, and grinned. “It snowed.”
“Did it?” asked Harry, raising his eyebrows.
“Indeed. Didn’t you look out your window this morning?” He shook his head, and there was a pause. He didn’t seem to understand what I was getting at. “Do you want to go for a walk, maybe? See how pretty the grounds are.”
He beamed. “Sure! I’ll just pop on up to the dorm to get dressed for the weather. Meet you back here in…fifteen minutes?”
“Alright.” I got up and went back to my rooms, putting on a jacket, a hat, and gloves before heading back up to the Great Hall, waiting just inside the doors for him. It took him a bit of time, but soon Harry joined me. We shared a conspiratorial grin and walked out into the cold winter morning, our eyes dazzled by the glare of sunlight on the fresh snow. Our breath misted in the air, and I smiled. “It’s beautiful,” I said.
Harry smiled, nodding. “Reminds me of your eyes,” he replied softly. I blinked, surprised.
“What’d you say?”
“Reminds me of your eyes. Sort of…blue-gray, you know?” He shrugged, and we started down the steps into the snow. I was more than surprised that he’d just made a comment on my eyes; it gave me the hint that he thought about more than just who I was. He paid attention to the way I looked, apparently.
We walked quietly along for a while, listening to the sound of our shoes crunching through the snow, the wind whistling through the bare branches of the trees, and the steady, calm ripple of the lake. I got another idea, and grinned inwardly, bending over, ostensibly to tie my shoe. When I stood up again, I had a real grin on my face, and I hurled a snowball right into Harry’s receding back. He froze, turning around, glared, and then laughed, throwing one right back at me. I hunched over trying to avoid it, but it caught me square in the side.
Still laughing, the two of us quickly constructed makeshift bunkers from snowdrifts, ducking down behind them and popping up just long enough to lob a snowball at one another, missing more often than hitting our target.
After a while we had to quit because we were laughing too hard, so we sank down into our snow bunkers, our cheeks and stomachs hurting from smiling and laughing, respectively. Soon I found myself shivering, despite my heavy coat. I sat up and brushed the greater part of the snow from my pants and my sleeves, walking over to Harry’s snow-fort and holding out a hand to help him up.
He took my hand, his own feeling quite warm in my cold grasp. He smiled up at me as he stood; he didn’t comment when I held on to his hand a bit longer than I should have. I didn’t comment about how he blushed when I didn’t let go.
We walked back towards the castle, commiserating about the cold. We decided we needed to warm up, so we headed down to the kitchens, where the house elves brought us some hot chocolate. The two of us took off our coats, sitting close together in front of the fireplace, holding our steaming mugs and letting the warmth of the chocolate and the fire seep into our skin, until our cheeks were pink and our mugs were empty. I sighed softly, closing my eyes.
When I opened them again, there was a blanket spread across both our laps, our empty mugs had been cleared away, and Harry’s glasses were sitting on the hearth in front of the fire, which wasn’t burning very well any more, left to smoldering in the grate rather than burning cheerfully; I realized that I must’ve fallen asleep.
I felt warmth next to me, and turned my head to see Harry’s dark mop in a cascade over my shoulder, one of his hands resting gently near my knee on my thigh. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. I bit my lip, not wanting to disturb him, but I could feel my leg tingling, begging me to let it have some blood flow again. I shifted my weight, finally stretching my leg out. Harry burrowed into me, the arm that had been by my back wrapping around me, holding me. I smiled, carefully manipulating his slumbering frame so that his arm was still around me, but his head was in my lap. I put one hand on his back, the other running through his hair idly as I stared into the dying fire, enjoying our proximity and his warmth.
I felt almost hypnotized; I don’t know how long we sat that way, but the next time I went to move, Harry yawned, his eyes fluttering. His first reaction was to cuddle closer, but then he opened his eyes, turned his head, and noticed me-regardless of how in or out of focus I was. He blushed a bright pink and pulled away, putting out a hand to look for his glasses. I held them out, and he took them, our fingers brushing. He blushed again. “S-sorry,” he said.
I smiled, shaking my head. “Don’t be.”
He sat up, but he didn’t move too far away from me, putting his glasses on. I watched him, cocking my head to one side slightly. He looked down, still flushed. I smiled, bringing my hand up to lift his chin so he was looking at me. “Like emeralds,” I whispered, my other hand trailing gently beneath one of his eyes. We looked at one another for a moment, and I closed my eyes, leaning forward and pressing my lips gently to his. I felt what could almost be likened to an electric shock spark between us, and I knew it was the veela bond trying to take hold once and for all.
When I drew away, he blushed and looked down again. “Er,” he said softly, closing his own eyes.
