Harry Potter and the Mystery Mate {Drarry}

Chapter 12: Ranting. Lots of Ranting.

(Draco's POV)

—"fine." Draco said this resignedly, knowing he couldn't back down from a challenge, but that this could only end terribly.

But how could he have said no when it was Potter who had issued the challenge?

Though from what Draco read, a veela had to protect their mate. Would it really be a bad thing to have one protecting him temporarily? Especially with everything going on?

Draco heard a sigh of relief from the other side of the door. "So how does this whole mate thing work?" asked Draco.

"Um...well usually the veela finds their mate, and then their mate either rejects them or accepts them. If they're rejected, they die. If they're accepted then they live happily ever after with their mate. Though I have a feeling that, knowing my luck, that even if you accept me, I doubt it will be so easy as to automatically have a 'happily ever after'."

"Well then...I guess I accept you?"

There was a pause. "Huh."

"Huh what?"

"I thought it would feel different. But I feel the same."

"Well what do you expect me to say? You're the veela, not me! Why would I know?"

"I don't know."

Once again there was an uncomfortable silence that Draco decided to break. "So what now?"

"Um I don't know? I guess we should probably get to know each other, right?" Harry said, sounding awkward and sheepish.

Draco sighed. This wasn't going to be easy was it? Harry wanted to get to know Draco. But how was Draco going to satisfy him, without giving up who he was? Draco couldn't reveal his identity, yet he had to talk about himself to Harry Bloody Potter. This just kept getting better and better didn't it?

"Why don't you go first, Potter? Though I'm sure I already know all about the wizarding world's hero," Draco said, not even bothering to keep the snide out of his tone. Draco slid down, with his back to the old, dark, wooden door. He heard Harry doing the same thing on the other side of the door.

"And I bet you don't know anything about me, no one does," said Harry, saying the last three words softly and sadly, with regret and acceptance.

"Okay," Draco said, "I'll take you up on that bet. You can ask me a question about some aspect of your life, and I'll say the thing I know about you which answers the question. Then you can tell me whether or not I'm right."

"Okay. Um let's start simple. What's my favorite food?"

"Well that's easy," Draco stated, thinking back to all the meals he'd spent glaring across the great hall at the other boy. "Treacle Tart."

"Correct. What's the craziest thing I've ever done?"

"You can't ask that question."

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't have a factual answer! It's an opinionated question! There isn't just one right answer!"

"Hmm...okay fine. What's the craziest thing I've ever done in your opinion?"

"Hmm..." Draco started, holding out the m, and tapping his chin even though Harry couldn't see him do it. "You've done a lot of crazy things. You've driven a car into the whomping willow, you've been chased by wanted criminals, you've faced dementors and passed out in the process might I add, you've participated in the Triwizard tournament, you've formed a secret club under a tyrannical headmistress, you've gone on the run for a year, and somehow killed Voldemort. But I think the craziest thing you've ever done is...form Dumbledore's Army in 5th year. You shouldn't have done that."