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Sweet
Dreams – What does Draco Malfoy dream of tucked away in his dorm room at
night?
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter material. There!
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Draco
Malfoy was a
Veela. He didn't know how, and he didn't know why. But he did know that he was
a Veela.
He
was gorgeous and oozed sex-appeal, and could make men and women into absolutely
mindless hormone-driven creatures. Yes, creatures. There was little to no humanity
left once they were in his inhuman presence.
Draco was a Veela and he loved it. His
skin was perfect, his eyes mesmerizing, his pink lips
seductive and enticing, while their curve forbidding. And he was protected. By his family and by law. He could not be hunted, captured,
traded, or used in any way without his permission. Nothing could touch him.
He
loved to tempt people, to rob them of morals and minds. He loved winning in
competitions just by using some of his allure. He hasn't lost one Quiddich game since his transformation. He loved getting
away with whatever he did just by smiling at a professor/auror/minister/and
so on. Even Dumbledore succumbed to his charms.
And
the best part was that Harry Potter has succumbed to it too. Draco has
spent a lovely day with Harry crawling behind him to wherever the blond God
went. Yes, crawling. Never walking. And the teachers
never objected when they saw this, they just looked on with envy in their eyes,
wishing they could be the ones to crawl behind Draco Malfoy, and see him
with no interruptions throughout the day.
The
classes were lovely. Nothing was learned, or even taught, all were too busy
looking at the only interesting thing in all Hogwarts. He saw one Ravenclaw go down on his knees and say a prayer thanking
God for putting Draco Malfoy in the world, the school and this
classroom. Draco didn't object, but he did correct the student that
there is no God but Himself, and therefore the boy should direct the thanks to Draco.
With that small but rather significant amendment the now crying student (both
from being horrified by the mistake that he made and from the joy of being
spoken to by divinity) went on with his prayer, while others joined in.
All
that time Harry Potter was quiet at Draco's feet. He already thanked his
God for being alive and for lighting Harry's lowly existence with His presence.
Now he kept his eyes on the face he worshipped, showing all of the gratitude in
his eyes. He would have felt privileged for being the one to follow this divine
being, but this close to Draco and in the direct light of His glory, he
knew of nothing happening around them and thus couldn't compare his position to
see how fortunate he was. He wasn't even really aware of his own existence.
Draco
Malfoy loved being
a Veela. He loved the way people moved in waves, wanting to get closer to him,
all united in harmony of desire, moving like one being, like waves of water. He
loved being carried on a gilded platform led by white horses (he couldn't use
people because they kept staring at him and so couldn't advance properly),
resting amid plush pillows, with his pet on a leash following him on the ground. On his knees, always on his knees. His pet's hair was tied
back so that all could see the famous scar decorating his brow. It was a pity
no one paid any attention to his victory over The-Boy-Who-Lived, since they
didn't look at him, and even if they did – they didn't remember who he was. But
that was okay. All they knew was Draco Malfoy. Just as
they should.
It
was a good thing that Draco thought of providing Harry Potter with a
protection charm around his neck, so that the excited mob wouldn't trample over
his pet trying to get closer to Draco. Also, the amulet was there to
make a safe and straight path for his pet, since Harry Potter couldn't look
away from his idol long enough to see where he was going.
All was right with the world; Draco
Malfoy was rightfully worshipped and adored. Yes, he did love being a Veela.
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