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A week

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One week later, Draco found out that Harry was to be given the potion that evening. They would now be able to clearly see what kind of Veela he was. Madam Pomfrey would also test if Draco would get a creature inheritance.
Draco was really ecstatic about this. He could now see what kind of Veela little Harry was, and also if he would get any creature inheritances himself. Harry was to be given the potion that evening and right now, it was just after lunchtime. Draco's next class was Arithmancy and he had it with Pansy and some other people he didn't really know or want to know.
"Hey, Pans," Draco greeted as he sat down beside Pansy when he got to class.
"Hey, Draco!" Said Pansy.
"I'm so excited for tonight!" Draco said excitedly.
"Wait, why?" Pansy said sarcastically, "Oh yeah, how could I possibly forget. You've been talking about it for the past week after all."
Draco frowned and blushed.
"I didn't talk about it that much," Draco mumbled bashfully.
"Erm, yeah babe, you did talk about it that much," Pansy remarked dryly.
Then, the Arithmancy teacher walked into the classroom and told all the students to shut up and open their textbooks to page 324. Draco annoyedly pulled his textbook from his expensive school bag.  The classroom was filled with a loud thumping noise as the students groaned and dropped their textbooks onto their desks, opening them to page 324.
Class went by really quickly as Draco daydreamed about what could possibly happen when Harry was re-aged back to normal age again. He was snapped out of his beautiful daydream when Pansy slapped his shoulder none too gently.
"Let's go, Draco, class is over," Pansy said with exasperation.
"Ugh," Draco groaned as he slowly stood up from his chair.
"What are you? An old man?" Pansy jeered playfully, "Come on slowpoke!"
Draco scoffed at her tremendously annoying, but enjoyable joke.
They briskly walked out of the classroom, saying bye to each other before heading off I their separate directions. Draco's final class was Herbology.
Gross, Draco thought, an annoyed expression made its way onto his face.
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Draco walked to Greenhouse #4, where his class was, painfully slowly. Don't get me wrong, Draco loved plants and appreciated nature, but he really did not want to go in there and get his hands dirty and grimy with the disgusting soil. He would much rather watching someone else plant the plants, or even sit inside and look at the plants from afar, but Draco Malfoy really did not want to go to his next class. No sir he did not.
Once Draco got to Greenhouse #4, he shrugged off his bag and took his place at one of the tables sat farthest from where Professor Sprout would be standing.
Slowly, students started to trickle into the greenhouse, all prepared for class.
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw an overly excited-to the point of hopping up and down- Hermione Granger spring into the classroom, dragging a dead, tired, pale, freckly looking Ron Weasley into the room behind her.
Draco snickered under his breath. How hilarious that was, oh what a sight to see! Weasley looked like a slumped over sack of beans left to decompose at the back of a pantry!
At the time of the start of class, Professor Sprout sauntered in slowly.
"Alright, get your gloves on, it's goin' ta be a messy day today!" She announced boldly.
Oh god, noooo, Draco thought.
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Meanwhile, in the Hospital Wing, Harry and Madam Pomfrey were having a civilized discussion about the different types of Veela Harry could be, and what he most likely was. Harry was really ecstatic about getting re-aged and discovering what type of Veela he was.
Madam Pomfrey pulled out the book that they used to research types of Veela while Harry bounced excitedly in the crisp, clean hospital bed. They opened the slightly crusty book and reviewed what they researched. It was all coming back to them now.
(A/n: Here's a little recap)
Male Veela:

Shadow Veela:
- Dark skin/Tan skin
- Dark Hair
- Black or Grey eyes
- Dominant: tall, muscular, broad shouldered, narrow hips, testosterone overload of manliness.
- Submissive: fairly tall (shorter than their mate), slightly muscular, narrow hips, very masculine, tan/dark skin tone.

Earth Veela:
- Green/Brown coloured eyes
- Tan/Light coloured skin
- Usually brown hair, but can have black hair
- Dominant: lithely muscled, really strong physically, very protective, above average height, slightly feminine.
-Submissive: very lithe, svelte waist, very cute and short, feminine, but also very powerful and strong magically.

Fire Veela:
-red, brown, strawberry blonde, or black hair
-brown or amber eyes
-tan skin
- Dominant: usually average height, extremely masculine, narrow hips and shoulders, overly protective towards mates and family.
-Submissive: almost average height, masculine face, lithe body, nurturing, protective of children and mate.

Water Veela:
- Blonde/light brown hair
-fair skin
-blue/grey eyes
-Dominant: very tall and slim, physically strong, possessive, protective of mates, can be bossy/sassy.
-Submissive: average height, feminine face, cute, slim build, protects mates and children, physically strong.
"M-madam Pomf-frey! I-i-I'm just so-o ex-cited to f-find out!" Little Harry stuttered out.
"Yes, I know you are, Harry dear. Also, we simply must find out why you keep stuttering when you are not in close proximity to young Mr. Malfoy, isn't that right?" Madam Pomfrey questioned kindly.
"O-ohh, ri-ight we sh-should!" Harry exclaimed.
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After his Herbology class, Draco had a free period to go see Harry.
He purposefully sashayed elegantly through the hallways, determined to get to Harry as fast as possible, while still keeping up appearances of course. A Malfoy would not be seen run through a building like a hooligan! They simply would not.
The young Malfoy strolled through the hospital doors and saw an adorably excited Harry sitting on the bed and Madam Pomfrey sitting next to him in a wooden chair.
They had a book between them and were chatting animatedly, probably about what was written in the thick book.
"Hiya, Draco!" Harry exclaimed clearly.

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