veela!fic
Inconveniently Convenient
By: shadowclub
Chapter 2: You called
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Warnings: Veela fic, no MPREG though
Summary: After an accident Draco finds himself between a rock and a hard place. In this chapter Harry visits Draco in the hospital and makes an interesting promise.
Notes: Thanks to Katie and everyone who reviewed!
Chapter 1
One week, that was seven days, which was one hundred sixty eight hours which was-
“Mr. Malfoy, its time for your check-up. Do try not to degrade, insult, or otherwise talk to the intern today. The last one needed to be put on antidepressant potion after she attempted to Avada herself.” The Mediwitch put down a tray of his potions, out of which at least three of them tasted like spinach(his least favorite food) and one of them tasted like...Potter. Not that he would know how Potter tasted; it was mere speculation, but it tasted like dried owl pellets and that’s how Potter smelled….
“I see no reason to downgrade myself to the level of your worthless peons.”
“And I see no reason to listen to your whining considering I am the mediwitch and you are the patient.” She began waving her wand over him creating complex patterns that Draco swore spelled “COCK” in Swahili.
“Hmm…your blood oxygen level is much lower than normal. Interesting.” The healer said, marking something on his chart. Stupid bint.
“When can I leave?”
“When I say so. Alright, Mr. Malfoy I think you’re well enough to have this discussion. The hybridization of your DNA has modified a number of your genes on a basic level. This also affects the protein synthesis and gene expression, thus resulting in a mix of veela and human characteristics-,” the Mediwitch said, flipping through his chart.
“In English please!”
“Basically you’ve acquired some of the veela traits. So far none of them have been detrimental to your health. My team…or rather I, because you made my interns cry, have been monitoring your hormone levels the past week as we approach the traditional veela mating season.”
“Mating season? Like two people having sex?” Draco smiled. Infinite sex appeal and stamina sounded good to him. Think of the b-girls he could get with his glowing skin. He imagined that he would look like one of the Muggle Greek gods he was always hearing about. He would walk down the street and benevolently smile and people would faint all around him. The headline would read “Draco Malfoy Sex God.”
“Yes, but wipe that silly grin off your face. The first mating season isn’t a pleasant experience, especially considering we don’t know the extent of your power nor do we have a mentor to help you learn to control it.”
“Yes, but about the sex…”
“Mr. Malfoy, have you ever researched Veelas? Have you even graduated from Hogwarts? No? Then listen. Veelas only go through a mating season once they have been marked by their mate. The increased levels of hormones in your bloodstream indicate that you have been marked, yet no one has come forward to claim you.” Draco felt his heart skip a beat. That last part had hurt; his parents had not been along to see him in any of their various identities.
For once Draco had nothing to say.
***
Harry stared at the mirror, a practice he hated; yet Hermione insisted in these “positive attitude” exercises, claiming they improved the strength of certain charms, such as the Patronus.
“Um…let’s see. Something I like about myself. Well, I think I have dashing elbows and um…sometimes my hair looks “sexily tousled” instead of electrocuted and…I’m pretty sure that I have the biggest-.” Harry stopped. This whole thing was ridiculous
“Dearie! Finish your sentence! I’m just dying to hear the rest of it!” Harry blushed. Accursed talking mirrors. He made a mental note to never buy one.
“Toenails,” Harry said smoothly, running his fingers through his rumpled hair before he finished dressing and went downstairs to eat at the table.
“So Harry, how’d your exercise go?” Hermione asked meaningfully. Harry shoved more bacon into his mouth in order to stall Hermione’s questioning. She gave him the evil eye, seeing through his ruse, but before she could say anything, Remus walked in holding a bunch of parchment.
“Harry, after breakfast today, can you go down to St. Mungo’s and give Draco these?” Remus asked. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than ever before.
“I’m not sure that would be wise,” Harry responded.
“Harry, you are going to have to learn how to control yourself eventually. I see no reason why you shouldn’t start now. There will always be people you don’t want to deal with, yet you may find yourself at their mercy.”
“Right, because Draco Malfoy is a nice cuddly teddy bear that just wants world peace.”
Remus just gave him a long suffering look before handing him the package. Ginny walked down the stairs into the dining area and sat down next to Harry.
“Good morning,” she murmured.
“Goomor,” he muttered back, his mouth full.
“What were you guys planning on doing today?” she asked, reaching for the toast, her other hand settled lightly on Harry’s thigh. Harry, uncomfortably aware of her hand, shifted away.
“Well! Harry, Ron and I need to do some research as to the location of the next horcrux,” Hermione said primly. “You’re welcome to help.”
“Ahh…I can’t today. I’m supposed to meet Luna in Diagon Alley.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief at this. Spending extended periods of time with Ginny and Ron generally gave him a headache.
“I’m in!” Ron said quickly, anything to avoid the dusty tomes of doom. Harry wracked his brain for some valid excuse. He looked at Hermione, expectantly waiting for her to object.
“Fine, we need a break anyway,” Hermione said.
“I have to deliver the package to Malfoy. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Harry said, at least he would get something done.
***
Draco scowled at the wall; after yet another failed attempt at focusing, his eyesight failed. The concentration was not helping relieve the headache that had started in the middle of his forehead and had moved outward until he felt as though his brain was on a merry-go-round underwater. He shivered and burrowed further under the cheap cotton sheets. They had already maxed out on the amount of pain potion they could give for the next four hours.
The door flew open banging against the wall and causing Draco to wince at the sharp noise.
“Remus told me to give this to you,” Potter said, thrusting out the package before him as though it was a white elephant. Potter’s other hand played with the locket around his neck. A pause built up between them until the entire room seemed to be filled with it.
Draco squinted at the package before looking back up at Potter, who was staring determinately at the wall behind his head. Everything was strangely blurry and green, of all colors.
“Why are you here?” Draco rasped out.
“I didn’t choose to be here!”
“But you are here.” Potter looked panicked.
“Remus said to tell you that he has secured lodging for you.”
“…”
“Glad we had this talk Malfoy, I’ll be going now unless you want to give me some advice on what type of scissors to use to trim my bangs.”
The pounding anvil on his head lessened, allowing Draco to finally open his eyes properly. Draco had the irrational urge to say something…he just didn’t know what. Bitterness welled up inside of him, he was indebted to a freak, a werewolf and Potter, ugh…
“Get out,” Draco said after a moment. “And tell the werewolf I would rather die than step foot into his bloody-.” That was all he got out before Harry had whipped out his wand and cast a silencio at him.
“_____!” Draco screamed and began to hyperventilate. Why would they send Potter of all people?
Potter stared at him expressionless. Draco gave his best death glare and struggled to untangle himself from the sheets. His head was beginning to spin from the exertion and a thin sheen of sweat seeped out to coat his skin.
“Stop panicking. I don’t kick people when they’re down.” Potter said placing a firm hand on his chest and pushing Draco back down. Too weak to resist, he fell back. The warmth from Potter’s hand radiated out, warming his chest, his blood spreading the heat like water spilt over a dry tongue. He gasped silently, it was the first time he had felt warm in days. He tried to arch into the warmth of Potter’s palm; Potter drew his hand away as though he had been burned and wiped them on his robes.
“You have no idea what you’ve done. You don’t…you can’t even comprehend what Remus is doing for you. You will appreciate it, I will…you will pay” Potter said, his neck taught with repressed anger. They were interrupted by the sudden arrival of the mediwitch…or the medibitch as he had come to term her. He would make Draco pay? Draco had little doubt that Potter had no idea what it meant to pay…Draco had paid. What did Harry know about sacrifice? He was the Golden Boy, forever admired by all…even by him, but only for about two seconds.
“Excuse me, no visitors!” she said to Harry.
Potter gave Draco one last glare before heading out of the room. The mediwitch glared at him as he left the room.
“You are being discharged tomorrow. We need to review the procedures for your medicines and such.” Draco simply blinked at her meekly, hoping that she would take the hint and keep him here an extra week or so. In a hospital was probably the best place for him to be right now…considering the other option was the street. Quite honestly, the slums of Diagon Alley had crap plumbing.
“Don’t use your doe eyes on me. The Aurors want you, and I can’t do anything about it.” she said, gently.
“____!” He tried to tell her that he was still under silencio. She stared at him for a moment before finally casting a general finte.
“Right…tell them to piss off. I’m ill!” he said.
“You will be perfectly fine tomorrow,” she said, writing some notes on his chart. She was always writing something in his chart even though she hadn’t performed any tests. Draco was starting to suspect that it was her secret diary…
“What if I mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the night?”
“Your room is warded.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a high-flight risk, and I told them to.”
“Bitch,” Draco muttered.
“I heard that.”
“So what exactly will happen this mating season?”
“Your hormone levels appear to be stable…” she said. Draco waited for her to continue.
“And…”
“I don’t know, Mr. Malfoy, I simply do not know what will happen. There is a possibility that your body will not be able to handle the stress of transformation and you will die.” Draco gritted his teeth. Stupid doctors, he was better off dead in some dirty floor rather than literally being pulled apart my some internal forces.
“I see.”
“But the likelihood of that happening is slim to none. Most likely you’ll have an allure during the season and will crave human contact. I can’t predict anything beyond that until I have more data. Oh, I almost forgot. I need to check your ears and hair for nargleites; they like nesting in veelas.”
Draco flopped back down. His life was officially over. He was trapped in a white room with imitation art, some strange bugs were going to “nest” on him, and to top it off, Potter was going to make him “pay”. Draco was starting to believe that he really had done something wrong to deserve this punishment.
