Draco Malfoy is too hot to be human! Harry Potter is Confused!
Okay, so i do this a couple times, and it has been done a lot, I'm only doing the begining part, cause it gets kind of dark and i want to see if people even want to continue with it! Oh yeah, please comment, and ENJOY!!!
Harry Potter was confused. At the end of last year Draco had been all snarling anger as he informed Harry that he would make him pay for sending his father to prison. Harry had never herd such a sincere and terrifying threat, the malice in Draco’s eyes. He had been terrified and he was certain the secant the Hogwarts express left London Draco would be on him, doing everything in his power to make Harry’s life hell. He had sat alone, waiting for Draco to attack him, but he never did. In face he didn’t even show up to throw a few insults. Harry almost thought maybe he had not gotten on the train but Herminie and Ron told him otherwise, Draco had been at the Prefects meeting.
By the end of the first week of school, it had become obvious to everyone, that Draco Malfoy was avoiding Harry Potter, and that he was very good at it. Draco was in three of Harry’s classes but Draco would only show up a few secants after class and would immediately take off once it was over. It was the start of the secant week of school when he decided he couldn’t take it anymore, and instead of sitting in his normal seat with Herminie, he sat in the seat Draco always sat in. Blaise who normally sat behind Draco asked, “What do you think your doing Potter?”
Harry looked up in surprise at the malice in the boys tone, Blaise had always been practically friendly. Pansy, who was sitting next to Blaise, flared her nostrils and said, “It really is Potter.” Blaise frowned and Pansy touched his arm gently and said, “We have to do something before the season starts.”
Blaise nodded his head and said, “Alright, If he can’t except it like a normal child would, then we’ll have to force him.”
Suddenly Blaise stood up and walked around his desk till he was standing right next to Harry. One large hand cupped Harry’s face just as the door open and Draco stepped into the room. Draco stepped into the room and for a moment the whole room feel silent. The could feel magic energy pulsating around the Slytherin as his eyes locked with his friend and said, “Step outside with me for a moment, Blaise.”
Pansy looked like she was about to say something but Blaise’s voice whispered across the room as he said, “I’ll be back in a minute Harry.”
Everyone in the room gasped in surprised when Draco snarled. Before anyone could really get a good look at a snarling Draco Malfoy, Blaise launched himself at the other Slytherin, and the two were thrown into the hallway. Harry stood up and was about to go running after the two when Pansy said, “Harry, please stay where you are. Herminie, as a prefect you should be the one to notify Dumbledore that he has two Veela’s duke-ing it out in the Dungeons.”
Herminie went wide eyed and made as if to rush out of the room but Pansy said, “You’ll have to take the back way, it’s too dangerous to go out that way.” Pansy moved to one of the shelves and pulled on the paneling, instantly the wall scooted away to reveal a secant entrance. All the Gryfondors looked surprised at this, a few SLytherins looked mad but most of the Slytherins where staring at Pansy. It was a huge surprise when Crabbe asked, “How do you know Draco is a Veela?”
Pansy threw her head back and laughed before patting the big boy on the arm and saying, “Because I am one of course, Blaise and I suspected Draco was but he was so good at hiding the signs that we almost thought we were wrong, till this year.”
Herminie frowned and said, “Does this have to do with Malfoy avoiding Harry?”
Pansy looked at Granger and said, “Do you know when a Veela would get their inheritance?”
Herminie smiled as she nodded and said, “On their Seventeenth birthdays.”
Harry frowned and said, “But Draco won’t be seventeen till December 19.
Pansy shook her head and said, “For being such a know it all, I thought you would have known Draco was a year older, he’ll actually be turning eighteen this December.”
Herminie frowned and asked, “So why didn’t he show signs of it last year?”
Pansy frowned and said, “Draco was so firmly in denial and was under so much stress that he managed to delay his inheritance, but it can only be delayed so long before it starts killing us. Because if we don’t except ourselves and get acceptance from our mate before we turn eighteen, we die. When he was just denying himself he did remarkable but he seems to have recognized his mate so it sped up the decay process, made it harder not to accept who he was.”
Herminie frowned like she was missing something but Harry asked, “Is that why Draco’s been avoiding me?”
