The Itch (Harry/Veela!Draco)

The Itch - Chapter 1

Draco had one word for when he first saw Potter walk into his compartment on the Hogwarts express. Annoyance. His blood was boiling as his beautiful killing curse green eyes widened, taking in Draco as he was sprawled out alone in his compartment with a potion book in hand.

"Bloody hell, Potter!" Draco sneered at him and sat up, straitening his robe which had rode up a bit. Harry sneered back and slammed the door behind him. His robe swishing much like his godfathers did. For how much Potter hates Severus, they are very much alike. Draco mused to himself. There was something about Harry Potter that made him want to constantly throw a book at his head, and that feeling only grew stronger when he came into his inheritance.

Ah yes, his inheritance. It wasn't as exciting as he thought it was going to be. Although Pansy had been all over him when he first told her, that being the main reason he snuck out of their compartment for some peace and quiet. Until Potter came running into his compartment disturbing him. Being a Veela was something to be counted as impressive, but he was already a Malfoy and that was impressive enough. His mother was Veela, and his father was quarter Veela so it wasn't very surprising. Unlike his mother and father, he had no craving to find his mate, but there was a constant itch in the back of his mind his soul that he just couldn't seem to scratch. Draco didn't think much of it as right about then Pansy came barreling into his quiet little compartment.

"Drake!" Pansy screeched and stumbled in. Blaise strolled in behind her and took a seat on the one closest to the door. A quick, escape smart. Draco managed to put his book down in time before Pansy jumped practically into his lap. He grimaced and scootched to the side, not fast enough. She planted a sopping wet kiss on his cheek.

"I cannot believe that my best friend is a VEELA!" She was too close to his ear. He winced and moved even farther away. Blaise laughed a bit from the other side of the compartment. Draco shot him a glare and he raised his hands in defense.

"Pansy, it's not that exciting it's-" He started to say. She cut him off with a punch to the arm.

"Not very exciting?! Drake, this is amazing!" She paused for a second in thought, then her eyes widened to a very unnatural and unattractive size.

"Have you found your mate yet?" She asked. Then her eyes widened a bit again. "or...do you not have a mate?" She said it as if she was afraid she was going to hurt him. Draco scoffed.

"Of course I have a mate, I'm not pathetic. I'm a Malfoy after all." He puffed his chest out a bit in pride. Pansy sighed.

"Maybe your mate is some kind of Veela princess and you're going to sweep her off her feet." Or a Prince. Draco thought to himself. It was then his turn to sigh. Blaise sent him a look.

Sorry, Draco. He seemed to say. Draco gave him a sad smile in return.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Draco said in response to Pansy. A Prince. He thought about it for the rest of the ride, blocking out Pansy's ramblings. A Prince wouldn't be so bad.

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The speech that year was just as boring as the one before. As soon as it was over and they sent off the 8th years Draco strayed to the Quidditch Arena.

Whenever he had had free time Draco would head over to the Quidditch Arena and sit in the bleachers or the grass, sometimes he would fly to clear his mind. Today the ground was soggy with mud, Scotland did tend to rain often, not that he minded. The cold downpour always did manage to help clear his mind a bit. Just as Quidditch burned his muscles and made his mind more clear.

Draco had no choice but to sit on the bleachers. He took a seat in the Slytherin area and pulled out his book. Pansy and Blaise had taken his trunk to his room and he had kept a muggle satchel with his book, paints, and a few quills on him. Draco hopped up and let his legs swing wildly like a toddler, something he could never do at home. Hogwarts offered him freedom in some ways, and in other ways, it was just another form of prison.

Now was time to think. Draco wasn't too worried about getting caught. Severus would protect him. What Draco was more focused on was the itch in his mind, the itch that called to his mate which could be anywhere in the world. He, however, had the sneaking suspicion that his mate was in Hogwarts. The feeling was deep in his bones, an ache that never went away. Good. He thought to himself. Now I don't have to search half the planet.

The book on his lap suddenly was speckled with water. "Shit." Draco whispered and closed the book, shoving it into his satchel. It was a gift from Severus for his birthday. The rain started to come down hard, and Draco took into a sprint.

He was coming up on the school when he noticed something. Potter actually, he was standing inside with the Weaslette. Draco moved to stand in the shadows and away from the rain. Then, he watched. He couldn't tell what they were saying but the Weaslette seemed to be mad; and Potter, he had a look of such sadness on his face that made Draco's heart clench.

The Weaslette then slapped Potter across the face with a force that should have knocked him off his feet. Potter only stood there and moved a hand to touch her face. She slapped that away too and then asked him something that Draco didn't hear. After Potter responded, She walked away.

Potter slumped to the ground and sat there on the steps, his face in his hands. Something inside Draco pulled at him, to Potter.

"Potter?" Draco asked, stepping out of the shadows. Potter's head shot up from his hands, he was about to sneer at him. He could tell. But Potter just sighed deeply and looked at the sky.

"I broke it off." He whispered. Draco wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for his new Veela hearing. He was stunned to silence. Potter must have expected him to say something because he looked away from the sky and to Draco. His eyes were showed such sorrow in the rain. The Killing Curse was something Draco greatly feared, but he wouldn't mind letting that colour be the last thing he ever saw if it was Potter's eyes.

Draco felt it then. It was like a snap, something terrifying and wonderful and... "No." He whispered to himself, eyes widening. He knew what this was.

"Malfoy?" Potter asked eyes brows raised. He had noticed his startled behavior.

"No no no no" he kept on muttering. Draco stood up. Potter moved to stand up with him but he shot his hand out to say "stay" Potter didn't move any closer.

"I...I have to go" and with that, Draco stumbled off into the darkness he had appeared from. Leaving behind a very confused Potter.