By: shadowclub
Chapter 2: You called
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Warnings: Veela fic, no MPREG though
Summary: After an accident Draco finds himself between a rock and a hard place. In this chapter Harry visits Draco in the hospital and makes an interesting promise.
Notes: Thanks to Katie and everyone who reviewed!
Chapter 1
One week, that was seven days, which was one hundred sixty eight hours which was-
“Mr. Malfoy, its time for your check-up. Do try not to degrade, insult, or otherwise talk to the intern today. The last one needed to be put on antidepressant potion after she attempted to Avada herself.” The Mediwitch put down a tray of his potions, out of which at least three of them tasted like spinach(his least favorite food) and one of them tasted like...Potter. Not that he would know how Potter tasted; it was mere speculation, but it tasted like dried owl pellets and that’s how Potter smelled….
“I see no reason to downgrade myself to the level of your worthless peons.”
“And I see no reason to listen to your whining considering I am the mediwitch and you are the patient.” She began waving her wand over him creating complex patterns that Draco swore spelled “COCK” in Swahili.
“Hmm…your blood oxygen level is much lower than normal. Interesting.” The healer said, marking something on his chart. Stupid bint.
“When can I leave?”
“When I say so. Alright, Mr. Malfoy I think you’re well enough to have this discussion. The hybridization of your DNA has modified a number of your genes on a basic level. This also affects the protein synthesis and gene expression, thus resulting in a mix of veela and human characteristics-,” the Mediwitch said, flipping through his chart.
“In English please!”
“Basically you’ve acquired some of the veela traits. So far none of them have been detrimental to your health. My team…or rather I, because you made my interns cry, have been monitoring your hormone levels the past week as we approach the traditional veela mating season.”
“Mating season? Like two people having sex?” Draco smiled. Infinite sex appeal and stamina sounded good to him. Think of the b-girls he could get with his glowing skin. He imagined that he would look like one of the Muggle Greek gods he was always hearing about. He would walk down the street and benevolently smile and people would faint all around him. The headline would read “Draco Malfoy Sex God.”
“Yes, but wipe that silly grin off your face. The first mating season isn’t a pleasant experience, especially considering we don’t know the extent of your power nor do we have a mentor to help you learn to control it.”
“Yes, but about the sex…”
“Mr. Malfoy, have you ever researched Veelas? Have you even graduated from Hogwarts? No? Then listen. Veelas only go through a mating season once they have been marked by their mate. The increased levels of hormones in your bloodstream indicate that you have been marked, yet no one has come forward to claim you.” Draco felt his heart skip a beat. That last part had hurt; his parents had not been along to see him in any of their various identities.
For once Draco had nothing to say.
***
Harry stared at the mirror, a practice he hated; yet Hermione insisted in these “positive attitude” exercises, claiming they improved the strength of certain charms, such as the Patronus.
“Um…let’s see. Something I like about myself. Well, I think I have dashing elbows and um…sometimes my hair looks “sexily tousled” instead of electrocuted and…I’m pretty sure that I have the biggest-.” Harry stopped. This whole thing was ridiculous
“Dearie! Finish your sentence! I’m just dying to hear the rest of it!” Harry blushed. Accursed talking mirrors. He made a mental note to never buy one.
“Toenails,” Harry said smoothly, running his fingers through his rumpled hair before he finished dressing and went downstairs to eat at the table.
“So Harry, how’d your exercise go?” Hermione asked meaningfully. Harry shoved more bacon into his mouth in order to stall Hermione’s questioning. She gave him the evil eye, seeing through his ruse, but before she could say anything, Remus walked in holding a bunch of parchment.
“Harry, after breakfast today, can you go down to St. Mungo’s and give Draco these?” Remus asked. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than ever before.
“I’m not sure that would be wise,” Harry responded.
“Harry, you are going to have to learn how to control yourself eventually. I see no reason why you shouldn’t start now. There will always be people you don’t want to deal with, yet you may find yourself at their mercy.”
“Right, because Draco Malfoy is a nice cuddly teddy bear that just wants world peace.”
Remus just gave him a long suffering look before handing him the package. Ginny walked down the stairs into the dining area and sat down next to Harry.
“Good morning,” she murmured.
“Goomor,” he muttered back, his mouth full.
“What were you guys planning on doing today?” she asked, reaching for the toast, her other hand settled lightly on Harry’s thigh. Harry, uncomfortably aware of her hand, shifted away.
“Well! Harry, Ron and I need to do some research as to the location of the next horcrux,” Hermione said primly. “You’re welcome to help.”
“Ahh…I can’t today. I’m supposed to meet Luna in Diagon Alley.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief at this. Spending extended periods of time with Ginny and Ron generally gave him a headache.
“I’m in!” Ron said quickly, anything to avoid the dusty tomes of doom. Harry wracked his brain for some valid excuse. He looked at Hermione, expectantly waiting for her to object.