Pansy nodded and said, “Your scent, being in the same room, was enough to make his control slip and his Glamor kept falling off. Draco has been holding back very well, but seeing Blaise, another Veela, a dark Veela, well it was enough to make him lose what was left of his legendary control. Once they start fighting, Blaise will keep taunting him, raising his anger till he completely drops the glamour, once Draco does that he won’t be able to deny it anymore.”
Herminie frowned and said, “Isn’t that really dangerous, couldn’t Draco hurt Blaise?”
Pansy went slightly pale and said, “Blaise doesn’t think he will, we’ve both met Draco’s parents in the past, so Draco won’t be a very powerful Veela, neither of them showed any signs.”
Herminie frowned and said, “Could that have been doing what Draco has been, ignoring it and using a glamour.”
Pansy clutched the side of the desk and said, “There is no way they would have survived that long without finding and accepting their mates…” Pansy frowned, her whole body began to shake as she said, “Herminie hurry to the headmaster’s office, something’s wrong… Blaise is afraid.”
Herminie frowned, and right before leaving she said, “You should go check on your mate.”
Pansy looked like she was about to cry as she glance at the door then at Harry, she seemed to be on the fence for a moment then said, “We pushed him to hard, Blaise… Harry if we don’t get him to calm down he’s going to hurt Blaise.”
Pansy tried to wipe away tears before anyone could see them. Harry took her hand and squeezed it before saying, “Lead the way.”
Pansy stepped past the rest of the class that had grouped around them and pushed the door to the Potions room open. Pansy didn’t seemed phased by the large chunks taken out of the walls and floor, but she did stop when she saw a smear of blood across the floor. Her eyes widened and without a word she started rushing down the hallway. Harry could barely keep up with her as she ran down one hallway then turned and went down another before stopping. Harry slowly came to a stop beside her and tried to catch his breath. The scene before him did not help him calm down. On the far wall plastered into a dent was Blaise, his eyes were closed and between him and them was Draco, who had fallen in the middle of the destruction. That alone was enough to make it hard to breath but the blood soaked feather wings that spanned practically the entire room, made his gut clench. There was blood everywhere. Pansy let out a pained, “Blaise!” before running around Draco’s wings to her mate.
As Blaise opened his eyes to look at Pansy and reassure her he was okay, Draco, or at least his wings, began to stir. Draco let out a sound that tore at Harry’s heart, it was the sound of someone in too much pain to actually be able to move. Without thinking Harry took several steps into the room and gently touched the wing blocking him from getting to Draco. For a moment Harry was distracted by how soft the feathers were, before they seemed to dissolve into nothing but golden light under his hand. As the wings dissolved entirely into light a few of the feathers seamed to break away and fall to the floor in clumps of blood. Harry took a few steps then fell to the floor next to Draco. He reached out with a shaking hand and touched an area in his back that wasn’t as bloody or didn’t have as much ripped up flesh. Draco stirred ever so slightly, Harry made to pull his hand away but the whimper Draco made at the lost of contact about broke Harry’s heart.
Pansy, who had wrapped her arms around Blaise said, “Pet his head, it might be the only part of him that doesn’t hurt from the touch.”
Harry frowned and asked, “I’m hurting him?”
Pansy smiled and Blaise said, “As long as you touch him he won’t care how much pain it causes, we Veela’s will do just about anything to get our mate to touch us. That’s why it’s so rare for a Veela to take someone without any Veela in them as a mate.”
Harry gently pulled his hand away from Draco’s back and realized that it was covered in blood. Draco whimpered, and Harry forgot about the blood on his hands as he reached out and ran his fingers through Draco’s hair. He was surprised when Draco leaned back into his touch and began to purr. Harry smiled at the sound, he was pretty sure he had never heard something so sweat and heartwarming. He continued to pet Draco for several minutes before Dumbledore showed up, with Snape, McGonagall, and Herminie right on his heels.
They all stopped, shocked by what they saw. After a moment Dumbledore sent Herminie to fetch Madam Pomfrey. He took a step into the room, and Draco stiffened, the slight shift of tensing muscles caused the rips in his back to begin gushing blood once more. Harry frowned at the sight of all that blood. Dumbledore stopped in his tracks and called out, “Miss Parkinson, could you tell me exactly what happened?”
