Meow //Drarry\\

Chapter Six- This Won't Go...

Chapter Six- This Won't Go Down Well At All

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Please bear in mind that most of this was written in a period between 1 am and 3 am.

"Harry, can you please tell me what's wrong?"

Draco straightened up from his comfortable position on Harry's chest where the two of them were lounging on a couch in the Room of Requirement.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, closing them reluctantly. His head rested on his crossed arms under his unruly hair, his obviously muscled forearms firm under Draco's glances. This was not the first time Draco had asked and most certainly not the last. Draco sighed in reply and settled back into a sleeping position on Harry, despite being the taller of the two.

"Draco, I ... I don't properly have an understanding of it myself. If you really need to know, you'll have to go talk to Hermione. She's better at explaining stuff, not to mention she knows everything. I mean, that's not a bad thing, but ... You get the point." Harry managed, not certain that any of those sentences made sense.

Draco seemed unsatisfied. "More. I don't want to hear it from Hermione, I want to hear it from you." Harry caught a glimpse of the old Malfoy, drowning somewhere in the after effects of a messed up potion.

"Well- you know what a Veela is, yea?" Harry figured he had to start somewhere.

"Of course. Who doesn't? They're so pretty. Almost as pretty as you." Draco smiled cutely and Harry almost snorted in disgust. Boys don't usually appreciate being called pretty. He decided to let it go and continue nonetheless.

"Well - apparently, I am part Veela. Somewhere on my father's side or something like that. I don't know the details, though I probably should find out sometime. You wouldn't mind asking Hermione at some point for me, would you?"

"Getting off track, Harry." Draco giggled.

"Shush. Anyways, as I was saying, I'm part Veela, and my m-mate or whatever," he started to struggle over his words as a blush crept onto his cheeks," is in this castle."

Draco's face turned stone cold and his eyes glowed fiercely, jealously evident in his expression. "No! No one else can have you. Only me." Draco bit down slightly on Harry's cheek, causing the Gryffindor to yelp with shock. When Draco let go, Harry turned his head sideways and kissed the curve beside Draco's pretty, steel-grey eyes. Draco's pouty face eased a little.

"Come on. Let's go find Hermione." Harry shifted and Draco sat up, sitting back on his ankles and resting on Harry's thighs. Harry sat up and rest himself on his elbows, his hair a horrid shambles. Draco pursed his lips, raising his hand to the unruly mass and attempting to neaten it. Harry gently caught his wrist.

"I've been trying that my entire life. Don't bother. It refuses to cooperate, even with the most copious amounts of hair gel." Speaking of hair gel, Harry raised an eyebrow at  Draco's own blond mess.

"Yours, however, could do with a good redo." Harry pointed Draco over to a mirror desk not far from where they were lazing, the desk covered in hair products and a comfortable-looking chair waiting for Draco's butt to grace it. Draco meowed and leaped up, dashing to the mirror.

Harry shook his head and laughed. This could take a while.

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"Hermione? Hermione!" Harry ducked towards the bushy-haired girl in order to avoid the librarian's angry glare for making a ruckus, Draco following closely behind.

"Oops, sorry Harry." She whispered, looking up from her book sheepishly. Harry shook his head.

"Hiya, 'Mione!" Draco beamed, sitting crosslegged beside her. He'd taken to calling her the same name that was usually reserved from Ron and Harry. Hermione smiled fondly and scratched just behind his ear. Draco meowed, rubbing his head against her hand and purring.

"So," Hermione started as she pulled her hand away," you two would never come here of your own will. What's the deal?"

Harry waved a vague hand at the cat-boy. "He's... Curious about my new-found ailment. You're better at explaining stuff. He only knows the basics by now." Harry sighed and rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes, fighting off sleep.

Hermione sent him a knowing, tight smile and patted the floor in front of her, gesturing for Draco to sit in front of her. "You better listen close."

"Ah, don't mention him and I being whatever we are, okay?" Harry hissed in her ear. She hid a giggle and nodded.

"Alright. No interruptions or I'll lose my pace.

"When someone of Veela meets a particular person, they start getting strange feelings and emotions whenever they're around that person. If odds end up in their favour, that person s their mate, or soul-bound partner if you must. To reject your mate means almost certain death for the other, it can be quite serious. If the Veela-born doesn't make any contact with his or her mate's skin for more than a week, they begin to fall sick, and there have been some cases of sever illness and death for that exact reason. Stick close to Harry, dear, won't you Draco?"

Draco nodded quickly, his eyes wide with rapt attention as she continued on with the history of the Veela and Harry slowly drifted into sleep.