“Fine, we need a break anyway,” Hermione said.
“I have to deliver the package to Malfoy. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Harry said, at least he would get something done.
***
Draco scowled at the wall; after yet another failed attempt at focusing, his eyesight failed. The concentration was not helping relieve the headache that had started in the middle of his forehead and had moved outward until he felt as though his brain was on a merry-go-round underwater. He shivered and burrowed further under the cheap cotton sheets. They had already maxed out on the amount of pain potion they could give for the next four hours.
The door flew open banging against the wall and causing Draco to wince at the sharp noise.
“Remus told me to give this to you,” Potter said, thrusting out the package before him as though it was a white elephant. Potter’s other hand played with the locket around his neck. A pause built up between them until the entire room seemed to be filled with it.
Draco squinted at the package before looking back up at Potter, who was staring determinately at the wall behind his head. Everything was strangely blurry and green, of all colors.
“Why are you here?” Draco rasped out.
“I didn’t choose to be here!”
“But you are here.” Potter looked panicked.
“Remus said to tell you that he has secured lodging for you.”
“…”
“Glad we had this talk Malfoy, I’ll be going now unless you want to give me some advice on what type of scissors to use to trim my bangs.”
The pounding anvil on his head lessened, allowing Draco to finally open his eyes properly. Draco had the irrational urge to say something…he just didn’t know what. Bitterness welled up inside of him, he was indebted to a freak, a werewolf and Potter, ugh…
“Get out,” Draco said after a moment. “And tell the werewolf I would rather die than step foot into his bloody-.” That was all he got out before Harry had whipped out his wand and cast a silencio at him.
“_____!” Draco screamed and began to hyperventilate. Why would they send Potter of all people?
Potter stared at him expressionless. Draco gave his best death glare and struggled to untangle himself from the sheets. His head was beginning to spin from the exertion and a thin sheen of sweat seeped out to coat his skin.
“Stop panicking. I don’t kick people when they’re down.” Potter said placing a firm hand on his chest and pushing Draco back down. Too weak to resist, he fell back. The warmth from Potter’s hand radiated out, warming his chest, his blood spreading the heat like water spilt over a dry tongue. He gasped silently, it was the first time he had felt warm in days. He tried to arch into the warmth of Potter’s palm; Potter drew his hand away as though he had been burned and wiped them on his robes.
“You have no idea what you’ve done. You don’t…you can’t even comprehend what Remus is doing for you. You will appreciate it, I will…you will pay” Potter said, his neck taught with repressed anger. They were interrupted by the sudden arrival of the mediwitch…or the medibitch as he had come to term her. He would make Draco pay? Draco had little doubt that Potter had no idea what it meant to pay…Draco had paid. What did Harry know about sacrifice? He was the Golden Boy, forever admired by all…even by him, but only for about two seconds.
“Excuse me, no visitors!” she said to Harry.
Potter gave Draco one last glare before heading out of the room. The mediwitch glared at him as he left the room.
“You are being discharged tomorrow. We need to review the procedures for your medicines and such.” Draco simply blinked at her meekly, hoping that she would take the hint and keep him here an extra week or so. In a hospital was probably the best place for him to be right now…considering the other option was the street. Quite honestly, the slums of Diagon Alley had crap plumbing.
“Don’t use your doe eyes on me. The Aurors want you, and I can’t do anything about it.” she said, gently.
“____!” He tried to tell her that he was still under silencio. She stared at him for a moment before finally casting a general finte.
“Right…tell them to piss off. I’m ill!” he said.
“You will be perfectly fine tomorrow,” she said, writing some notes on his chart. She was always writing something in his chart even though she hadn’t performed any tests. Draco was starting to suspect that it was her secret diary…
“What if I mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the night?”
“Your room is warded.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a high-flight risk, and I told them to.”
“Bitch,” Draco muttered.
“I heard that.”
“So what exactly will happen this mating season?”
“Your hormone levels appear to be stable…” she said. Draco waited for her to continue.
“And…”
“I don’t know, Mr. Malfoy, I simply do not know what will happen. There is a possibility that your body will not be able to handle the stress of transformation and you will die.” Draco gritted his teeth. Stupid doctors, he was better off dead in some dirty floor rather than literally being pulled apart my some internal forces.
“I see.”
“But the likelihood of that happening is slim to none. Most likely you’ll have an allure during the season and will crave human contact. I can’t predict anything beyond that until I have more data. Oh, I almost forgot. I need to check your ears and hair for nargleites; they like nesting in veelas.”
Draco flopped back down. His life was officially over. He was trapped in a white room with imitation art, some strange bugs were going to “nest” on him, and to top it off, Potter was going to make him “pay”. Draco was starting to believe that he really had done something wrong to deserve this punishment.