Pansy tightened her grip on her mate who was now snoring into her shoulder and said, “I don’t exactly know what happened. Draco’s parents don’t have any Dominant Veela in them, even if they both had a recessive gene Draco should have never have had this much power, Blaise’s mom is a quarter dominant and his dad is a courter recessive, he’s the most powerful partial Veela I know, he should have been able to keep Draco angry and fighting without even breaking a sweat, but when his glamour fell and he got angry Blaise got scared, I could feel his fear through the bond, he could smell Draco and he smelt like he was practically a full Veela. Only three-quarter Veela and full-blooded Veela can sprout wings and then it’s a natural change, not this…”
Pansy broke off as she started sobbing. Snape frowned and asked, “Did Draco tell you where he spent his summer?”
Pansy shook her head and Snape turned to Dumbledore and said, “Narcissa contacted me about two weeks to the end of summer. She couldn’t find Draco anywhere and his tutor had complained that he hadn’t shown up to any of his classes. I asked her when she had last seen Draco and she said she hadn’t seen him, that she had been busy with the lawyers and such and had sent a house elf to pick Draco up. I spoke to the house elves and they said Draco never showed up, that he was gone and when they tried to tell Narcissa she was either too busy or too angry to approach. I had reason to believe Draco did not want to return home, he showed up for school and did not appear to be the worse for wear but, now I have to wonder where he was.”
Dumbledore frowned and asked, “Harry, do you think you could get Draco to answer a few questions?”
Harry stopped petting Draco’s hair and asked, “Draco?” he paused, and he could feel Draco’s breathing under his hands, he asked, “Where were you this summer?”
Draco tensed, the wounds on his back began to bleed even more, if that was even possible, and Draco began to shutter. Harry started petting him again and said, “It’s alright, Draco, calm down.”
He felt like crying, because he knew something horrible had happened to Draco to make him react like that. Harry started to really panic when Draco suddenly went slack under his hands. He was just about to start freaking out when Madam Pomfrey showed up. She took one quick look around then quickly dropped down next to Draco and Harry. She pulled a tiny case from her pocket and enlarged it before pulling out what looked like muggle bandages. Harry frowned and asked, “Can’t you just use one of those healing spells?”
Madam Pomfrey looked up at Harry and said, “Draco’s body rejects any sort of healing magic, it’s why his arm took so long to heal after that animal attacked him, that and he’s severely anemic so the wound didn’t scab over like it was suppose to.”
She got to work as she spoke and with a quick cast of her wand had divested Draco of his shirt and robes and had cast several cleansing charms on his wounded back. Harry started to pull away to give Madam Pomfrey more room to work but the secant he pulled his hand back Draco started to whimper again. Madam Pomfrey tisked and said, “I’m sorry Harry, you’ll have to keep contact with him at least until I can get the bleeding to stop.”
Madam Pomfrey quickly started to bandage the wounds but before she could finished she stopped and said, “Albus, I think you should see this.”
Dumbledore stepped forward and he and Harry leaned forwards to see that between two of the tattered wounds was a symbol that seemed to flicker in and out, one secant it was black against white flesh the next it was like it had never been there. Pansy, who could vaguely make out the blip from where she sat with her mate said, “It’s the Glamour, he’s in too much pain to keep it up.”
Severus frowned and said, “Glamour like this is pretty advance, when the symbol disappears I can feel or see the magic embedded in it.”
Dumbledore frowned and asked, “Have any of you ever seen anything like this?”
Snape shook his head, and after taking a look McGonagall did the same, finally Pansy said, “I don’t know but he has them all over, he’s very good at hiding sight and feeling but smell, it’s how we figured out what he is, because we could smell him.”
McGonagall frowned and asked, “You can smell the symbols?”
Pansy nodded and said, “They smell like old blood magic, kind of like the wards around Malfoy Manor, there has to be at least eighteen of them on him, probably more.”
Dumbledore frowned and said, “Go ahead and finish patching Draco up, when your done take him to the infirmary, I’d like to check a few sources. If he wakes up notify me by fire call, I’ll be wanting to have a chat with him.”