Not your usual Veela mate

Early Morning Musings

Day 10: Wednesday

Harry ran down the corridors of Hogwarts. He had to find Draco. He wasn't sure why, he only knew that something terrible would happen if he didn't.

Rounding a corner, Harry sighed in relief as he saw the Veela's fair hair practically shine in the dimly lit corridor. Opening his mouth to call out to his boyfriend, Harry froze as he saw himself move towards Draco, whose face lightened up in a happy smile.

"No," Harry whispered in anguish, suddenly just knowing that things were about to turn ugly. "No!" he shouted, trying to rush forward, to stop whatever was about to happen. But to his horror Harry found that he could not move. He shouted once more to alert Draco of the danger, but the blond boy didn't hear him.

"Harry!" Draco cried out in happiness. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Where were you?"

"I was working on getting you a present," the wrong Harry said with a tender smile. "Do you want to see it?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I want to see it!" Draco replied, sounding and looking really excited.

"Draco, no!" Harry cried, fighting to get closer to the other boy, but it was as if he was walking in quicksand or something. The events taking place before his eyes seemed to happen at an accelerated pace, while he was moving excruciating slow.

"As you wish," the other Harry said, and with a smile, he threw his hands forward. Lights appeared at the tip of his fingers, and throwing his head back, laughing like a maniac, the lights shot forward, into Draco's chest.

Draco looked down, surprise and confusion evident on his face. Looking back up at Harry, he managed to get out a, "What...?" before he exploded like a firecracker.

"Nooo!" Harry shouted, and finally, finally, he was able to move again. Rushing forward, he grasped the other Harry and threw him against the wall. "Why?" he demanded, "why did you do that? Why did you kill Draco!"

Harry just smirked at him. "Because I could."

"No." Harry shook his head and slowly began to back away from the laughing figure in front of him. "No," he whispered, heartbroken. "Noooooo!" he threw his head back and screamed.

"Nooooo!"

Draco was startled awake by a hair-curling scream. Shooting up in bed, he looked around wildly in an attempt to find out where it was coming from. A moaning sob had him turning towards his mate, and he realised with a start that it was Harry who had screamed. Fully awake in an instant, he reached out and shook Harry's shoulder, trying to rouse him, but Harry merely moaned and curled up in a tight ball.

Filled with an urgent need to wake his mate now, Draco grabbed his wand and dosed Harry with icy cold water. It worked wonders and the brunet sat up with a gasp. Looking around widely, much as Draco had done minutes earlier, Harry began to cry when he saw Draco sitting there, alive and whole. With a strangled sob, he shot forward and wrapped himself around the Veela, causing him to gasp when the cold body hit him.

Draco rallied though, and instantly wrapped his arms around his mate, attempting to soothe him.

It took several long minutes before Harry even began to calm down, and Draco was content to whisper sweet nonsense into his ear and run his hand up and down the still too thin back, only pausing long enough to spell both of them warm and dry. Lucius would kill him if he got the two of the sick, and Pomfrey would take too much delight in torturing them with potions and bed rest. Draco shuddered at the mere thought of such a fate.