A Veela's Mate

Mcgonagal's Office

DRACO'S POV

     I sighed as Harry and I entered the great hall. Most people didn't notice, but a few gave us questioning looks. He lead me over to the Gryffindor table and we sat side by side.
     "So, is anyone going to explain why we suddenly are friends with Malfoy?" Finnegan asked after Mcgonagal's opening speech.
     "No," Harry stated simply, looking down at his plate. I could sense the embarrassment he was feeling so I scooted slightly away. He seemed to notice and gave me a small smile.
     "Oh I see what's going on." Thomas smirked. He leaned over to Finnegan and whispered something. Now they were both smirking at Harry and I.
     Just the Mcgonagal came up behind us and asked Harry and I to follow her. She lead us to her office and sat us down.
     "Boys I have a few things we need to discuss." She smiled. "Now Mr. Malfoy, I have reason to believe that you are a Veela?" I nodded and she continued.
      "And Mr. Potter is your mate?" I nodded again. "Okay, the next few weeks will be very important. I have prepared a separate dorm and common room for the two of you. I know it may be hard for the two of you to get along, but please behave." 
     "Professor, What do you mean by the next few weeks will be very important?" Harry asked shyly.
     "Mr. Potter  I think it would be best if Mr. Malfoy explains that while you two are alone." She replied. I saw confusion spread over Harry's face and I grew slightly uncomfortable. "Now let's show you to your room."
     Mcgonagal lead us through the halls to the 7th floor. She said the password, treacle tart, to a painting and lead us through it. Harry made some comment about the Gryffindor tower, but I hadn't heard it.
     "I must leave now, your trunks should be up those stairs." She said pointing to a set of stairs that no doubt lead to our dorm. "Oh and I almost forgot! You two are excused from the first month of classes. Draco you will be teaching Harry about Veela's and the- tradition, that goes along with them."
     I nodded and she left. I followed Harry up the stairs and saw even more confusion overcome him as he saw our room. It was mostly neutral colors, but there was only one bed, a closet, and a door leading to a bathroom.
     "Is everything okay?" I asked slightly worried.
     "Um... what did Mcgonagal mean earlier?" He said shyly. Why was he so shy? Had he always been like this? I've never noticed it before.
     "Well, um... Veela's they, um, they have urges. It Er... takes a while to control them once they find their mates." I said.
    "What kind of urges?"
     "Loads. Veela are very territorial over their mate and um... it's instinct to- satisfy themselves and their mate." I said. I watched as Harry's face turned beet red and he looked down at his feet.
     "Oh." He said quietly. I moved over to him and placed a hand on his waist.
     "I'll wait till you're ready, I promise." I whispered, kissing his forehead before getting ready for bed. Harry took a quick shower and dressed in the bathroom. As I waited I sat and read by wand light.
     As he exited the bathroom he had a thoughtful look on his face. He climbed onto our bed and gave me a quizzical look. I set down my book as the urge to kiss him came over me. And that's exactly what I did. I felt him try and deepen the kiss, but I pulled back.
     "We should get some sleep." I said quietly, setting my book by the side of the bed.
     "Draco?" Harry asked after a second.
     "Yes?"
     "All Veela have wings, what are yours like?" He asked sweetly. I slowly sat up and let my wings unfold. He reached out and touched the soft feathers. I sighed as he got closer to me. When I had first got into the train at platform 9 3/4 I had smelt this amazing smell that lead me straight to him.
     Now the smell wasn't as strong, but it was still there. I made me want to hold him and pleasure him. Harry was now basically sitting in my lap, so I pulled him onto it fully, kissing him passionately.
     He had moved to straddle me and I pushed my hands under his shirt. Just as I was moving to take his shirt off he pushed away.
     "Is something wrong?" I breathed. He had his head on my shoulder and his hands were around my neck.
     "I'm sorry, I- I'm just- I can't, not right now." He whispered. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug.
     "That's okay, baby." I said into his hair. I moved us both so we were laying and I wrapped my wings around the two of us. Harry soon fell asleep and I just took in how truly beautiful he was.

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