I looked away. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No! No, it’s…it’s…okay,” he replied, looking back up at me. And, as if to prove it was okay, he kissed me back, again sending that little thrill down my spine. I put a hand on his neck, holding him there until the shock dissolved, ending in a flood of heat. I broke the kiss, and we just stared at each other for a moment. I knew he’d felt it, too. “Wh-what was that?” he asked, and I hesitated, searching for the best way to tell him.
“Do you remember how I told you I’m a veela?” I asked. He nodded. “Well, it’s…it’s to do with that. There’s…you…well…” I scratched the back of my neck. “You’re…you’re my mate, Harry.”
“Wait…I’m your what?”
“My mate. You know…the one I’m destined to, y’know, be with and all that. Veela have mates and it’s…well…it’s…a life commitment…”
“What does that mean?”
“It…” I bit my lip. How could I explain to Harry that if he refused to love me, I’d probably die? “Veela mate for life,” I finally said. “Like some animals. It’s actually a bit embarrassing. But if…if we’re not…together, then I’ll basically…I’ll basically waste away. Until…until I’m dead.”
“So…” He frowned slightly, looking at me. “Are you saying you fancy me?”
It was my turn to blush now. “Yes…I fancy you.”
“Well good…because I fancy you, too,” he replied with a smile, framing my face with his hands and pulling me close for a kiss. Again I felt the spark, and I knew that the veela bond had officially taken hold. When we broke the kiss for air, Harry blinked, squinting at me. “You’re all…fuzzy. Squished.”
“How d’you mean?”
“It’s like…” He frowned again, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He opened them, and they widened. “Hey! I can see you better without them!” he exclaimed. I paused, thinking. That did make sense. I’d once read something about a mate who had limited use of one of his hands; once the bond had been consecrated, his hand worked better than it ever had before.
“Benefit of the bond,” I finally said.
“Mm…I’ve no problems with it, then,” he answered, smiling back at me, his emerald eyes now clearly visible. “I get a cute boyfriend and better eyesight.”
We shared a grin, and I kissed him again. “I guess we ought to explore the…other…parts of the bond, eh? But there are…there are things you need to know about this. And about me.”
“We’ve got plenty of time, Draco. Go ahead.”
“Could we go somewhere more…private? I don’t want to talk about my weaknesses in even a semi-public space.”
“Alright. As long as there’s a fireplace and a blanket. I don’t know why, but I’m really cold.”
“Sure.” I stood, holding out my hand. His was cold in my grip, so I took his claim as true, and we walked together to my room, where I set a fire in the grate and gave Harry a blanket, sitting on the hearth facing him, leaving myself in shadow.
“What did you want to tell me?” asked Harry, wrapping his arms around his knees, drawing the blanket close, his skin flickering in the firelight.
“Mostly…about my family. But there are some, er,” I blushed, “physical things you need to know about, too. About veela, I mean.”
“Go on, then.”
Since I’d only told Harry the bare minimum about veela-what they looked like, what their tempers were like…I figured I ought to tell him all of the sexual things now. All at once, and get it over with. “Male veela have what’s basically a male version of the female’s…period. Once a month I have what is, essentially, the most horrendous, painful erection you will ever hear about. And it only goes away when I…when I have someone else help me. I can’t come on my own, I don’t know why. But the side-effect is that I becoming increasingly attractive to people who wouldn’t normally want me…Blaise let me shag him, actually.”
I could see him trying not to laugh, and I blushed again. “I know, it sounds stupid, but that’s the way it is. See, veela…sperm…want to continue the line. So they refuse to help me out until someone else-a potential carrier for a child-will get me off. And it may sound weird, but guys count as potential carriers. I read once that veela sperm is incredibly potent and, when mixed with other…reproductive, er, cells, a…fetus will result. Regardless of what happens. So I have to be extra careful. Apparently that’s not such a big deal normally, but when I hit my, uh, period, it’s very important to use protection.”
“So you’re saying you could get me pregnant.”
“Well…yeah.”
“Hm. Okay, well, is that all?” I nodded, and he leaned back slightly. “And what about your family?”
“You know my father’s a Death Eater. And he’d like nothing more than to see you dead. But my mum is all for you being my mate, and right now she’s the one in charge. But in case father shows up, you know to worry, because I guarantee he won’t like to hear of me dating you.”
“Alright. We’ll just have to be careful, that’s all. Now come here. I’m still cold.” He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but grin back as I slid down to the floor, sitting behind him and putting my arms around him, letting him share in my warmth. Unknowingly, we activated the veela bond, and the two of us warmed one another, despite how cold Harry was.
It didn’t take long for Harry to decide he liked my rooms better than the empty dorm; we moved some of his clothes down, and enjoyed each other’s company until the sun set and we were exhausted, climbing into bed, where the bond drove us close, twisting us together, so our hands were pressed against bare skin, and our arms were wrapped around one another.
[Other Chapters] One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven